Dragon Clan: Thought So Far.

"Hey, hey, hey, headmaster, you know that my word spirit is Setsuna, right? This ability is pretty good for assassination, but fighting head-on with a group of Deadpools is like throwing the Japanese Warring States ninjas to the Mongolian Plateau to fight against those fully armored iron pagodas. It's unreliable." The sound of Onimaru Kunitsuna unsheathing his sword was as sharp as the roar of a mad dragon. The cold arc of light swept away the endless blizzard, and a blazing flame suddenly lit up on the crimson wooden scabbard!

Uesugi Koshi's back was getting farther and farther away, and his broken limbs and arms were flying to both sides in front of the old emperor. From Inuyama He's point of view, it seemed that he had the heroic spirit and determination of an ancient hero who would go forward even if there were tens of thousands of people against him.

The smell of blood in the damp and cold air was getting farther and farther away, and Inuyama He's voice gradually became lower.

He chuckled softly, slowly crouched down, and put his hands on the hilt of the knife at his waist. In the hazy light of the knife, the old man's pupils were so blazingly golden that it reminded people of the sun falling from the sky.

In the decades after Uesugi Kotsu abdicated, it was Inuyama Nozomi who relied on his unpredictable sharp sword and the Onimaru Kunitsuna to guard the family's dignity. Until Minamoto no Chisei was brought from the mountains to Tokyo by Tachibana Masamune, he was the strongest man in Japan. Even the ninja king of the Fuma family could hardly defeat the head of the Inuyama family in battle.

In a sense, Inuyama He is the bearer of two eras. He is not only the student and friend of Ange and Uesugi Koshi, but also the teacher and elder of Genchisei. When the imperial blood was broken in the family, this old boy who could not even protect his eldest sister in 1950 carried the fate of hundreds of thousands of people on his shoulders.

The reason why Uesugi Yue never cut off his contact with Inuyama He was probably because he could sometimes see the shadow of Ange in this guy. For many years, no one had been able to bring out the true abilities of this young Showa boy, and no one knew to what level he could use Setsuna.

Perhaps Ange has always regarded Inuyama He as a knife or a mirror, and when used to the extreme, it can be the words that restrain time zero.

Then a fierce wind blew away the blizzard in the sky, and Inuyama He disappeared on the spot. He swung Onimaru Kunitsuna fiercely, and started directly from the sixth level in an instant. It was an incredible and terrifying 64 times fast slash. Everything that stood in the way would be cut in half.

Sixty-one years ago, Inuyama He first awakened this word spirit. At that time, the still young Angé used Time Zero to severely humiliate him, so he used sixty-one years to sharpen this sword that could kill gods and demons.

Few people can practice the same thing for such a long time, spanning half a century. When that fleeting power like spring flowers and autumn moons first showed its prowess in Inuyama He, the queen on the other side of the world had just ascended the throne. The still quite traditional committee at that time was shocked that the royal family allowed cameras to enter Westminster Abbey. Sixty years later, presidents of some countries have begun to curse their competitors' ancestors in a veiled manner on talk shows.

The power accumulated beneath Inuyama He's calm surface like a spring surged like a torrent reaching the sky. Sixty years was enough for the ancient leveling masters to forge death metal into a famous sword handed down from generation to generation, and it was enough for the destruction of a country. However, Inuyama He was only accumulating the beauty that bloomed in an instant.

That was the roar of the humiliated child from the depths of his soul. When the rage erupted, the sky and the earth changed color.

"I was going to use a knife like this to cut off all the grudges and hatred between you and me, teacher." Inuyama Karu cut a snake-like Deadpool with a long tail that was at least five meters long in half along the center of his eyebrows, just like cutting a fallen leaf. When the old man slashed, the navy blue kimono on his body flew away like a flying falcon, and the tattoo on his back that undulated with his tangled muscles, "The Picture of Noh-sen Yama," was lifelike. The Noh-sen Yama was grinding his teeth and sucking blood, and he swept around with a ferocious expression.

Time, fate, duty, these terms that have accompanied Inuyama He throughout his life suddenly materialized at this moment. Onimaru Kuninaga leaped for joy in the hands of this old pimp, and the knife came alive like the seven deadly sins, as if there was a living spirit in it that vowed to kill all the evil spirits in the world, or as if the dragon slayers who once held it appeared in the illusion of the Night Food Field and the real world at the same time. Countless hard palms completely merged with Inuyama He's palm, grasping the crimson handle.

