From the Inheritance of Ryoma Swordsmanship

　　In an instant, a huge force oscillated from the front of his blade, and the terrifying force erupted again after a meal, causing his figure to slide backwards dragging the floor of the arena.

　　"Chucky!"

　　An obvious trace appeared, and it was not until the edge of the arena that Yakuro gritted his teeth to stabilize his body.

　　"Such terrifying power!"

　　Yakuro was shocked.

　　The onlookers were also quiet at this time, and some people covered their mouths in surprise.

　　"The power to suppress Yakuro."

　　"It's just one arm!"

　　"This Young Master Jiang Liu from the Shuangyue family is very strong!"

　　Under the stage, there are naturally many people who know the goods, and can see the power displayed in this simple confrontation.

　　The long knife in Jiang Liu's hand moved slightly, and a flash of clarity flashed in his eyes.

　　"While inheriting swordsmanship, did Ryoma's physical fitness also inherit a little?"

　　"Strength technique, instinctive reaction, and the posture of the knife."

　　"interesting!"

　　"So, how powerful am I now?"

　　Taking a step forward, Jiang Liu faced Mikuro, leaning forward slightly.

　　"Please be more serious."

　　The light words made Yakuro grin, and his face became a little cruel.

　　As soon as he retracted his long knife, his eyes were extremely sharp.

　　Then, his feet began to run, rushing towards the river.

　　In an instant, the two knives began to collide again.

　　"when!"

　　The huge power shocked Mikuro's heart. The knife he pressed down and his arms, his body became one, but under the strength of the opponent, he was lifted up by the knife, three inches off the ground.

　　"what!"

　　With a loud roar, Yakuro burst out with all his strength, and his feet returned to the ground again.

　　Immediately afterwards, there was a mysterious aura above the blade, and the long knife seemed to be hard and sharp at this moment.

　　"call out!"

　　The blade was drawn out and went straight to Jiang Liu's chest.

　　He took a step back and pointed out the tip of Qiu Ling's knife in his hand, hitting the opponent's blade.

　　"when!"

　　The blade wrapped in inexplicable aura hummed and trembled, and this shocking force almost made Yakuro let go of the knife in his hand.

　　Immediately following, Jiang Liu stepped forward and stabbed him.

　　Yakuro raised his head, and his robe was cut with a long scar by the wind of the knife. He stepped back, avoiding the blow, and began to breathe heavily.

　　quick!allow!ruthless!

　　The young man in front of him, during the confrontation, put too much pressure on him.He really couldn't imagine how such a terrifying power could be contained in that small body.

　　"monster!"

　　Two words popped out of his mind, making Yakuro extremely dignified at this moment.

　　Afterwards, he leaned slightly, and the long knife was placed in front of him in a strange posture.

　　"A sword move?"

　　Jiang Liu smiled slightly.

　　After a simple test, he has come to the conclusion that now his sword skills and physical strength have surpassed the original.

　　The inheritance of Longma gave him a qualitative change.

　　And with the battle, this kind of power will continue to increase, until finally, it reaches the same level as the strength of Ryoma before his death.

　　The power of one person, protect the whole country!

　　He retracted the long knife and slowly sheathed it, then leaned forward, resting his right hand on the handle of the knife, his face became serious.

　　"Then, Yakuro, the next blow."

　　"Decision!"

　　Yakuro's pupils shrank, and fine sweat oozes from his forehead.

　　He vaguely felt that behind the other party, as if roaring and circling, a ferocious flying dragon rushed out, showing his teeth and claws at him.

　　"Roar!"

　　Yakuro roared and rushed forward.

　　The long knife drew a touch of cold light, like an evil spirit descending, neighing for food.

　　In the blink of an eye, he was in front of Jiang Liu.

　　At this moment, Jiang Liu, who was holding the scabbard in his right hand, glared suddenly.

　　The long sword was unsheathed, and the light shone like a flying dragon in the sky. The powerful majesty and the great energy burst out at this moment and shot out.

　　Slash!

　　"when!"

　　The sound of gold and iron came out, and Mikuro's figure stood stiffly, and the long knife in his hand shattered.

　　"call!"

　　A gust of wind flew towards the front of Jiangliu, causing the audience to scream continuously.

　　"You are defeated!"

　　A faint voice came out.

　　Yakuro's hand holding the knife was shaking, and he fell to the ground with a thud, blood flowing from his body. .

Chapter 6

　　The arena was silent, and in everyone's eyes, Yakuro, who was almost undefeated, was so easily defeated by Jiang Liu, which shocked them.

　　But soon, a roar like a wave came out, and everyone cheered a person's name in their mouths.

　　"Frost Moon River Flows!"

　　"Frost Moon River Flow!!"

　　"Frost Moon River Flows!"

　　The referee also reacted at this time, glanced at Yakuro lying in a pool of blood, he took a deep breath in shock, and then shouted in surprise.

　　"It's incredible!"

　　"The son of our Shuangyue family has defeated the once undefeated Yakuro!"

　　"He will become the new defender and meet your challenge!"

　　Afterwards, he also looked at Jiang Liu cautiously.

　　"Young Master Jiang Liu, do you want to become the defender of the arena next, waiting for the challenge of the next samurai!"

　　Jiang Liu's ears were full of shouts, and the atmosphere was warm, cheering for him alone. Such an atmosphere really made people emotional.

　　"I will wait for everyone who challenges me!"

　　With a faint smile, Jiang Liu said.

　　His voice was not loud, but it spread throughout the challenge field, and the atmosphere became more enthusiastic.

　　Afterwards, he took a few steps forward and helped Yakuro who was bleeding from his chest: "Maybe, you should treat him."

　　Yakuro was weak at this time. When he was lifted up by Jiang Liu, his eyes suddenly opened and he grabbed his arm with an inexplicable meaning in his eyes.

　　"you!!!"

　　"Repose well."

　　Jiang Liu looked directly at each other and said with a smile.

　　This light sentence made Yakuro close his eyes again, and his heart was touched.

　　In the arena of life-and-death battles, victory means survival, and defeat means death.But this man possessed overwhelming strength, but in the final confrontation, he avoided his fatal part.

　　For Yakuro, this made him feel puzzled but grateful.

　　The referee was stunned, and soon greeted the doctor under the stage to come forward.

　　The look in Jiang Liu's eyes again became strange and reverent.

　　In such a field of life and death, there is only honor and survival, and those who fail and die will be the rats in the sewer, and no one will care about their life and death.

　　In a deadly battle, the two sides are enemies of life and death, with a clear purpose, and few of them will take the initiative to help with the treatment. What's more, they will end the other's life with a knife in front of the meeting.

　　Yakuro was pulled down, and Jiang Liu stood guarding the arena.

　　On this day, he played fourteen games, winning every game, without a record of defeat.Some people died because of his mercy, while others were arrogant and beheaded mercilessly by him.

　　The successive battles seemed to make the fusion of the dragon-horse swordsmanship he inherited faster, and Jiang Liu could clearly feel the increase in his own strength.

　　At dusk, he left the arena and came to Kabukicho.

　　It was still the same room, the woman named Xiaolan.

　　A gentle girl, fill him with a glass of sake, and soft music soothes his emotions.

　　"My lord, you just went through a fight, but you seem to be in a good mood?"