Lu Mingfei, who had read Dragon Clan before slaying the dragon

The girls in the Japanese-style room exchanged bewilderment. They all knew Sakurano's background. While she was considered a leader in swordsmanship among them, even in previous training sessions, she had never been a match for the master. So, when had she suddenly become so skilled as to rival him? And how could this girl, who was usually quiet and noncompetitive, suddenly become so... fierce and aggressive?

Inuyama He's brows knitted into a deep frown. He stared intently at Sakurano's back, feeling that his goddaughter had suddenly become strange for no apparent reason...

Suddenly he narrowed his eyes and focused his gaze on Sakurano's sword. Sakurano's original sword was the Bizen Osafune Kanemitsu, a luxurious and magnificent ancient sword with a black scabbard and handle. Its biggest feature was that it was more than three feet long, which was an extremely rare length among Japanese long swords.

But the sword in Sakurano's hand at this time was only more than 70 centimeters long at most, and the curvature of the blade and the shape of the hilt were obviously different from those of Bizen Osafune Kanemitsu. The sword was held by Sakurano and moved too fast, and the naked eye could only see a blurry afterimage. But Inuyama He felt for no reason that the sword gave him a sense of déjà vu, as if he had seen it somewhere more than once, as if it was buried deep in his memory.

Ange looked at Sakurano who was rushing towards him, and for the first time, he showed a serious look. He twisted his shoulders and neck, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he whispered, "Interesting."

Sakurano's long sword collided with Ange's Ichimonji Norimune, pulling out a long string of dense sparks. The friction sound was as loud as thunder. Ange actually retreated in this collision, which was rare.

As Ange retreated, Sakurano jumped high and swung her sword for the second time in mid-air!

The long sword was raised above his head, and the blade drew a huge arc, like a full moon falling from the sky, slashing vertically, with the blade pointing directly at Angers' water moon.

Hongxue Sawamonji was also lifted up by Angé, and the two swords crossed to block the air.

Sakurano slashed down with her long sword and a downward momentum. With the second slash, Angé was shocked by the huge force and retreated to the corridor.

However, the pale blade light followed like a shadow, like a haunting ghost. Sakurano quickly raised the long sword and then dropped it quickly, only half a foot away from Ange's head. It was completed in the blink of an eye, giving the opponent no chance to breathe. The third slash made Ange retreat again, with his waist against the wooden railing.

After the fourth slash, Ange swung his sword and stepped back. The green bamboo beside him was cut into small pieces by the lightning-fast blades of the two men, and fell in the air. This time, Ange's retreat broke the railing and he fell from the third floor.

Not willing to be outdone, Sakurano took advantage of the opportunity and jumped down from the third floor.

Everyone ran to the railing on the third floor and looked down, only Inuyama He stayed there and lit a pipe.

Ange and Sakurano appeared in the center of the first floor, still maintaining the posture of Sakurano slashing forward and Ange blocking and retreating. In the eyes of ordinary people, their movements almost broke through the earth's gravity.

Although Ange was an old man, he was like a wandering ghost. He retreated while swinging his sword, lightly and freely. Sometimes he swung Ichimonji, sometimes he swung Koyuki Samamonji, and sometimes he swung both swords together. Every swing would collide with Sakurano's long sword, creating a dazzling flash of fire.

Sakurano, a girl, attacked like a giant bear. Every time Ange blocked her sword, she would swiftly follow up with another one without mercy... If Caesar and Chu Zihang were here, they would find that they were quite familiar with Sakurano's swordsmanship, which was very similar to the sword moves Chu Zihang had used on Caesar on Free Day, the thirteen consecutive cuts.

The gold powder in the center of the dance floor was swept up by Ange and Sakurano, falling like rain. The precious silk and ribbons were all shattered as if they were put into a wringer. The two figures moved while fighting, but were surprisingly coordinated, as if they were dancing a gorgeous wild waltz together.

Ange was forced back to the wall and broke open the door of a Japanese-style room. Sakurano also forced his way in with a knife, and the two disappeared from everyone's sight.

Miyamoto Shio and Ryoma Genichirō looked at each other, and finally they both turned their heads to look at Inuyama He. Judging from their expressions, they were probably frightened by Inuyama He's brave goddaughter and were so shocked that they were speechless.

