I'm in Type-Moon, I have a Holy Evil Simulator

"What's wrong? Are you thinking of picking up the knife now?"

Nagao Kagetora looked at Miyamoto Musashi's almost embarrassed face, and unconsciously revealed a happy smile.

"Run! A disloyal warrior like you deserves to have scars carved on your back!"

Scars from the back are the most outright insult to a warrior!

No swordsman can withstand a blow from behind, as that would mean desertion!

Miyamoto Musashi saw that Suzumaru Tsuneji was already within the attack range of Nagao Kagetora, and there was absolutely no possibility of retrieving it through ordinary means.

"Aren't you ashamed? I'm good at dual swordsmanship! You won't let me fight you at my full strength!"

Faced with such a desperate situation, the Tianyuan Flower had no choice but to start using her usual despicable tricks.

But facing Nagao Kagetora, Miyamoto Musashi's moral kidnapping had no effect -

"You ridiculous fellow! There's no such thing as martial ethics on the battlefield. Instead of blaming your opponent for being unkind and unjust, you should think about why you can't prepare a third knife!"

"This isn't a battlefield; it's a duel between samurai, filled with the spirit of Bushido!"

"For me, this cruel world is nothing but a battlefield."

Seeing that Miyamoto Musashi was still reluctant to leave, Nagao Kagetora laughed.

"Ahahaha! What's wrong? Gorgeous female warrior! Do you still want to take back this weapon that doesn't belong to you?!"

"...So what?"

Although Miyamoto Musashi really wanted to escape, even when facing Nagao Kagetora, her legs began to tremble.

But when he thought that Suzumaru Tsuneji was Axue's favorite sword, how could he be worthy of the blind monk if he lost it like this?

"—Then kneel down."

Nagao Kagetora looked down at him and said indifferently.

"Words are not enough. Let me see your resolve, how about that?"

Miyamoto Musashi looked up in disbelief. Even though she was despicable and shameless, she could not bear the humiliation anymore and her face turned red.

How many spectators are watching this battle in Huajie now?

How many high and mighty people are looking down on this battle?

If Miyamoto Musashi knelt down to Nagao Kagetora on the spot for a sword, wouldn't that mean that her reputation would have completely fallen into the gutter?

However, Miyamoto Musashi was not the kind of indecisive guy. He just thought of it as a matter of fact, it was no big deal if he embarrassed himself in public for the sake of Axue's favorite sword!

So the Tianyuan Flower lowered its head and decided to go all out by kneeling down to Nagao Kagetora in public.

"—Sir! Please return Jujumaru Tsuneji to me!"

Nagao Kagetora was stunned.

She didn't expect that Miyamoto Musashi, who looked so sinister and cunning, would actually kneel down in public for a sword.

"Heh... your shamelessness is far beyond my imagination."

The white-haired martial god never thought of returning Suzumaru Tsuneji to Miyamoto Musashi. This was the relic of his junior brother Axue. If it fell into the hands of such a villain, it would only bring shame to Axue in the underworld!

Just looking at the humble Miyamoto Musashi, Nagao Kagetora's inner joy grew stronger and stronger.

--interesting.

In recent years, she has felt this more and more.

If you just blindly learn and imitate humans, you will never be able to understand their hidden true feelings.

Because humans are inherently despicable and evil, Nagao Kagetora is unable to understand their twisted thoughts through the disguise they reveal on the outside.

but......

Torturing others is different.

Once human nature is tested, its truest self will be revealed.

Just like now, the kimono warrior who seemed to be only able to run away and didn't even dare to fight with himself would actually kneel down and beg for mercy in public for a weapon?

Woohoo! Is there any moment in this ridiculous world that could be more amusing than this?!

"I forgot to mention it to you."

Nagao Kagetora unconsciously revealed an arrogant smile, and his dark golden tiger pupils became cloudy and distorted, revealing a playful mockery.

"——You, can you please keep your right hand?"

Chapter 80 I am the White-robed Shura!

"Look, that's the dragon from Echigo."

On the high platform, Onmyoji Tsuchimikado Tairen sneered repeatedly.

"It's clear that he enjoys slaughtering people, and he enjoys crushing mortals in the guise of a god. Yet, he always uses the name of righteousness to promote justice, and uses the holy light of Buddhism to cover up his own inferiority—"

As long as the saint does not die, thieves will not stop.

At this moment, Nagao Kagetora, who was immersed in the pleasure of sadism, was the demon god who deceived the world and stole his reputation.

"Lord Kagetora is truly awe-inspiring! Such devotion to one's own desires truly captivates me, Ashikaga Yoshiteru!"

However, the young Shogun Ashikaga Yoshiteru was watching the duel in the hall with a very satisfied smile on his face.

"Ah, Lord Kagetora is the minister I've always dreamed of! Only a general so skilled in torturing others can command so many soldiers! If even the lord has no desires, how can those warriors who want to achieve great things be willing to sacrifice their samurai souls?!"

If Ashikaga Yoshiteru could gain the loyalty of Nagao Kagetora in the future, then why would guys like Hosokawa Harumoto be afraid of him?!

This young general, who is only eleven years old, just needs to join forces with Nagao Kagetora, the reincarnation of Bishamonten!

It won’t take ten years!

Then we can unify this chaotic world of the Warring States period and restore the glory of the Muromachi shogunate!

