Fujimaru Ritsuka thinks that she is not a fighting fanatic.

Unlike some of the heroic spirits she knows well, she considers herself to be an ordinary girl who will only take action when necessary. She is definitely a lawful and kind child.

So at this moment, she just stood there with Yasha and Misuki Sakura, watching the crows flee in their direction.

Ever since the fountain was thrown over, the view over there has been blocked by smoke and dust. Normal people would definitely not be able to survive, but even these few people didn't think that the fierce dragon king died like this.<

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Although he is the Dragon King in shogi and not the Dragon King of the fantasy species in the true sense, since he can be evaluated as a monster by the crow, he should naturally have some means of saving his life.

At least, Wu Wu felt that if Yuan Zhisheng was hit by the front of the pool, he would not die.

Should.

In fact——

His judgment was correct.

There was another burst of sound, and the diffuse smoke suddenly shrank in a spiral, and a sharp blade flew out from it with the handle attached, flying behind the crow at an unstoppable speed.

Ding!——

Swords and halberds clashed, and several sharp daggers supported the passage of the Yin current and were continuously accelerated by the air. They collided with the blade together with other sharp weapons in mid-air. After the harsh collision sound, the two sides detached from each other's orbits and deflected, inserting

Among the golden tiles.

The samurai sword that was thrown almost missed the crow, scaring him so much that he broke into a cold sweat.

Shibuki Sakura frowned and placed her hand on the sharp weapon attached to her body without moving it away.

After using so many blades and using the Yin current to accelerate it to such an extent, it barely deviated from its direction. Although the opponent's power was not as strong as Fujimaru Ritsuka, it seemed to be completely beyond the scope of human beings.

Fujimaru Ritsuka also noticed this and looked into the depths of the smoke.

The "manager" walked out, his pace still steady and it seemed that he was not seriously affected, but it was undeniable that a light red blood curtain started from the corner of his forehead and stuck to half of his face.

He looked a lot more embarrassed than before, but what annoyed Yasha and Crow was that this guy's face was still handsome even in this way. Rather, it gave him a bleak autumn ending beauty, like wearing a red shirt at the end of the shogunate period.

, a young samurai wielding a long sword.

But at this moment, the young warrior's face is no longer elegant, but has a bit of ferocity. Different from the pure murderous look before, now there is a hint of embarrassment and anger.

"I said he must be young, so this is urgent."

The crow ran to everyone and then complained.

"I can tell, so Senior Crow - whether he is captured alive or escapes, I can tell the truth."

"Hey, this is different from what was promised!"

Regardless of Yasha's noisy noise, it took Crow a few seconds to realize what Fujimaru Ritsuka's words meant, and he roughly reproduced the conversation between several people in the Golden Hall.

"...Five minutes. You are allowed to fight with that guy during this time. It's best if you can capture him alive. You can escape with your life and get information about the opponent without losing money."

The dog-headed military advisor gave tentative instructions, and the new member Fujimaru Ritsuka also nodded.

She turned sideways and looked up at the enemy on the second floor, and the young samurai also stared at her, and their eyes met in mid-air.

"Okay, then without further ado——"

The end of the sentence was stretched out, and the girl's figure became ethereal and uncertain in an instant.

"Senior Crow and Yasha, please hide in the back!"

The next moment, the golden tiles under Fujimaru Ritsuka's feet shattered, and the whole piece of marble turned into incomplete stones and splashed around. The roar of the tearing atmosphere turned into sound waves and pushed the two people backward.

It was a shock that almost made people think that a flash bomb exploded at close range. At such a crazy speed, only Fujimaru Ritsuka and the attacker were able to react in time. The weapons of both sides were intertwined, and they could barely stay still in mid-air.
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The opponent used a Japanese sword that he took out from somewhere, and Fujimaru Ritsuka used...

She wears durable sneakers.

"Are you kidding me?"

Although he once combed his hair to look like an adult, in the eyes of Fujimaru Ritsuka after letting his hair down, this guy is not much older than himself.

Blood left from the forehead and infected the eyeballs. The eyes that were originally black and white were now shrouded in blood and turned into red. Golden light shined through the blood. If Sakura Sakura's golden pupils were majestic when she used the word spirit,

Beautiful, then this guy is purely creepy.

"If you don't want me to joke, why don't you give me the katana?"

The two of them stepped back a distance respectively. Fujimaru Ritsuka had a smile on his face, but his body was still in Pankrasin's fighting posture. Compared with Bajiquan or ancient Roman boxing, Pankrasin made full use of space and distance.

It has more advantages in using bare hands.

