Chapter 157 3 ships, death
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Ye Lu Ren
Seeing the long-haired man in retro clothes standing in front of him blocking the road, Mifune raised his eyebrows.
"Your Excellency... Who are you?"
Mifune's tone was full of cautious probing, causing Okisuke, his close confidant beside him, to look slightly sideways.
In Oki's mind, Mr. Daisho is the strongest among the Iron Kingdom warriors. He can have equal rights to talk even when facing the Five Kages. Why is he so cautious about the man in front of him?
Mifune didn't pay attention to the doubts of his men, and put his hand on the knife handle at his waist with a solemn expression.
Years of training and fighting have made Mifune's intuition extremely sharp.
The pressure the other party put on him was so great that just a few breaths made him sweat.
This feeling was something that even Hanzo from the Land of Rain could not give him.
The other party is very dangerous!
"Haha," Madara chuckled and stopped in place, keeping a distance of about ten meters from the group of warriors.
"It doesn't matter who I am, but now you have only two choices - kill me, or be killed by me."
Although the other party spoke with a smile, the arrogance and murderous intent in his words made Mifune frown.
"Boy, do you know who you are facing!"
Madara's attitude made Okisuke next to Mifune feel displeased. When he was about to pull out the long sword at his waist, Mifune reached out to stop him.
"You must be from Konoha, right?" Mifune walked to the front of the crowd alone.
Madara nodded slightly and acknowledged his identity.
"Since you will appear here, you must be trying to prevent us from aiding Tang Country..."
"With your strength, please don't pay attention to the disrespectful words of this junior."
"I have a merciless request. I hope you can give me a chance to fight with you alone!"
Mifune's pace continued to quicken until he was face to face with Madara a few meters away. Finally, he spoke the words in his mouth almost eagerly, his eyes filled with fighting intent.
Even as he got older, Mifune never lost his original intention.
When he was young, he dared to face Hanzo and plead for his companions.
Now, he will face Uchiha Madara.
Although he didn't know the identity of the other party, based on his intuition, he would definitely not be able to protect the warriors behind him once the other party made a move. It would be the best option if he could find an opportunity to challenge the other party in a duel.
"Your eyes are good, I like this kind of eyes." Madara nodded slightly and praised.
"I promise."
"Thank you very much!" Mifune bowed solemnly, then pulled out the long sword from his waist as if facing a formidable enemy, held it tightly with both hands and looked at Uchiha Madara, "Do you need a weapon?"
"Since we are fighting the strongest samurai, we definitely can't do it without playing with the sword..."
Madara touched his chin, stretched out his hand slightly to grab it in the air, and the saber on the samurai's waist flew into Madara's hand under the influence of attraction.
"My holy sword!" The samurai was startled and wanted to go back. After seeing Mifune shake his head, he stood there dejectedly.
……
"Sir, can we start now?" Mifune asked, his body already in optimal condition.
"Yes." Madara pulled out the long knife and played with it for a while, then nodded slowly.
There are too many red tapes for these warriors, and it would be so troublesome to get through a fight.
That is to say, he is now curious and wants to see what the strongest samurai's swordsmanship is like. Otherwise, he would not accompany the opponent to do this. Susanoo directly pushed him away.
"Please!" Mifune put the knife back into its sheath.
"This move is called Iai Slash. I have been practicing this move for decades. The speed of drawing the sword is so fast that it can kill a ninja without even being able to form a seal!"
Before Mifune made the move, he even told Uchiha Madara about this move.
In other words, he wanted this move to be recognized by the strong.
Madara had no expression and just nodded slightly.
"Flash!"
After receiving the other party's reply, Mifune stopped talking nonsense and pulled out the long sword in the sheath at an extremely fast speed.
A flash of white sword light struck Uchiha Madara in almost microseconds.
Even if the Sharingan can catch it, the physical body will never be able to react!
On the other hand, Uchiha Madara just smiled slightly, waved one hand for a moment and slashed with the long sword in his hand.
"throat!"
There was a harsh impact of a metal scream.
The two of them stood there with unchanged expressions. On the contrary, the onlookers held their breaths and widened their eyes to see who was winning and who was losing.
"I lost."
Madara spat out a sentence calmly, and along with the words, there was a long knife in his hand that was cut into two pieces.
