Starting from the pirates, pushing the world.

Chapter 2297 God and Sword Saint VS Atomic Samurai!

Lan.

His full name is Roronoa Arashi, he is 31 years old this year, and he is also Zoro's father.

In the original timeline.

He should have died this year in a battle against the pirates of the East Blue.

Eight-year-old Zoro sought out Kozaburo Shimotsuki's dojo to learn swordsmanship.

But now almost everyone's fate has been changed because of Im.

Not only did Arashi not die, but he also moved to Wajima Island with his wife and children, and is now honing his swordsmanship at the Gotosai.

Unfortunately, due to a lack of talent, he has been unable to reach the level of a great swordsman for a long time.

After all, if he were truly talented, he wouldn't have died at the hands of pirates in the East Blue.

One can only say that Zoro's talent is akin to a primal phenomenon.

"Give me that sun wheel."

Despite being young, the strongest of the three, Yami-hime, spoke up to identify her opponent.

Because she could sense that although the other person was old, his aura was much stronger than the other two.

"Where is Mr. Arashi?" Muichiro Tokito asked politely.

Roronoa Lan narrowed his eyes: "That bald guy, I think his name is Canmei."

"Ok."

Tokito Muichiro had no objections and readily agreed, since Ame-no-Seimei and Sanmei looked about the same anyway.

"Hey, since you're the juniors, we should be your opponents!"

He shouted angrily as the rain poured down.

Zi Teng, whose face was scarred, pushed up her glasses and said in a deep voice, "Indeed, don't underestimate us!"

"Your opponents are them."

Yoruhime's expression was cold, and she immediately ordered, "Sixth-rank swordsmen, step forward!"

【Swish swish swish swish swish swish————】

As soon as he finished speaking, six afterimages landed in the arena and stood in front of Yu Da, Spring Beard, and the others.

"Based on the intelligence we have, this is about your level."

"However, it seems that two people are missing, so Murata, Mizutani, go back."

The two looked resentful at Yami-hime's words.

One of them was Murata, a former member of the Demon Slayer Corps' Geng rank, nicknamed the 'strongest extra' and 'Road Pillar'!

The reason why I say that.

Because he is the only one with a name, and his story begins at Mount Natagumo and continues through the final battle at the Infinity Castle.

A minor character who fought alongside Tanjiro and others and ultimately survived.

This is consistent with his calm and composed personality and his analytical mind.

This is directly related to his superior swordsmanship compared to other Demon Slayer Corps members.

Of course, luck is also extremely important.

I never expected that Murata would actually reach the level of a sixth-dan swordsman under Mitsu-sai.

However, judging from Princess Yami's expression...

He and another Mizutani were the weakest of the six, so they had to lose this opportunity.

There was nothing they could do; Iai-an and Okamai Tachi weren't there, and Yomizukahara insisted on an equal number of people.

These actions have two meanings in the eyes of Rain, Wisteria, Spring Beard, and Samurai Drill.

First, the other party investigated them very thoroughly, even knowing about several of their true disciples.

Secondly, in the eyes of the other party, his strength was only at the so-called sixth-dan swordsman level.

And they have quite a few swordsmen of that caliber over there!
"Let's go."

"Sword masters and above, each find your own place; the rest may do as they please."

After saying that, Yomizukahara looked at Kamikaze and said, "Please."

"please."

Kamikaze bit the bamboo skewer and sneered.

The next second, the two figures swayed slightly and disappeared silently, leaving the illusions they left behind to vanish with the wind.

Yomihime, Hime, Roronoa Arashi, Remnant Plum, Tokito Muichiro, and Tensei each flew away, disappearing into different directions in the mountains and forests.

For a moment, only the elite disciples of both sides remained on the scene, and the atmosphere became increasingly oppressive and tense.

Until the samurai drill roared, "Go! Let them see the power of the Sword Saint Society!"

【boom----】

Before he could finish speaking, he crashed through a deafening sonic boom and charged at high speed toward a sixth-level swordsman, unleashing multiple bursts of sword light from his two specially made cone-shaped high-frequency vibrating blades.

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Although the latter was nameless and faceless, his reaction was without hesitation.