Inuyama He was alone, holding his pipe and exhaling clouds of smoke. No one could see the expression on the face of the master of Tamamonomae.

In the Japanese-style room on the first floor, Sakurano raised the hilt of Kanze Masamune's sword above her head, shouted loudly, leaped high into the air and pounced forward, like a lion descending from the sky with a sword in hand.

Show the flow, cut off the robe!

The "Lion Manifestation" in the Satsuma Manifestation School!

The long sword seemed to carry a rainbow from the sky and fell heavily on Ange's head. This sword actually produced a cloud-shining effect. The speed was so fast that it was difficult to capture with the naked eye, like a lightning flashing through the clouds in the surging thunder.

Chapter 264: Lu Mingfei Breaks Through His Limits

The sword of the Manifestation Style that stirred up the clouds passed through the narrow Japanese-style room like a hurricane, and like the roar of a lion, the air was violently torn apart by the blade, and the diamond blade made a sound like thunder.

Facing Sakurano's nearly unstoppable blade, Ange's eyes grew more serious than ever. He stood still, his arms and shoulder blades flexing in exaggerated arcs. Having maintained a defensive stance throughout, he finally revealed his aggressive stance for the first time. Like a thunderbolt, he slashed at the center of the oncoming blade.

The moment the two famous swords collided, the entire Japanese-style room was shaking. The huge explosion was like a powerful bomb being detonated. The clear sound of swords clashing resounded throughout Tamamonomae. The sound not only filled the entire Japanese-style room, but even reached the ears of people on the third floor. Everyone could feel their eardrums trembling from the loud noise.

"Master Inuyama, if things continue like this, they may become irreversible!" Miyamoto Shio looked at the indifferent Inuyama He and reminded him in a deep voice.

"Master Inuyama, when did a woman like this who can compete with the principal appear under your command?" Ryoma Genichirō couldn't help but ask.

Inuyama He just smoked his pipe quietly, as if thinking about something, and ignored the questions of the two family heads.

Competing on equal terms?

How ridiculous!

Of course Inuyama He could tell that the man was not Sakurano. Whether it was the sword or the swordsmanship, the gap between Sakurano and that man was too huge. But the reason why he was not nervous was that no matter who the man was, what his purpose was, or how superb his swordsmanship was, he could never be Ange's opponent.

The title of the strongest in the world is no joke. After three years of defeat and sixty years of humiliation, Inuyama He knows better than anyone what kind of powerful strength and mysterious words that man possesses. Does the guy who can defeat that man really exist in this world... Inuyama He thought quietly in the smoke.

In the Japanese-style room on the first floor, Sakurano's long sword was shaken away, and he retreated uncontrollably until his heels hit the wall of the room, taking a total of four steps back.

He lowered his head and bared his teeth quietly, twisting his wrist which was numb from the shock, and secretly thought that the principal was still as good as ever and his strength was really extraordinary.

And Ange's Ichimonji Norimune was also knocked aside, and his body moved half a body length back. Although he still had some strength left, he also knew that the opponent was not using his full strength either. It seemed that he was at a disadvantage after one move, but he did not cause any substantial damage to the opponent. That guy was ready to fight again at any time.

Ange raised his head and looked at Sakurano by the wall, smiling slightly, his eyes full of admiration. After a brief but intense confrontation, he probably had confirmed the other party's identity. This "girl" was obviously not from the Snake Eight Clan. Inuyama He could not have such talent to raise such an outstanding child.

But Ange was not in a hurry to expose the other party. On the one hand, he also wanted to see what kind of ideas were in this kid's mind. On the other hand, he also admitted that he was a biased teacher and he would never hesitate to give exceptions to outstanding students.

This kid probably got some insights from watching him and Inuyama He sparring, and he's itching to try his hand at it. Angé didn't mind being his kendo guide for a while, practicing with him. After all, teaching and educating people is the duty of teaching and raising a family.

Suddenly, Sakurano put the black scabbard aside and inserted the long sword in her hand into the floor. She half-knelt on the ground, her dragon spine opened wide, and the center of gravity of her entire body was lowered to an incredible level.

It was a very strange and unnatural angle. It looked like Sakurano was almost lying on the ground. This was not a posture a girl could do because the edge of her skirt had been lifted up by the waistline. If you look at it from the side or back, you can clearly see that she is exposing a lot of her underwear.