The span of time is so incredible that he was promoted one level at a time in an instant, to level six, level seven, and level eight!
When the knife flashed, it was like an incredible rainstorm was set off in the water wall. Every drop of rain in this rainstorm was made of steel. All the evil spirits coming out of the kingdom of the dead were blown into pieces by the strong wind in such a steel curtain.

Uesugi Yue laughed wildly and turned around. He casually slashed out with a black blade light, tearing a huge crack in front of him as if creating a realm of absolute death.

“Even in our golden age, Aha, you have already honed this word spirit to the point where it can shine in the history of dragon slaying!” The ramen master shook his wrists violently, and the black flame surged and attached to the blade of the ancient alchemical sword in his hand like a living substance.

If Lu Mingfei were here, he would be surprised that his father-in-law could actually do this trick, but Chu Zihang's operation when attaching his Jun Yan to Murasame's blade was almost exactly the same, and Chu Zihang's Word Spirit was only Jun Yan with serial number 89, while his father-in-law's Word Spirit was the "Black Sun" that only the most powerful dragon-slaying heroes in ancient times possessed, and it had not even been included in the Word Spirit sequence list.

Although the two words seem to be very similar in terms of effect, Junyan produces high-temperature flames and explosions centered on itself, while Hei Ri silently burns everything within the field.

But the so-called black sun can cause almost devastating damage to everything around it. The principal had mentioned Uesugi Yue's words to Lu Mingfei before, saying only that it was a power like that of the sun god Apollo. If it were not for the endless tide, perhaps the former underworld supreme would be able to kill all the corpse guards who came to make pilgrimages with just this words.

"I am not interested in the glorious history of slaying dragons. Life is like a dream, and the name left behind is nothing but a wandering illusion!" Inuyama He growled and swung his sword. The sword light was everywhere, as if the dim candlelight in the eyes of the evil spirits in the water wall was reflected in all directions.

That was a 256-fold speed slash. The eighth-level instant had already broken through the limit of hybrids. Even a super hybrid like Yuan Zhisheng could not swing the sword to such a limit.

At this time, there were few creatures in the world who could tell the difference between an instant and time zero. When Onimaru Kuninaga tore through the air, he made a huge noise, like the god of death dancing in nothingness. Only brilliant and bloody light painted in a chaotic manner under the gray sky. All the ancient deadpools who walked out of the water wall that burst out with golden light were crushed into pale and dry corpses.

Uesugi Yue swung his sword to cut through the water wall, and the barrier there was temporarily destroyed. A huge distorted barrier appeared on the water surface. He laughed loudly, and his hand holding the sword was dry but strong.

"One hundred years ago, there was another fellow who used Setsuna and became famous in Europe. He was an elder of the secret party and also the mentor of Angers. We all called him Silver Wing Charlotte. After the invention of the revolver that could fire continuously, Viscount Charlotte was still able to become famous with a flintlock rifle that needed to be filled with gunpowder and bullets separately. This was because his Setsuna was pushed to the seventh level. Time could be magnified dozens of times for him, and he only needed a few tenths of the time to complete the reloading." The outdated underworld supreme casually threw another knife to Inuyama He, who caught it in mid-air.

Of course, Onimaru Kunitsuna is an unrivaled alchemical sword, but Inuyama He is too fast, as if he has surpassed the ultimate of Iai. The blade of the sword has been severely bent after rapid and continuous swings. Although it can slowly recover because it is dead metal, they are now in a state of combat after all. A few seconds of hesitation may lead to the collapse of their fragile defense line.

"I was able to use Setsuna to the seventh level sixty years ago. At that time, Angers also told me the story of that old man." Inuyama He stood naked behind Uesugi Yue. The two old guys, whose ages spanned two centuries, stood back to back and swung their swords in front of him. The swords were sharp and fierce, and suddenly graceful like the brows of a young girl. A huge amount of water splashed out from the walls on both sides, and white steam immediately rose when it fell on Uesugi Yue and Inuyama He. They were soon completely wrapped in the white steam. "I have always known that he has been training me since a long time ago, and even hoped that I would become a whetstone to sharpen his sword, but there are not many geniuses like the emperor in the world. I am just a dull student, and perhaps I never made him feel threatened until my death."

The water ripples as the Deadpools cross the barriers of the world, and the ancient Showa buildings in the deep water twist like demonic temples.