Swordsmanship is not Madara's strong point. What really allowed him to dominate in the Warring States Period was the physical skills and ninjutsu honed in bloody battles, as well as the blood inheritance of the Uchiha clan.
As for swordsmanship, it is probably only at a sufficient level, and there is still some gap between Mifune, who really relies on swordsmanship.
He didn't feel any shame in losing in something he wasn't good at.
"It feels like... it's a little faster than that guy from Senju Tobirama's Flying Thunder God Slash." Madara nodded, giving his approval to Mifune Iai Slash.
This also completely aroused Madara's curiosity.
But Mifune on the opposite side did not relax, but became even more solemn.
The move just now was already the strongest move he could use, but it only cut off the opponent's weapon, and the opponent's body was not injured at all!
Mifune cried and laughed, feeling that he was going to give an explanation here today...
"Come again!"
Madarame fired a second time and summoned a long sword again. The difference from last time was that this time he chose to take the initiative, and the red light belonging to the Sharingan appeared in his eyes.
Mifune did not show any fear and also faced them.
Sword energy was waved out one after another, and there was another clanging sound of iron weapons colliding. The collision between the two could not even be captured by the naked eye.
The onlookers also retreated a hundred meters away, otherwise they would most likely be affected by the overflowing sword energy.
The afterimages of Madara and Mifune were like two flashes of light in their eyes, and they felt dazzled just by looking at them.
"Hahaha, this kind of battle is quite interesting!"
Madara laughed heartily, and the weapon in his hand was brandished with a beautiful and deadly sword light.
Mifune, on the other hand, had already begun to breathe heavily.
At the beginning of the battle, he was able to suppress the opponent with his superb sword skills.
But as time passed, he was horrified to find that the other party seemed to be adapting?
At first, the opponent could barely react with the Iai Slash, but now he just raised his hand slightly, so that the opponent could follow closely, and the Iai Slash could no longer pose a threat to the opponent.
What's even more terrifying is that the opponent's swordsmanship is also improving at an alarming rate!
It has even reached the same level as him!
In the flash of lightning, countless thoughts flashed through Mifune's mind, but he could not find a way to defeat the opponent.
Then, under the influence of this distraction, a sword energy instantly hit his chest.
"boom!"
Among the two figures fighting, Mifune's figure flew out instantly and hit the ground with a roar.
"Mifune-sama lost?"
"impossible!"
After the samurai saw the figure flying out, their expressions suddenly changed. Okisuke, who reacted quickly, rushed forward and helped Mifune up, "Sir!"
"I... lost!" A trail of blood flowed from the corner of Mifune's mouth, and a long wound on his chest proved his defeat.
"Your swordsmanship is indeed the strongest in this era." Madara Uchiha slowly walked to Mifune, ignoring the hateful but fearful looks of the people around him.
With his Sharingan, he defeated Mifune in swordsmanship, which did not prevent him from praising Mifune.
The opponent's swordsmanship also gave him some gains.
The eyes can see but the body cannot react...that is someone else, not him Uchiha Madara!
"Really? Hahaha, I have no regrets if I can get your approval."
Mifune smiled bitterly, and a large mouthful of blood spat out from his mouth.
Madara's sword caused extremely severe trauma to his lungs, and it was no longer possible to survive.
Furthermore, they were enemies, standing on opposite sides, fighting with the goal of killing each other.
"Your Excellency, I... have a merciless request, cough cough cough... after I die, can you... let them go?"
Mifune slightly stretched out a finger and pointed at the Iron Country warriors who came with him.
"Admiral!" Okosuke, who was supporting Mifune, burst into tears.
"can."
Surprisingly, Madara nodded without any hesitation.
This strongest samurai satisfies Madara's desire to fight, and he is also quite a good person. Fulfilling the opponent's little wish before his death is just an easy thing for Madara.
"Then, thank you, Your Excellency!"
After hearing this, Mifune closed his eyes without any concern, and the breathing from the tip of his nose also stopped.
"Mr. General!" The warriors beside him all exclaimed.
"Take his body and go back to where it came from."
Madara looked at Mifune's body, confirmed that he was dead, and then glanced at the remaining Iron Country warriors.
"If I touch you again, there will be no other person like him."
These threatening words immediately made them tremble, and they immediately packed up Mifune's body and returned to the original route.
As for Tang Zhiguo's request for help and the survival of the daimyo, it is no longer their business.
