Chapter 112: Unleashing Fury

  Yagyū Shōkazuki, the master of this dojo, still has a high status in the eyes of these disciples. At least, many people who came to challenge him were defeated by him with ease.

  This makes his prestige naturally far higher than that of other coaches. Moreover, he is the master of Iai, a high-ranking expert, and a showdown between high-ranking experts always gives people something to look forward to.

  So all the students present closed their mouths honestly and looked at Han Yu with encouraging eyes.

  "Since you have come to challenge our school, I, Yagyu, as the master of this school, am willing to use the strongest sword technique of Yagyu Shinkage-ryu to learn from you. I hope you won't refuse!" Yagyu Munenori said calmly.

  The implication of this sentence is that if you come to our martial arts school, you must challenge our signature move. If you win, then there's nothing more to say. But if you lose, sorry, your school will be closed down.

  Han Yu smiled slightly, and the other party's small abacus was clear in his mind. His gaze swept lightly, and when it fell on a student, he paused for a moment, smiling: "Aren't you just wanting to fight with me? Why bother beating around the bush? I came here to experience what a One-Knife-Flow Sword Path is like, how could I not agree to your request?"

  Yuzuki Asakusa's eyebrows furrowed slightly, as he played the role of a swordsman, his words naturally had to pay attention to demeanor and propriety. Han Yu, on the other hand, was very unceremonious in playing the role of a rough and uncouth, yet exceptionally skilled martial artist, and his words were naturally not polite at all.

  Under intense pressure, a sense of discontent in his heart, a cold and ruthless killing intent flickered in Shallow Grass's eyes as he stretched out his right hand.

  His attendants, who had anticipated this, brought his sword and placed it in his hand with respect. As Yagyu Munenori grasped the hilt, he seemed to transform into a cold, sharp blade, full of fierce keenness.

  "The demon sword Muramasa, 77 cm long, is a masterpiece crafted by the famous Japanese craftsman Masamune. Its sharpness is unmatched. Yagyu also gave it to you because you are going out, so your master specially bestowed this treasure upon you for protection, please take care of it!"

  Yagyu Shōzaemon slightly raised his scabbard and said in a low voice.

  Han Yu's eyes swept lightly and he said with a smirk: "You don't need to be careful, with that thing of yours, you can't hurt me. Make your move, or else I'm afraid you won't have the chance."

  Even as the two were talking, someone had already carried those injured Japanese coaches to one side. Han Yu creating casualties was easy, but treating them on the Japanese side was a hassle.

  Although he held back some of his strength to avoid getting into trouble, he still inflicted serious internal injuries on them. The few doctors in the Yi Liu Wu Guild were already overwhelmed with work and were now sweating profusely, complaining bitterly.

  Too many wounded, can't keep up!

  However, the place was finally cleaned up. A group of students retreated under the guidance of the coach, clearing out a space of about 30 square meters for martial arts performances.

  Yagyu Shōkazura faced off against Han U, and upon seeing that Han's hands were empty, he couldn't help but furrow his brow. With a cold laugh, he said: "Where is your sword? Do you think to take on the sharp blade of Muramasa with just your bare hands?"

  Han Yu waved his hand in dissatisfaction and muttered: "You'll see when the time comes."

  "Good!" Yuzuki Asakusa narrowed her eyes slightly, and before the word "good" had even left her lips, she took a sudden step forward, her shoulder moving as if to draw her sword. Han Yu suddenly said: "Wait a minute!"

  Yagyu Shōkaku's wrist moved slightly, and he stiffened there, the suppressed anger in his chest making him feel like vomiting blood!

  "What's wrong?" Yagyu Munenori's eyes almost spat fire, his cultivation was good, but he was still a young man, and the master of this sword style, when had he been ridiculed like this? If it weren't for considering his mission, considering his identity, considering that this wasn't his own territory, and not being able to make a move against this mysterious person with so many people watching from behind, he would have struck down with his sword long ago.

  Although he has stopped now, he is already full of anger.

  Han Yu, however, was nonchalant and scratched his hair, with a serious expression saying: "I'd like to ask, between the two of us, if I win, what then? And if I lose, what then?"