"If you confess, you will be lenient, if you resist, you will be lenient, and you will be arrested without mercy, you fierce ghosts, your mother in the countryside is crying!"

"..."

While the girl was preparing herself, she did not forget to talk nonsense, trying to disrupt the enemy's position, but she saw the fierce ghosts and dragon kings smiling like a spring breeze.

"I don't have a mother."

"Sorry!!"

What responded to the girl was a bright white sword light, like a fallen leaf cut open by thunder and rain. Even the feathers falling in the wind would be cut in half by this sharp edge.

But unfortunately, the girl is a human being, not a feather.

Pull back your knees, tighten your thighs, and while exerting your core strength, your durable sneakers turn into an invisible arc and kick towards the arm of the young samurai opposite.

The neat movements caused the muscles to explode. The girl came first, and the collision of flesh made a dull sound. The figure of the Dragon King, which the fierce ghosts were proud of, lagged behind and was forced to tilt. If his footsteps hadn't dragged the ground, he would have almost turned sideways.

Fly out.

But even if the person didn't fly out, the knife couldn't be grasped with both hands.

The young samurai's eyes widened, but his brain did not stop working in anger. Instead, it moved naturally as if a deeper instinct had taken over. He allowed his center of gravity to shift and his body tilted. It turned out that

Taking advantage of the situation, he held the knife with one hand and slashed diagonally from bottom to top from the other direction.

The knife cut through the air as if it were escaping into the shadows. This fatal knife was issued from a blind corner and a shadow, and Fujimaru Ritsuka couldn't help but be surprised.

She noticed, but the opponent's speed was a bit faster than before! Is this guy hiding his clumsiness on purpose?

The white light flashed across, and several strands of the girl's orange-red hair were cut off, and a shallow blood mark was cut on her waist. If she hadn't stepped back in time, her intestines would have been on the ground by this time.

But without if, Fujimaru Ritsuka's expression didn't even change, and he was completely focused on it without any sign of solemnity.

The moment it landed, the katana was already approaching. The opponent seemed to be unyielding and might have been offended by the fountain. At the same time, Fujimaru Ritsuka also erupted again, shooting forward.

That's right, moving forward, she faced the pale sword light without hesitation.

The face was almost touching the edge of the knife, and if he moved a few centimeters higher, his ears would fall to the ground. This behavior was naturally beyond the opponent's expectations. The man's eyes widened, but it was already difficult to stop the force of the knife.

At this time, Fujimaru Ritsuka's fist was already close to the bridge of his nose.

His reaction once again exceeded the girl's expectations. He once again released his force in the direction of the sword, let go and let the katana fly into the sky. He tilted his head back and planned to use his free hands to fight back.

But this is playing into Fujimaru Ritsuka's plan. The girl is still conceited in close combat.

Moreover, someone once said——

There is an insurmountable high wall between armed and unarmed.

This sentence fully explains the threat the weapon poses to the enemy, and also proves its importance to the swordsman. At this time, the sword was forced to leave his hand, and the Dragon King of the fierce ghosts really committed an unforgivable crime.

The first is the fierce ghost dragon king who committed the crime of arrogance, which is omitted below.

Bang!

The fists and palms collided. The young warrior, who was still relieved about his quick reaction, was directly awakened by the stinging pain coming from the center of his palms. His body, which was already moving backward, turned backwards.

Fujimaru Ritsuka did not stop, she still remembered her mission to capture the opponent alive.

She suddenly jumped up, and as if there were eyes on her back, she reached out to catch the katana that the opponent had just thrown into the sky, and chopped it down with the force of splitting the mountain.

According to her assumption, this knife should be able to kill the opponent half to death.

But if nothing unexpected happened, another accident would happen. The young warrior suddenly stopped his retreat, half-bent his knees and stopped with force, and reached out his right hand behind him.

There was the katana he threw at the crow before, stuck straight in the ground.

I see... Did you shift your weight just now and step back this way on purpose...

The calculation started when he let go and threw the knife. If he had followed the opponent's assumptions, Fujimaru Ritsuka would have been chopped half to death by the ambush blade.

Unfortunately, just as Fujimaru Ritsuka's idea did not succeed, the opponent seemed not to have expected that Fujimaru Ritsuka would attack with the sword instead of using fists and kicks like before, but with a single blow.

"Didn't you ask me to give you a samurai sword? Now it's in your hand."

The blood-stained warrior's face looked like a ghost, and his mouth was grinning in an exaggerated way.

Both sides felt like they had a clear mirror in their hearts, but neither of them planned to hold back the swords in their hands. The arc of light flashed from top to bottom and struck down mercilessly. At the same time, the young samurai's sword also came up from the opposite direction.
Chapter completed!