Inherit Ryuma Swordsmanship at the Start

"Yakuro!"

Jiāng Liú was chanting the name, and a smile appeared on Jiāng Liú's face.

He has heard of this name, and a large part of the reason for being here is precisely because of this person.

Yakuro is a famous samurai in the Shirakami area. A large part of his fame depends on his superb swordsmanship.

Fight against all the superb swordsmen in Wanokuni, sharpen your swordsmanship, and when you become the strongest swordsman in this country, you will go to sea to see this vast world.

This is Jiāng Liú's goal and the reason for coming here.

In the wide arena, a man named Yakuro, wearing a kimono with a knife on his waist, stepped on clogs, his face was serious and cold.

This is a strong man, and the opposite of him is also a samurai.

The two stood face to face. The referee had already announced the start of the duel, but neither of them moved.

"Yikuro will definitely win, but he has a terrible record of thirty-three consecutive victories!"

"This arena almost exists for him!"

"Almost the Shirakami area, the most powerful samurai!"

In the crowd, the voice fluctuated into Jiāng Liú's ears.

He took a few steps forward and came to the front of the arena, with his hands in his sleeves, watching the duel quietly at close range.

After a while, the man opposite Yakuro showed a trace of sweat on his forehead.

At this moment, Yakuro moved, his figure was like a ghost, flickering left and right, and he reached the man in a flash.

The latter raised the knife and greeted him with a roar.

"Dangdangdang!"

The two knives collided, the dazzling sparks flashed away, the sound of gold and iron continued, and then the huge wind pressure whizzed towards the arena.

Jiāng Liú's eyes lit up, staring at the two fighting each other on the stage.

Sure enough, they are all powerful samurai, with superb swordsmanship.

The two of them moved quickly, sometimes on the ground and sometimes in the air. Their control of the sword and the control of their bodies reached the extreme.

Able to shoot at an incredible angle and attack in an incredible direction.

"boom!"

In the end, the two had already hit a real fire, and both used their full strength to attack.

The huge wind pressure caused the people around to retreat again and again, and huge knife marks appeared on the table.

"Yakuro, they say you are the strongest!"

"But I don't believe it!!"

With a roar of thunder, Yakuro's opponent bent over, and the long sword assumed a weird posture.

Jiāng Liú narrowed his eyes and saw that the man was about to make a big move.

On the opposite side, Mikuro raised his right hand, pointed his long sword at the other side, and stood sideways, his breath humming out.

"It's Haki!"

Jiāng Liú distinguished this unique breath.

In addition to Haki, Mikuro's body was filled with other breaths, cold and powerful.

This is his own sword intent! In the arena of life and death, a terrifying sword intent sharpened.

Faintly, behind Mikuro, a ghost image seemed to rise, staring at scarlet eyes.

"This is a strong swordsman."

Jiāng Liú had light in his eyes, and his fighting spirit was surging.

In the next second, the two figures on the stage interlaced in an instant, and the long swords collided fiercely.

"laugh!"

Passing by, the bodies of both of them were still, but blood was blooming on the chest of one of them.

Then, with a puff, the man fell to the ground.

Yakuro retracted the sword into its sheath, and only then spit out two words gently: "Ghost cut!"

This knife, just like a ghost, was unpredictable and undetectable. The moment the long knife flashed, it fell to the ground.

"Yikuro, win!!"

Only then did the referee shout loudly.

The atmosphere of the audience was instantly blazing, and everyone in the population was yelling at Yakuro's name, which was deafening.

Jiāng Liú also smiled at the corner of his mouth. This kind of occasion really made people feel emotional, and the men on the court also aroused his fighting spirit.

"Is there anyone else? Challenge Yakuro!"

"Undefeated Yakuro, he will be our god of war!"

"Come on! Warriors, challenge him, defeat him, and let people see your strength!"

"The sword of a warrior has never been unknown. The sword that dares to draw a sword, dare to shed its sheath, dare to slash others, is an invincible sword!"

The referee yelled, and the words made people excited.

Jiāng Liú noticed that many of the warriors with knives standing on his left and right clenched their fists and grinned, almost unable to help rushing to the stage.

But at the last moment, they were unwilling to hold back. They knew that they were not Yakuro's opponent.

"Is there no one? Have all the samurai here succumbed to Yakuro's strength?"

"This is so sad!"

The referee yelled pretendingly.

At this moment, Jiāng Liú let out a sneer and laughed. He leaped slightly and stepped onto the arena. Then he drew the long knife from his waist and slanted his finger at the opposite side, a cold breath of Yakuro.

"Next, your opponent will be me!"

Yakuro was shocked, looking at Jiāng Liú, his eyes were extremely oppressive.

"Wow, our Yakuro has another opponent!"

"This samurai is very courageous, so, can you tell us your name?"

The referee exclaimed in surprise.

Jiāng Liú grinned and reported his name.

"Shimotsuki Jiāng Liú!"

As soon as the name came out, the audience was silent, and everyone's eyes were filled with incredible. Yakuro on the other side narrowed his eyes and squeezed the long knife in his hand.

"You have a good name!"

Yakuro said coldly. .

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