  Yagyu Shokuroku sneered, "Aren't you here to challenge our school? As the master of this school, if I lose, it means my skills are inferior, and naturally, I'll have to close down the school. But if you lose, you'll have to apologize, representing the Z country's martial arts world, and apologize to our Yagyu Shinkage-ryu!"

  Han Yu's eyes flashed, and a chill suddenly burst out. His mouth coldly said: "Since that's the case, then let's begin!"

  Yagyu Shokuroku wore white socks and stepped lightly on the wooden floor. His hand grasped the hilt of his sword, and his entire body slowly adjusted its position.

  He himself is becoming more and more like a sword out of its scabbard, a sword ready to strike!

  "Kill!" Yuzuki Asakusa moved. His body leaned forward, and with the word "kill", a white light like lightning suddenly appeared in his hand, then brought an unstoppable momentum, slashing towards Han Yu!

  It was as if with a flick of his wrist and the flash of the knife being drawn, it had already reached the top of Han Yu's head.

  The speed of Battojutsu, the angle of Iainuki and the skill of using a sword. The ultimate techniques of Japan's two major kenjutsu schools appeared on his body at the same time. Obviously, Yagyu Munenori wanted to use his strongest technique, most powerful force, and most fierce momentum to decide the outcome with one move!

  "Not necessarily!" Just as the white light appeared, Han Yu's icy voice rang out, and then a green light suddenly appeared, like an unstoppable wind, rushing towards the lightning bolt.

  The demon sword Muramasa and the heavenly sword Tenshō clashed fiercely, emitting a clear and crisp sound like the ringing of gold and jade.

  The sword of Yagyu Shōkazura, not only combined the skills of a thousand hammers and a hundred refinements, but also carried the spirit of his whole body. Han Yu just barely resisted, and knew that hard support was definitely not possible, so he didn't think twice and quickly retreated backwards using his speed advantage.

  Yagyu Shokamur's cursed sword, Muramasa, seemed to be drawn in, closely following its master, and like a furious dragon, it launched a frenzied attack on Han Yu.

  The white line transformed from the demon sword seemed to have woven a net, constantly shrinking and closing in on Chao Han Yu. However, every time the net tried to close in, the blue sky strategy would burst out from an unexpected angle.

  After several exchanges, Yagyu Shōzaemon's complexion became increasingly unsightly. From the moment his first killing blow was blocked, he knew that his hopes of winning were slim.

  As expected, Han Yu exploded in a cold laugh!

  Tensai seemed to turn into a raging dragon, unleashing five strange and swift slashes in a row. Yagyu Shōza retreated five steps back before freezing in place.

  Because Tenshō had just cut off the famous demon-slaying sword Muramasa, its blue blade tip was now pressed against Yagyū Munenori's throat.

  "You lose!" Han Yu put away Tian Ce: "From now on, I don't want to see the three words 'Ito Ryu' again in this street, this city, or even this country."

  After finishing speaking, he turned around and walked out slowly with a blue long sword in hand.

  Yuzuki Asakusa's face changed constantly, and her gaze at Han Yu's back was filled with an inexplicable hatred.

  Since he was young, he has been called a martial arts genius, and the people around him have been holding him in high esteem and pampering him. He himself has also always been proud of his skills and abilities.

  After arriving in Country Z, he almost started from scratch and created a reputation for himself on this ancient land. He also gradually gained a foothold in the entire DL. But now, his hard work has been destroyed like this!

  The signboard of Ittoryu was smashed in his hands, and the beloved Onimaru Kunitsuna was also destroyed. How could he go back? How could he still have the face to go back?

  "Ah!" Yagyu Shōkazura suddenly let out a furious roar, raising the half-remaining demonic sword Muramasa and slashing it down at Han Yu.

  Han Yu's footsteps suddenly stopped abruptly, his head didn't turn back, and he quickly retreated backwards, the Tian Ce in his hand opened half of the demon-slaying sword Muramasa, and then pressed it against the throat of Yagyu Shōkazura, bringing out a thread of fresh blood.

  Han Yu slightly turned his head back, with a cold and mocking gaze: "Apart from sneak attacks, can't the One Knife Flow do anything else?"

  As he spoke, he suddenly kicked out with one foot, sending Yagyu Munenori flying backward, just like he had kicked other Japanese coaches!