Seeing the samurai drill's twin swords vibrating abnormally, he immediately used Armament Haki to protect the blades.

He then unleashed a surging, fiery slash forward.

"Sunwheel Foxfire - Blazing Flame Vortex!"

A swirling vortex of fire, accompanied by sharp slashes, blocked the incoming blade head-on.

This is a perfect combination of the Nichirin Blade's Crimson Blade form, Foxfire Style, and Flame Breathing.

Moreover, it is a breathing technique at the true Dharma realm.

Although the existence of the Foxfire style allowed them to unleash true fire before.

But I'm still willing to learn true breathing techniques.

Because the Foxfire style only allows one to manipulate the fire element through mental power.

The True Breathing Technique, however, has the potential to absorb fire elements into the body to further enhance one's strength.

"what?"

"You're a superhuman!" Samurai Drill exclaimed in surprise.

"This is swordsmanship."

at the same time.

Spring Beard, Raindrop, and Wisteria have also engaged in battle with their respective opponents.

They then discovered that the other party could also control gales, flowing water, and lightning, and that their swordsmanship was quite superb.

The key was the flying sword energy, which they considered a waste of energy.

These swordsmen from the Imperial Swordsmanship Academy wielded their swords casually, seemingly unconcerned about the physical exertion involved.

In an instant.

Nearly a hundred people from both sides engaged in combat at various locations within the Sword Saint Association.

Intense and chaotic.

The shouts of battle were incessant, and the clanging of swords against swords rose and fell in waves.

Screams of the wounded rang out intermittently, and splattered blood blossomed in the sunlight.

The remaining dozens of swordsmen from the Imperial Swordsmanship Sect could only watch the battle silently with envy as they retreated to a distance.

"Should we treat those who are injured but whose lives can still be saved, even though the outcome of the battle has been decided?"

Murata suddenly spoke up and suggested to those around him, "We're all on the same side from now on."

Upon hearing this, the swordsmen looked at each other in bewilderment, and none of them responded.

But after Murata finished speaking, he immediately moved and rushed over to the side of a Sword Saint Society disciple who was lying on the ground.

He took out the bandages he carried with him and quickly bandaged the other person to stop the bleeding.

Then he took out a Purple Butterfly Pill and put it in his mouth.

His technique was quite professional; no wonder he came from the Demon Slayer Corps.
the other side.

Yomizukahara and Kamikaze had arrived at a relatively flat open space less than thirty meters from the summit.

"Where exactly are you hiding? Why have we never heard of your existence all these years?" Kamikaze couldn't help but ask.

"We'll talk about this after we've finished fighting. You'll know everything then."

Yomizukahara gripped the Yomi clan's legendary sword, 'Yomi,' tightly in his hand and answered calmly.

"After my granddaughter lost to you, she commented that my swordsmanship is inferior to yours in terms of precision and fluidity. I hope you won't disappoint me."

"Hmph, come on then!"

Kamikaze sneered, and his right hand, which was casually resting on the atomic cutter, suddenly gripped the hilt.

At the same time, Yomi Tsukahara drew his sword.

"Atomic Slash!"

"Kamiwa!"

In an instant.

Countless flashes of light and shadow erupted in the air between the two sides, which were nearly fifty meters apart.

White and black light trails crisscross each other.

The space in front of the two people was divided into blocks of varying sizes.

They fought each other fiercely, trying to cut each other apart and gain a greater advantage.

Yomizukahara didn't use Haki, and Kamikaze didn't use much either.

The first strike is a contest of pure swordsmanship and skill level.

Otherwise, this thousand-meter-high mountain would have already crumbled and collapsed.
"What a brilliant Atomic Samurai!"

Yomizukahara frowned slightly, his mood somewhat heavy. Although no one said anything, it was clear who was superior and who was inferior.

Kamikaze's atomic slashes were indeed more precise, and his strikes were more powerful.

Compared to the monastery master, the divine wind is stronger in spirit, while the former is stronger in gentleness.

So now it all comes down to who has the stronger overall capabilities!

A sharp, cold glint flashed in their eyes, and their auras soared to the heavens.

"Atomic Concentration Slash!"

"Night-viewing Rakshasa!"

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