In stark contrast to the fanatical atmosphere around him, only Kamiizumi Nobunaga was present, holding his sword and saying nothing.

"...Nagao Kagetora, was I wrong about you?"

The man who was at the level of a Half-Step Sword Saint sighed slightly, as if he was regretting that the world had lost an honest and supreme savior.

"I thought that the filthy bloodline of the Nagao family would be cut off, but I didn't expect that you, your father, and your grandfather all had the same tyrannical and disloyal demon blood flowing in your veins..."

It was so sad even on the high platform.

There is naturally a desperate situation below the high platform.

Miyamoto Musashi raised his head and glared at Nagao Kagetora, gritting his teeth and saying, "—Are you humiliating me?!"

It was clearly agreed that as long as I kneel down, I can return Suzumaru Tsuneji!

This white-haired war god actually turned his face against his promise!

"The so-called strong..."

Nagao Kagetora narrowed his twisted tiger pupils slightly, raised his thin lips and spoke in a melodious voice with a hint of evil.

"It's all about ruthlessly crushing the weak. Kindness and compassion are nothing but lies that deceive ourselves. Only humiliation and pain can make the weak stronger. Don't you agree?"

Miyamoto Musashi looked extremely embarrassed.

Although she considers herself a warrior without martial ethics, she will never insult the dignity of others as warriors!

They will not take pleasure in persecuting the weak, and will not add countless hypocritical names to these evil deeds!

"You look so righteous, but I never thought you could be such an evil guy!"

"Evil? You, the White-robed Shura who massacred the holy monks of the Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple, actually have the nerve to call me evil?!"

Nagao Kagetora burst into laughter.

"I am the reincarnation of Bishamonten, the God of War! I am the savior sent by the Buddha to save the world! I am Nagao Kagetora, the Dragon of Echigo! I am the only light of righteousness in this chaotic world of the Warring States!"

The white-haired war god held his spear in a stern manner and spoke in an extremely arrogant tone.

"And who are you?!"

"I am the Tengen Flower, Shinmen Musashi no Kami Fujiwara no Genshin!"

Faced with Nagao Kagetora's relentless pressure, Miyamoto Musashi finally stopped running away. She stood up, raised the Myoho Muramasa high, and spoke in a sonorous and powerful voice.

"Today is the day I will kill your Ronin!!!"

"it is good!!!"

Seeing that Miyamoto Musashi, who had always been as timid as a mouse, could actually burst out with such heroism and joy, Nagao Kagetora actually cheered for her sincerely!

"You clearly don't have the slightest confidence in your heart that you can defeat me! Yet, in this desperate situation, you somehow managed to muster the courage to fight to the death! Just for this mere possession, Suzumaru Tsuneji, are you even willing to sacrifice your life?!"

"I'm sorry, there are many things in this world that are more important than a worthless life!"

Although Miyamoto Musashi was sweating profusely, his legs were no longer trembling.

She had accepted her fate of dying here today.

Although she knew that she must have gone crazy, otherwise why would she not run away just for Axue's beloved sword, but instead stubbornly challenge the powerful Nagao Kagetora in such a weak position?

But life is like this, you always have to go crazy a few times...

Miyamoto Musashi was no longer afraid at this moment, instead his beautiful eyes became brighter.

Her sure-hitting eyes are shining brightly at this moment!

"Very good! I recognize you! I'm honored! As the master of Suzumaru Tsuneji, you haven't brought shame to this Buddhist sword!"

Nagao Kagetora then shook his spear and suddenly stabbed forward!

"And then—die!!!"

There was a collective exclamation at the scene!

Because this means that before tonight's Oiran Contest even begins, blood will be shed everywhere!

But at this critical moment between life and death, a strong wind suddenly blew up inside the brothel!

The candles in the room were blown out by the strong wind!

The wind was howling, as if countless evil spirits were calling and howling in it.

The windows were whistling in the strong wind, and the silk curtains fluttered!

The chairs in the hall all cracked with a bang, breaking into wooden fragments that fluttered like butterflies!

The airflow was squeezed into a thin blade edge, emitting bursts of sharp whistling sounds, and the cyclone that was expelled was also extremely lethal. After hearing several loud "bangs", the impact and scattered airflow had already rushed to the stairs on both sides, breaking the supporting wooden stakes!

"Sword energy leaving the body?!"

On the stage, Nobunaga Kamiizumi's eyes were filled with disbelief, and he screamed in shock.

"The Void Realm?! The Power of the Sword Saint?!"

Nagao Kagetora was enveloped by the surging wind pressure. She tried her best to insert the spear into the floor, so she was not blown away!

"Who is coming!?"

In response to the white-haired martial god, there was a bright moon in the sky, accompanying the strong wind.

It hung outside the window, casting a gentle glow on the dark brothel.

At this moment, cherry blossom petals slowly floated into the brothel from the window, filling the entire hall.

The geishas in the brothel looked horrified and covered their faces with their hands, trying to resist the attack of the petals.

The women didn't dare to look up for fear of getting hurt, but they had nowhere to hide, so they had to shrink their bodies.

But the cherry blossom stream formed by the cherry petals is different from the fierce wind. It is so soft and beautiful, shining in the moonlight, like an enchanting dream.

The visitor was dressed in white and stood quietly at the door. He was the ruler of the strong wind and cherry blossoms.

"Where did this villain come from!?"

Only then did Nagao Kagetora steady his steps and angrily questioned the white-robed monk.