Big beads of sweat rolled down Momoi Heimasa's forehead.

"Gudong"

He swallowed hard and blinked his eyes hard. There was a storm in his chest. He couldn't believe that he lost so easily.

Lin Zhong stood two meters in front of Momoi Heimasa, holding the knife in one hand. The tip of the knife was pointed straight at Momoi Heimasa's throat. His arm was as steady as a rock, without any trembling.

The biting coldness emanating from the blade made the hairs on Momoi's hair stand on end and goosebumps appeared on the surface of his skin.

But what was colder than the blade was Lin Zhong's gaze.

Indifferent, cold, deep and calm.

Momoi Heimasa had never seen such a terrifying look in his eyes. It was like the eyes of a Shura emerging from a sea of ​​blood in a mountain of corpses. It had no warmth and seemed to freeze a person's soul.

At the same time, Momoi Heimasa was convinced that if he made the slightest move, the other party would kill him without hesitation.

There was a dead silence in the hall, so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

Everyone opened their mouths and stared straight at Lin Zhong, with expressions on their faces full of shock, even Todo Masamichi, who was in the deepest part of the city, Nagakura Kazuhiko and others were no exception.

Only Qianye Longjing's face was extremely gloomy, as if a storm was coming.

"Lord Momoi, did you lose?"

"One move... only one move. That ninja actually defeated Momoi-dono with just one move!"

"What happened just now?"

"Momoi-dono is a master of Kagami Akechi-ryu, one of the three great sword masters of Fuso, but he can't even catch the opponent's moves. Who is that ninja?"

"Is Iga-ryu so powerful?"

Momoi Sata clenched his fists tightly, and his nails were almost embedded in his flesh. A voice in his heart roared: "No, I don't believe it. How could dad lose? I must be hallucinating!"

The other disciples of Jing Xin Zhiliu also looked frightened, as if they were mourning their concubines, which was in sharp contrast to their previous high spirits.

Hattori Hyōgetsu blocked half of her face with a folding fan, revealing only a pair of shining beautiful eyes, staring at Lin Zhong's back for a moment, her breasts heaving, her heart racing, and it was difficult to control herself.

Lin Zhong's strength deeply conquered her.

The genes of fearing, obeying, and worshiping the strong have long been integrated into the bones of every Fuso person. This is especially evident in the chaotic and cruel underground world.

"You lost."

Lin Zhong could feel the shocked gazes around him, but he didn't care and his tone was as calm as ever.

Momoi Heimasa's face turned gloomy, he loosened his palm, and half of the sword fell to the ground with a soft "clang" sound.

His cheek muscles twitched a few times, and his tall body was slightly rickety. He said solemnly: "Yes, I lost. Your swordsmanship is outstanding. I am convinced that I lost!"

After finishing speaking, he bowed to Lin Zhong, turned around and prepared to leave.

However, after walking a few steps, Momoi Heimasa suddenly stumbled and almost fell to the ground. A trace of blood appeared at the corner of his mouth, and his face turned pale in an instant.

"Dad, are you okay?"

Momoi Sata was startled, and rushed to Momoi Heimasa's side in three steps and two steps at a time, supporting his body.

"I'm fine."

Momoi Heimasa's hands were shaking uncontrollably, which was the sequelae of the confrontation with Lin Zhong. He took a few deep breaths and tried his best to keep his voice stable: "Help me down, this year's leading meeting, our mirror heart wise flow

Stop getting involved!"

"clear."

Momoi Sata nodded vigorously and supported Momoi Heimasa to retreat into the crowd.

At this time, no one paid attention to Momoi Heimasa. Everyone's attention was focused on Lin Chong, and they all speculated on his true identity.

No matter how powerful the Shadow Ninja is, there is no way he can defeat Momoi Heimasa with one move.

"Who are you?" Qianye Longjing took a step forward, pressed the handle of the knife with his right hand, and asked sternly.

Lin Zhong turned to look at Qianye Longjing, his cold eyes made the latter's heart tremble: "Does it matter who I am?"

"You are definitely not an Iga-ryu ninja!"

Qianye Longjing's eyes were like daggers, and he said word by word: "You are a Yanhuang person!"

As soon as these words were spoken, a commotion suddenly erupted in the originally quiet hall.

"Yanhuang people?"

"Chiba-dono, are you kidding me?"

"How could the Yanhuang people appear here, and they are dressed as ninjas?"

"He clearly uses Fusang swordsmanship, but there is no trace of Yanhuang martial arts..."

"However, with your status as Lord Chiba, it shouldn't be a targetless thing, right?"

Everyone was whispering to each other.

Amidst the endless discussion, Hattori Hyōgetsu's pretty face turned cold, and she also took a few steps forward, her beautiful eyes flashing with cold light: "Your Excellency Chiba, please don't talk nonsense and confuse the audience, even though you are a master of Beichen Itto-ryu.

, one of the three great sword masters of Fuso cannot slander the Hattori family out of thin air without any evidence!"

"Nonsense? Confusing the public?"

Chiba Ryuui glanced at Hattori Hyōgetsu, with a sneer on his face: "Then tell me, which one of the three Iga-ryu shadow ninjas is he, who can actually defeat Momoi-dono with one move? If you Iga-ryu have

With such a strong strength, he has already unified the Fuso martial arts world, right?"

"Who said he was a shadow ninja?"

Hattori Hyōgetsu gently shook the folding fan and sneered: "Chiba-dono, how much do you know about Iga-ryu? Your three major kendo schools may be very strong, but our Iga-ryu is not bad either!"

Everyone in the hall looked at each other, and the atmosphere gradually became weird.

"Then tell me, who is he?" Qianye Longjing pointed at Lin Zhong and said in a stern tone.

"Your Excellency Chiba, are you questioning me?"

Hattori Hyōgetsu put away her folding fan, her beautiful face was indifferent. Even if she was facing off against Chiba Ryūjing, she was not inferior in terms of momentum: "My answer is only four words, no comment."

"I knew you would say that."

Qianye Longjing looked around and suddenly raised his voice, everyone in the audience heard: "Everyone, who among you has an impression of this ninja?"

Everyone shook their heads.

"An unknown ninja came out of nowhere and easily defeated Momoi-dono. Do you believe this?"

Qianba Ryui continued loudly: "Moreover, the sword he used to cut off Monkey King Momoi's weapon reminded me of the Yanhuang warriors I had encountered. On this point, I think Lord Todo has the same feeling as me."

Everyone looked at Todo Masami in unison.

Todo Masamichi pressed his hand on the handle of the knife and was silent for a while before slowly saying: "That's true."

"Finally, I want to ask Momoi-dono, who is fighting against the opponent."

Chiba Ryui's eyes turned and fell on Momoi Heimasa: "Your Excellency Momoi, please tell us your true feelings. Do you think he is a ninja of Iga-ryu?"
Chapter completed!