"good."
Touching the long knife that was not returned at his waist, Madara disappeared in an instant.
"Your Excellency... Who are you?"
Mifune's tone was full of cautious probing, causing Okisuke, his close confidant beside him, to look slightly sideways.
In Oki's mind, Mr. Daisho is the strongest among the Iron Kingdom warriors. He can have equal rights to talk even when facing the Five Kages. Why is he so cautious about the man in front of him?
Mifune didn't pay attention to the doubts of his men, and put his hand on the knife handle at his waist with a solemn expression.
Years of training and fighting have made Mifune's intuition extremely sharp.
The pressure the other party put on him was so great that just a few breaths made him sweat.
This feeling was something that even Hanzo from the Land of Rain could not give him.
The other party is very dangerous!
"Haha," Madara chuckled and stopped in place, keeping a distance of about ten meters from the group of warriors.
"It doesn't matter who I am, but now you have only two choices - kill me, or be killed by me."
Although the other party spoke with a smile, the arrogance and murderous intent in his words made Mifune frown.
"Boy, do you know who you are facing!"
Madara's attitude made Okisuke next to Mifune feel displeased. When he was about to pull out the long sword at his waist, Mifune reached out to stop him.
"You must be from Konoha, right?" Mifune walked to the front of the crowd alone.
Madara nodded slightly and acknowledged his identity.
"Since you will appear here, you must be trying to prevent us from aiding Tang Country..."
"With your strength, please don't pay attention to the disrespectful words of this junior."
"I have a merciless request. I hope you can give me a chance to fight with you alone!"
Mifune's pace continued to quicken until he was face to face with Madara a few meters away. Finally, he spoke the words in his mouth almost eagerly, his eyes filled with fighting intent.
Even as he got older, Mifune never lost his original intention.
When he was young, he dared to face Hanzo and plead for his companions.
Now, he will face Uchiha Madara.
Although he didn't know the identity of the other party, based on his intuition, he would definitely not be able to protect the warriors behind him once the other party made a move. It would be the best option if he could find an opportunity to challenge the other party in a duel.
"Your eyes are good, I like this kind of eyes." Madara nodded slightly and praised.
"I promise."
"Thank you very much!" Mifune bowed solemnly, then pulled out the long sword from his waist as if facing a formidable enemy, held it tightly with both hands and looked at Uchiha Madara, "Do you need a weapon?"
"Since we are fighting the strongest samurai, we definitely can't do it without playing with the sword..."
Madara touched his chin, stretched out his hand slightly to grab it in the air, and the saber on the samurai's waist flew into Madara's hand under the influence of attraction.
"My holy sword!" The samurai was startled and wanted to go back. After seeing Mifune shake his head, he stood there dejectedly.
……
"Sir, can we start now?" Mifune asked, his body already in optimal condition.
"Yes." Madara pulled out the long knife and played with it for a while, then nodded slowly.
There are too many red tapes for these warriors, and it would be so troublesome to get through a fight.
That is to say, he is now curious and wants to see what the strongest samurai's swordsmanship is like. Otherwise, he would not accompany the opponent to do this. Susanoo directly pushed him away.
"Please!" Mifune put the knife back into its sheath.
"This move is called Iai Slash. I have been practicing this move for decades. The speed of drawing the sword is so fast that it can kill a ninja without even being able to form a seal!"
Before Mifune made the move, he even told Uchiha Madara about this move.
In other words, he wanted this move to be recognized by the strong.
Madara had no expression and just nodded slightly.
"Flash!"
After receiving the other party's reply, Mifune stopped talking nonsense and pulled out the long sword in the sheath at an extremely fast speed.
A flash of white sword light struck Uchiha Madara in almost microseconds.
Even if the Sharingan can catch it, the physical body will never be able to react!
On the other hand, Uchiha Madara just smiled slightly, waved one hand for a moment and slashed with the long sword in his hand.
"throat!"
There was a harsh impact of a metal scream.
The two of them stood there with unchanged expressions. On the contrary, the onlookers held their breaths and widened their eyes to see who was winning and who was losing.
"I lost."
Madara spat out a sentence calmly, and along with the words, there was a long knife in his hand that was cut into two pieces.
Swordsmanship is not Madara's strong point. What really allowed him to dominate in the Warring States Period was the physical skills and ninjutsu honed in bloody battles, as well as the blood inheritance of the Uchiha clan.
