Chapter 742: Unparalleled Martial Arts Competition (XII)

"The martial arts performance is over."

When Feng Bujue arrived at the martial arts competition, a fight had just ended on the stage. He heard the bronze lion statue next to the stage proclaim in a beast-like tone...

"The winner is Yagyu Kenshin. The loser is Sanada Yukimura."

This was a competition that ended in surrender. Sanada knew that he was not as strong as Yagyu after a long attack, so he chose to give up.

"Senior Yagyu has outstanding skills, and Sanada admires him." After the result was announced, Sanada took a half step forward and bowed to Yagyu.

"Well..." Yagyu Kenshin closed his eyes, put his hands behind his back, and slowly turned around, "Thank you, Sanada-kun." When he walked off the stage, he did not forget to give the other party a way out.

But... to be honest, Yagyu was just being polite... All the strong players present could see that Sanada's strength could not be compared with Yagyu at all. Although Sanada, who wields the flame spear Susano, is extremely brave, his realm is still at the level of holding weapons and having moves. Compared with the realm of the "Sword Saint" whose moves are born from the heart, not stagnant in form, and all swords return to the origin, it is far from it...

"Next match..." After the two men walked down the martial arts stage, the statue announcing the scene continued to read, "By... Kurotsuchi Jinsuke, against... Tachibana Ukyo."

As soon as the voice fell, two figures walked out of the crowd...

The first person to step onto the stage was wearing a light-colored kendo kimono, a black cloak, and a samurai sword on his waist.

He was tall and had a stern face. His long golden hair fell to the back of his neck; his every move revealed the demeanor of a tyrant, and just a glance was enough to suffocate his opponent.

He was Kurotsuchi Jinsuke, like an unbreakable King Kong. In his universe, he is the strongest swordsman with the title of "Killing Thousands of People". Even when he was suffering from an incurable disease and dying, he never lost.

And the person who walked slowly onto the stage afterwards... wore a white kimono on top and blue pleated trousers (similar to a long skirt, a style of Hanfu, introduced to Japan during the Wei and Jin Dynasties), and also wore a samurai sword on his waist.

He was thin and handsome, with long blue hair draped over his shoulders. His expression was gentle and peaceful, but he also exuded a temperament that kept people away from him...

He was Tachibana Ukyo, like an ice-carved rose. In his universe, he was a weak and sickly genius swordsman, even though he was suffering from lung disease and his death was approaching. He still walked alone with a sword, looking for the ultimate flower growing in the depths of the demon world for the love of his life.

"Oh my god..." Looking at the two people who walked onto the martial arts stage one after another, Feng Bujue, who was standing in the audience, couldn't help but complain, "They actually put these two old sick guys together... This is going to be a good show."

People who are interested in this "show" are naturally not just Brother Jue... At this moment, all the swordsmen present, such as Jianjun Twelve Hate, Feng Zhihen, Liu Sheng Jianying, etc., have already felt the sword intent of the two people on the stage.

It can be said that a silent, invisible and invisible battle... has already begun.

"Si Yu." At this time, among the spectators, a person who always likes to remain silent... spoke up, "What do you think. How will this battle go?"

The person who asked this question was Feng Zhihen, and his tone was like a teacher testing a student.

"Winning or losing is no more than three moves. Life and death is no more than a breath." Ruoyu responded to the other party's question almost without thinking.

"Hmm..." Feng Zhihen heard the words and groaned.

There was no change in his expression, and he did not make any comments on Ruoyu's words. But Ruoyu could feel that... "Teacher Feng" was very satisfied with this answer.

As they were talking, the two people on the martial arts stage had gradually approached their opponents. When they reached a very delicate distance, they both stopped at the same time.

"Muho-ryu, Kurotetsu Jinjie." Kurotetsu Jinjie stood proudly and looked at Tachibana Ukyo, who was a few inches shorter than him.

"Shinmu Dream Ichidori, Tachibana Ukyo." Tachibana Ukyo met the opponent's powerful eyes with a calm look and replied indifferently.

After the two introduced themselves, they fell into silence again.

"He was not affected by my momentum at all, as calm as water, a scary guy..." After a few seconds, Kurotetsu Jinjie said this in his heart.

"He is impeccable from head to toe, like a sword ghost... As a swordsman, I am lucky to be able to fight with such a person in this life." Tachibana Ukyo also gave his opponent a very high evaluation in his heart.

Snap-Snap-

The hands of the two people almost grasped the hilt of the sword at the same moment.

"I, died once." Before taking action, Kurotetsu Jinjie broke the silence.

"I, too, died once." Tachibana Ukyo continued.

"I didn't die by the sword."

"I didn't die by the sword either."

"Sad."

"Sigh."

"In this different space, I got a second chance."

"This time and space gave me a second life."

"I will defeat Enrochi, use my sword... to expand the unparalleled path and rule the world."

"I will defeat Enrochi, correct time and space, and return to my beloved."

"Those who go against me... die."

"Those who stand in my way... die."

Their words ended here.

From this moment on, they were no longer "people", but the embodiment of swords.

The sword chant was their language; the sword technique was their wisdom; the sword intent was their will.

Chiying——

The overlapping sounds of the blades being drawn out of the sheath announced the beginning of the battle.

Tachibana Ukyo is a master of Iai (a technique of instantly drawing a sword to kill an enemy). The moment he draws his sword, his ultimate move is ready.

But as soon as he moves, he instantly cuts out a move [Dream of Remnant Light].

On the other side... Hei Tie Zhen Jie drew his sword, but he remained motionless. The "unparalleled" swordsman, facing the miraculous Iai technique in front of him, looked stern!

[Fatigue], [Tiger Piercing], two moves in an instant, the latter is the first to arrive.

Ping——

The two swords crossed and the wind and sand were raised, and the two shadows crossed and the blood mist rose.

Victory or defeat, life or death, all came to an end in these three moves and one breath... A result was achieved.

After a moment, a breeze blew past, and the murderous aura dissipated.

Blood gushed out of Tachibana Ukyo's left lung, because there was a hole there.

Blood also sprayed out of Hei Tie Zhen Jie's chest, because there was a cut mark there.

The two swordsmen fell at the same time.

"The martial arts performance is over." The voice of the bronze lion statue sounded, "The losers are Kurotsuchi Jinsuke and Tachibana Ukyo."

In the past few days, there are not many people who have fought to the point of both being injured or even dying together in the ring, but there are still some...

Unfortunately... there is no such thing as a "tie" in this martial arts competition. If both lose consciousness at the end of the fight, they will both be judged as losers.

"Next match..." This time, the statue announced directly before the two left the ring, "From... a mad dragon laughed, to... madness." (To be continued...)