Pirate's Gas Fruit

Chapter 423 The restaurant of the Sword Picking Dojo!
Phew! Boom!
The high wall on one side exploded and shattered into a big hole. Maude arrived in the huge courtyard faster than the rubble. The black-haired boy behind him was stunned when he saw this, holding a bamboo sword, and said in surprise and admiration,
"It's so awesome, you deserve to be a sword master!"

After a crashing sound, the Demonic Wind Sword Dojo was originally a place for killing people and selling goods. There were many swordsmen, not to mention maids and servants. There was a burst of screams and shouts of a thief coming.
On one side of the lawn, a dozen men holding sticks flew up and fell to the ground. Maud, holding a three-foot iron rod, took an interesting look at the huge attic next to the small lake behind.
"This strong smell of blood is really tragic. This evil breath emanates from such a distance. Evil, it is so evil!"

As soon as he finished speaking, an old man in his sixties walked out of a tall building on one side. He held a knife in his hand and had a kind look on his face. He was followed by a group of retainers. When he saw Maud in front of him, he looked around and shouted,
"Who are you? I have lived in seclusion for 20 years, and I have never seen anyone break into my house with such disrespect!"

Maude looked at the old man standing above the wooden floor, with a murderous aura as sharp as a sword, which was cultivated by killing many people, and it seemed to have reached the level of returning to the truth; No matter how kind you are, you can't hide it.
Maud didn't know who the old guy in front of him was, so he smiled pointedly and said,

"My name is Sword Master Wuming, and there is evil in your home. It's so filthy!"

"Sword Master, you don't know how to live or die. After the Sword God Ryoma, no one in Wano Country dares to call God or Saint. Who do you think you are? If you want to be called Saint, you have to pass this level first!" The sixty-year-old old man is indeed an old-fashioned man. When the old guy heard this, he was filled with anger and unwillingness.
It was Kozuki Oden and the powerful Hana no Leopard Goro 20 years ago. Such powerful swordsmen were not even called gods or saints, not to mention the guy who didn't even dare to show his face.
He held the handle of the knife and gently pulled it out, and a rich blood light emerged, as if it was the color of Shura. As soon as Fang appeared, he revealed a murderous cold light and ruthlessness. At this time, behind Maude, there were a large group of swordsman uniforms. The swordsmen rushed over under the leadership of the master of the hall.
When he saw the old man confronting Maud, the middle-aged owner behind saw Maud's back and said angrily,

"Father, who are you? You actually dare to write the word "Sword Master" on your back, take off your clothes and commit seppuku to apologize to all the samurai of Wano!"

Maude didn't pay much attention to the group of guys behind him, and said with a big smile,

"Hahahaha, it's really interesting. Just now, a bunch of fat guys wanted to strip off their clothes in the street. You want me to commit hara-kiri to apologize. Your Demonic Wind Sword Dojo is indeed full of evil and full of evil energy!"

call out!
In an instant, the kind-hearted old museum owner quickly flashed his bloody sword in his hand, filled with golden red cherry blossoms, and the killing sword like Shura in the sea of ​​​​blood came in an instant; everyone only saw the bloody sword disappearing in a flash. The light suddenly froze in fear.
There was a loud bang, and the chest of the sixty-year-old man holding the blood knife Liuying sank, and blood spit out from his mouth like a cannonball, and he flew upside down and fell into the building.
The original beautiful and antique wooden building had more than half of its doors and walls collapsed. A white-haired old man vomited blood in his mouth. He looked frightened and shocked but could not speak. He asked himself that his strength was not as good as the original Kozuki Oden and Hana. Leopard Goro.
But he also had a chance of winning against Kuang Shilang, the underworld boss of the current flower capital, but he didn't expect to be defeated by an unpredictable guy with a stick.
Moder was also a little surprised, this old guy can actually flow cherry blossoms, and because of his armed domineering practice all the year round, he has reached the advanced level of armed domineering, although he has strength, but he subconsciously beats hundreds of people with a heavy sword. Coincidentally defeated the opponent.
"If I had known, I would have played more. It's rare to meet a stronger guy!" Mod said silently in his heart while holding the three-foot iron rod.
When a group of people from the sword dojo behind him saw this, they were shocked. They did not expect that the reclusive old master, who had always been known to be extremely powerful, was actually knocked away and defeated. They were so frightened that their disciples and disciples could not react.
But the middle-aged owner of the hall was anxious, although he was shocked, but angrily, he drew a knife and stabbed him from behind and shouted,
"Father, you actually dare to hurt my relatives and kick out the Demonic Wind Sword Dojo. I will never forgive you. Let's kill him together!"