As for swordsmanship, it is probably only at a sufficient level, and there is still some gap between Mifune, who really relies on swordsmanship.
He didn't feel any shame in losing in something he wasn't good at.
"It feels like... it's a little faster than that guy from Senju Tobirama's Flying Thunder God Slash." Madara nodded, giving his approval to Mifune Iai Slash.
This also completely aroused Madara's curiosity.
But Mifune on the opposite side did not relax, but became even more solemn.
The move just now was already the strongest move he could use, but it only cut off the opponent's weapon, and the opponent's body was not injured at all!
Mifune cried and laughed, feeling that he was going to give an explanation here today...
"Come again!"
Madarame fired a second time and summoned a long sword again. The difference from last time was that this time he chose to take the initiative, and the red light belonging to the Sharingan appeared in his eyes.
Mifune did not show any fear and also faced them.
Sword energy was waved out one after another, and there was another clanging sound of iron weapons colliding. The collision between the two could not even be captured by the naked eye.
The onlookers also retreated a hundred meters away, otherwise they would most likely be affected by the overflowing sword energy.
The afterimages of Madara and Mifune were like two flashes of light in their eyes, and they felt dazzled just by looking at them.
"Hahaha, this kind of battle is quite interesting!"
Madara laughed heartily, and the weapon in his hand was brandished with a beautiful and deadly sword light.
Mifune, on the other hand, had already begun to breathe heavily.
At the beginning of the battle, he was able to suppress the opponent with his superb sword skills.
But as time passed, he was horrified to find that the other party seemed to be adapting?
At first, the opponent could barely react with the Iai Slash, but now he just raised his hand slightly, so that the opponent could follow closely, and the Iai Slash could no longer pose a threat to the opponent.
What's even more terrifying is that the opponent's swordsmanship is also improving at an alarming rate!
It has even reached the same level as him!
In the flash of lightning, countless thoughts flashed through Mifune's mind, but he could not find a way to defeat the opponent.
Then, under the influence of this distraction, a sword energy instantly hit his chest.
"boom!"
Among the two figures fighting, Mifune's figure flew out instantly and hit the ground with a roar.
"Mifune-sama lost?"
"impossible!"
After the samurai saw the figure flying out, their expressions suddenly changed. Okisuke, who reacted quickly, rushed forward and helped Mifune up, "Sir!"
"I... lost!" A trail of blood flowed from the corner of Mifune's mouth, and a long wound on his chest proved his defeat.
"Your swordsmanship is indeed the strongest in this era." Madara Uchiha slowly walked to Mifune, ignoring the hateful but fearful looks of the people around him.
With his Sharingan, he defeated Mifune in swordsmanship, which did not prevent him from praising Mifune.
The opponent's swordsmanship also gave him some gains.
The eyes can see but the body cannot react...that is someone else, not him Uchiha Madara!
"Really? Hahaha, I have no regrets if I can get your approval."
Mifune smiled bitterly, and a large mouthful of blood spat out from his mouth.
Madara's sword caused extremely severe trauma to his lungs, and it was no longer possible to survive.
Furthermore, they were enemies, standing on opposite sides, fighting with the goal of killing each other.
"Your Excellency, I... have a merciless request, cough cough cough... after I die, can you... let them go?"
Mifune slightly stretched out a finger and pointed at the Iron Country warriors who came with him.
"Admiral!" Okosuke, who was supporting Mifune, burst into tears.
"can."
Surprisingly, Madara nodded without any hesitation.
This strongest samurai satisfies Madara's desire to fight, and he is also quite a good person. Fulfilling the opponent's little wish before his death is just an easy thing for Madara.
"Then, thank you, Your Excellency!"
After hearing this, Mifune closed his eyes without any concern, and the breathing from the tip of his nose also stopped.
"Mr. General!" The warriors beside him all exclaimed.
"Take his body and go back to where it came from."
Madara looked at Mifune's body, confirmed that he was dead, and then glanced at the remaining Iron Country warriors.
"If I touch you again, there will be no other person like him."
These threatening words immediately made them tremble, and they immediately packed up Mifune's body and returned to the original route.
As for Tang Zhiguo's request for help and the survival of the daimyo, it is no longer their business.
"good."
Touching the long knife that was not returned at his waist, Madara disappeared in an instant.
