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Yang Chen looked at Miura Shinichiro’s bewildered expression, sneering sarcastically, "Is this what you call the heritage of Ittoryu?"

"You! How did you..." Miura Shinichiro felt disbelief.

Because all along, no one had ever been able to see his sword! Even his master couldn’t later tell whether he was using one sword or two.

But now, Yang Chen had completely exposed it.

This situation caught him off guard.

"What’s wrong? Are you finding it hard to accept that these tricks have been exposed? Or is this the so-called heritage of your Ittoryu?" Yang Chen mocked coldly.

"You... Get lost!" Miura Shinichiro, enraged and embarrassed, furiously confronted Yang Chen.

Yang Chen lightly leaped aside and shouted to the people outside, "Do you see this? Is this your so-called martial arts? To me, it’s no different from playing dirty! I don’t know if your so-called Samurai Way is about honorable samurai or warriors hiding in the dark. I’ve just realized I don’t understand the culture of your Beihai Country at all!"

This statement made the faces of those outside burn with shame.

They didn’t expect such a situation to arise.

The Sect Leader they had admired from Ittoryu, the famous Miura Shinichiro, turned out to use such methods!

This was utterly unspeakable. If they didn’t know, or hadn’t seen it, perhaps they could ignore their conscience, and after winning against Yang Chen, they could even celebrate.

But now, the truth was laid bare before them.

To deny it would be an insult to martial arts.

In their hearts, they wanted to deny it, but with so many people watching, if they did, wouldn’t they be attacked by others?

Thus, they could only grit their teeth and turn on Miura Shinichiro.

"Miura Shinichiro! You cheated us! You’re unworthy of being a samurai!"

"Damn it! We were deceived by you!"

"Damn Ittoryu, holding onto a top-tier school’s reputation, is simply an insult!"

"Ittoryu! Get out of Rejing City!"

"Miura Shinichiro, get out of the Samurai Realm!"

"You’re unworthy of wielding a samurai sword!"

"Get out!"

"Get out!"

...

Yang Chen looked on, sneering endlessly.

Miura Shinichiro trembled with anger.

The disciples of Ittoryu were also furious, pointing at those outside, cursing fiercely.

Some even shouted the classic line, "If you think you can do better, then step up!"

"Without us Ittoryu, without our master, you’d have no right to stand here!"

"It’s us from Ittoryu who withstand all the pressure! Who are you to criticize us?"

"If not for us holding the pressure, you people would stay as cowards!"

...

People outside were also cursing back fiercely.

"Go to hell! Even if we die, we’ll never acknowledge you!"

"Without you, plenty of other samurais wouldn’t need you to take the lead!"

"Damn frauds! Bastards! So shameless to keep using such methods, it’s a disgrace to the Samurai Realm!"

...

Both sides launched into a war of words.

Yang Chen watched the farce with a smile, finding it amusing.

Imano Genso’s face was also clouded.

He hadn’t expected things to escalate to such a level.

Initially, he still had a sliver of hope for the Beihai Country’s samurai community, but now it seemed there was no cure!

Pathetic!

Utterly pathetic!

Imano Genso shook his head slightly, feeling these people were beyond saving.

Yang Chen looked at the trembling Miura Shinichiro and asked, "What, still want to fight? Why not just admit defeat?"

"Impossible!" Miura Shinichiro shouted.

He directly revealed his dual swords.

Miura Shinichiro stared at Yang Chen in a deep voice, "I, Miura Shinichiro, have never been defeated in my life, and it won’t happen now! Even if I’m expelled from the Samurai Realm, today, I will still fight you! Even if it means my death! I, Miura Shinichiro, can never fail! Never in this lifetime!"

After saying this, Miura Shinichiro swung his dual swords at Yang Chen.

Seeing this scene, everyone couldn’t help but fall silent.

They understood the battle had begun, and there was no reason to stop now.

Though they looked down on Ittoryu and Miura Shinichiro, the fight had to continue.

Clang clang clang!

The dagger and samurai sword clashed, ringing with a tinkling sound.

Yang Chen smiled slightly, his dagger gradually mirroring Miura Shinichiro’s moves.

"Impossible! This is impossible!" Miura Shinichiro’s expression changed dramatically, wildly brandishing his dual swords, increasingly faster, reaching his limit.

He couldn’t believe Yang Chen could mimic his moves.

This should have been his exclusive skill.

Not only him, but even the Ittoryu members found it unbelievable.

Because they were Ittoryu themselves, their heritage, fast enough, was beyond imitation, even those within the sect who knew the moves, could not mimic!

But Yang Chen did it!

They found it incredible, and it severely impacted their confidence.

The outsiders stared wide-eyed.

Although earlier Miura Shinichiro used methods they utterly despised, now with dual swords, swift and fierce, they considered themselves helpless to stop it.

Yet Yang Chen could mimic it.

This filled them with deep fear.

Clang clang clang!

Sparks flew.

"Impossible! This can’t be!" Miura Shinichiro shouted madly.

With all his strength exerted, he gradually began to tire, falling into a disadvantage.

Seeing this, Yang Chen stopped toying around, directly flashing both hands!

Clang!

Miura Shinichiro felt an irresistible force from the dual swords, stumbling back, barely able to stand.

His dual swords slipped from his grasp, flying out.

Crash!

The two swords fell to the ground.

Yang Chen’s figure flashed.

The dagger in his hand swiftly moved.

Splatter splatter!

Blood splattered.

Yang Chen’s figure appeared behind Miura Shinichiro, casually swinging his dagger, flicking the blood to the ground.

Then, he looked at the two swords, picked them up, and tossed them to Imano Genso, "Take these, they’re my spoils."

Imano Genso hesitated a moment but picked up the swords.

After all this, Miura Shinichiro’s face showed disbelief as his expression gradually became pained and twisted.

Thud!

Miura Shinichiro fell to the ground.

Blood seeped from his hands and feet.

"Master!"

"Sect Leader!"

The Ittoryu members surged up frantically.

They surrounded Miura Shinichiro, checking his body.

They found that Miura Shinichiro’s tendons in his hands and feet had all been severed by Yang Chen.

This meant that Miura Shinichiro would be a cripple for life!

"Master!"

"Sect Leader!"

The Ittoryu members shouted in sorrow.

They couldn’t believe it was true.

Miura Shinichiro tried to move his body, but found it uncontrollable, and shouted madly, "No! This can’t be!"

The outsiders, seeing this scene, knowing Miura Shinichiro had lost, saw no reason to stay and began to leave.