"Don't say that about yourself. That old bastard is not as sarcastic about you as he appears. Although I don't like him, Ange is actually a true educator as he said himself. He just hopes that you can grow faster and better, and maybe one day you can shoulder the hatred and anger of this world like him." Uesugi Yue exhaled such a hot breath from his mouth, and golden substance in his eyes flowed like lava.

"Like what we are doing now, dying near this damn ramen shop?" Inuyama He cursed and hacked down a group of deadpools. Or maybe those things were corpse guards transformed by some kind of power. The ancient alchemical sword hummed and roared, flowing with golden light. "Why don't you want to let me bring our old friends to snipe the return of our ancestors here together?"

"Your subordinates are useless on a battlefield like this, and the A-level hybrids are nothing but cannon fodder here." Uesugi Yue roared.

"There is no difference between rebellion and compliance, the great way goes through the heart! Fifty-five years of dream, wake up and return to the one origin!" Inuyama He suddenly sang loudly an ancient Japanese poem, which was the farewell poem left by Akechi Mitsuhide before his death after launching a coup. It was surprisingly appropriate to use it on them, the unworthy descendants who prevented their ancestors from coming and preventing the White King from resurrecting.

With a slap, Uesugi Yue took time out of his busy schedule to slap Inuyama He in the face.

This slap was so powerful and soul-stirring that the fighting rhythm of the Inuyama family head, who was known as the sword saint, was immediately interrupted, and the surging dragon blood in his body also calmed down instantly.

"You damn bastard, why are you singing this damn farewell poem!" Uesugi Yue swung his sword several times, and the black flames were like spreading poison. All the Deadpools that appeared near the boundary wall in the Night Food Plain were cut off, and the cuts were burned to charcoal.

Uesugi Yue's eyes were wide open, and he seemed quite angry that the other party did not fight back.

"Is it time to die in battle now? Don't you know that the Inuyama family still has hundreds of Maria Ozawa waiting for your triumphant return?"

"I'm sorry!" Inuyama He had no way to resist Uesugi Yue's majesty. He bowed and apologized loudly. He then straightened up and began to breathe heavily.

"Using Setsuna consumes a lot of energy, and we are not the type of dragon slayers that can last long." He said, "Besides, although the Inuyama family is still in the AV industry, outdated actresses like Maria Ozawa have long been eliminated by us."

There was only a moment of silence in the surrounding water wall, and immediately more dark shadows walked out from the darkness in the distance, their eyes lit up with a golden glow, but it was as dim as a candle in the wind.

"It's far from the time to give up hope, Aha. Just watch out, my strongest move is waiting for those pathetic zombies to gather together." Uesugi Yue carried the two swords on his shoulders, then took out a deflated cigarette box from his arms, lit a Soft Seven Star and put it in his mouth. The expression on his face was as lonely as an emperor who was on a strange road.

Inuyama He suddenly felt that the world was so lonely. It had finally come to this...

"The strongest move is the second word spirit that can kill God besides Judgment." His chest rose and fell, and all the muscles in his body were in a relaxed state. He was seizing every moment to recover his strength. "The strongest... Black Sun."

"Of course," Uesugi Yue nodded, his face solemn.
"No," he said.

Inuyama He was stunned and felt a little disillusioned with life.

"The Black Sun is a super powerful move that is even stronger than the strongest one." Uesugi Yue took out a dagger from his arms. Inuyama He felt that it looked familiar, and seemed to be a little similar to the principal's folding knife.

"Anyway, it's a very powerful move. I asked the Night Watchman to make this alchemical tool for me."

Uesugi Yue had a smug look on his face, and for a moment, Inuyama He felt that this guy was a bit like an old repeater who was as strong as a calf.

"There is a spirit of words stored in it. Have you heard of Indra?" Uesugi Yue threw the dagger out without waiting for Inuyama He to answer.

The so-called Indra creates a huge field of thunder and lightning, destroying everything in the field with incredible electric current.

When this field is activated, it is like a vortex of lightning surrounding Inuyama He and Uesugi Yue. Electric shock is precisely the weakness of the corpse guards. The substances in their bones have been replaced by death metal, which is a better conductor than ordinary metal. Moreover, although these monsters are dead, they still rely on nerve current to control their bodies. Indra's electric current vortex can easily destroy the nerve current in their bodies. (End of this chapter)