As soon as he finished speaking, dozens of people behind him came shouting and drinking. The unique culture of Wano Country determines that there is a sense of loyalty between teachers and students that is somewhat similar to that between king and minister. The owner of the hall is the king, and the kendo students are the ministers. Although there are no mandatory orders, there are rules. You have an obligation to fight.
There was a clang, and a crisp sound of sticks and swords clashing came from behind. Maud stood behind him, holding a stick in his hand to block the sword, and said softly,

"Your sword is too shallow, but you have enough murderous intent. Killing people and practicing sword practice is an evil way after all. Your Taoism deserves this calamity!"

"Are you kidding me? In this world where the jungle prevails, only the strongest will survive in the duel between samurai!" The middle-aged master pressed the sword hard but could not make any progress. Hearing this in shock, he knew that the master in front of him was doing it for Looking for trouble for those dead, he said forcefully.
bump!
With a twist of his body, the master of the hall who wanted to attack secretly flew up behind him. Maude held the stick and looked at the 50 swordsmen. Although they were all clean and solemn, they felt indescribable disgust.
Maud looked at the middle-aged master and these swordsmen and said softly, "I'm here to teach you what a sword is!"

Mod held a three-foot iron rod and swung the invisible sword energy around the stick. The stick turned into a sword and the sword energy became a blade. The powerful sword energy and momentum shocked everyone in the sword dojo.
The sword was swung down, and a huge white light sword energy was pushed from the sword stick, covering everyone. The 50 people, including the middle-aged hall master, were enveloped in the bone-piercing sword energy, feeling shocked and in severe pain all over their bodies.
The servants and maids at the side saw a huge sword aura of more than ten meters, wrapped around the swordsman and disappeared without a trace.
The bodies of more than 50 people were covered with fine sword marks, and blood was flowing out. In the blink of an eye, they were covered in blood and had no time to scream. They all stared blankly at the white-haired swordsman wearing a wooden mask standing in front of them, full of shock and admiration.
boom!
There were fallen figures in front of him. Behind Mod, the old master who could barely sit up saw this scene, his mouth wide open. He couldn't understand what kind of kendo realm this was. It was really too powerful and shocking.
Maud raised the three-foot iron rod in his hand and whispered, "This is the sword!"

Faced with this unattainable power and swordsmanship, the old master at the back knelt down and said, "Your Majesty, in the name of the Sword Master, the whole Demonic Wind Sword Dojo bows before me. I am willing not to learn the way of killing people and practicing swordsmanship anymore, and to release all those who are captured." I hope the Sword Master will forgive those who have harmed me!"

"Well, let him go now!"

"Yes!"

....
More than ten minutes later, at the gap in the damaged wall on one side, dozens of scarred civilians, including men and women, old and young, were sent out by the servants of the sword dojo. The old owner looked at a burst of pointing fingers from the civilians. It feels like I have aged more than ten years.
After all, if you have done all the bad things and haven't been discovered or punished, it doesn't matter, but if you were exposed in such a fair and just way, your reputation will be completely ruined.
Just when the nearby civilians who knew the news came to greet the long-missing guy, the black-haired boy from before happily held the bamboo sword and looked at this scene. Seeing that the Magic Wind Sword Dojo was being repaired, he snorted with satisfaction.
But when he turned his head and looked again, Maud was nowhere to be seen. Turning around a street, Maud was stopped by a huge sumo wrestler with a stature of five or six meters in a vacated street, and there was a large group of wrestlers behind him. Thugs and sumo wrestler helpers.
(End of this chapter)