To Ange's surprise, there was a short knife tied under Sakurano's skirt at the root of her thigh. She slowly pulled it out in a half-kneeling position and held it in her left hand.

"Only a woman would subconsciously hide a knife in that place." Ange looked at Sakurano with a strange look in his eyes, half-smiled, and muttered in a voice only he could hear, "If this guy didn't plan this in advance, then he probably has a lot of experience in cross-dressing."

"I didn't expect that our 'S' class would like this. It seems that I have to clean up the atmosphere in the academy after returning." Ange murmured in a low voice, while raising his sword and posing a rare posture of serious defense against the enemy.

Sakurano's heels suddenly stomped heavily on the corner of the wall behind her, and she rushed forward like a swift cheetah, maintaining a strange posture with her center of gravity low. While charging, she used her right hand to pull out the long sword stuck in the floor. Her movements were as smooth as taking a floating branch out of the water.

Two days in a row!

It was the same Niten-ryū sword technique! Sakurano actually used a sword technique that was almost unrealistic in Japanese history!

Sakurano swooped down to Ange's feet, and her figure suddenly rose. This was a sword move that was an act of rebellion, attacking from an extremely tricky angle, directly targeting Ange's Suigetsu.

The long sword followed the short sword, and both swords drew beautiful and perfect arcs in the air, like two closely connected blue moons rising into the sky. The bright sword light was dazzling, as if to light up the entire Japanese-style room. The sharp blades cut through the air, making sonic booms.

A faint golden light flashed in Ange's golden eyes. His figure did not move, but his two swords disappeared out of thin air, and then appeared out of thin air in the path that Sakurano's two swords must pass, as if teleporting.

The four swords crossed, and the blades made a momentary buzzing sound, and then they swung away instantly after contact like a dragonfly touching the water. It seemed that there was almost no force, but only the two people holding the swords knew that the huge force of their blades colliding this time could almost crush an ordinary person.

After the two swords were shaken away, Sakurano quickly followed with a short sword in hand, attacking without any gaps. Ange's action was exactly the same. After the short sword disappeared like a ghost, he steadily caught Sakurano's short sword.

After the short sword was knocked away, Sakurano quickly followed up with the long sword. After the long sword was blocked, she chopped it up with the short sword again, and so on, her hands swinging non-stop.

Gradually, his arms and sword seemed to have turned into phantoms. He had neither the words of "time zero" nor "instant". This was the extreme speed he achieved with his pure body, which had far exceeded the limits of ordinary human bodies. His golden eyes were shining and his pupils were spinning rapidly.

This means that he is looking for Ange's flaws during the attack. Two-sword style, especially Niten Ichiryu, relies most on eyesight. This is one of the reasons why Niten Ichiryu is called the Sword of Imagination. One must have excellent eyesight to capture the opponent's blocking route and then adjust one's own offensive posture. It is difficult for ordinary people to develop eyesight that can keep up with this extreme speed, so there is an important saying recorded in Miyamoto Musashi's notes.

"Niten Ichiryu, first practice Eagle Eyes, then practice Slashing Techniques."

The sword light was getting faster and faster, and the sound of the sharp blade cutting through the air accumulated layer by layer, sounding like a wild tide reaching the sky and the blue sky. Tangzhu, Kasaya Slash, Reverse Kasaya Slash, Left Horizontal Cut, Right Horizontal Cut, Left Cut Up, Right Cut Up, Against the Wind, Stab... In a short moment, the nine cutting methods in Japanese swordsmanship were deployed together. Sakurano's two swords seemed to transform into thousands of sharp lights and shadows, and the sword light filled every gap in Ange's body.

The pale flashes of swords and sabers filled the entire Japanese-style room. The blades kept colliding, and the sound of them cutting through the air was like the superposition of thousands of bees. Sakurano's long hair was scattered in the wind, flying wantonly, like an ink pen drawing unbridled marks of anger on pale rice paper.

Ange wielded his ghostly sword skills as usual, and every time Sakurano attacked, he was able to stop his blade just an inch in front of him, as if it were an absolutely "unbreakable" defense.

Sakurano seemed to have swung the sword to her head, and her whole body was immersed in an offensive posture. She could no longer see anything in her sight, only the enemy in front of her, the sword light, and the sword shadow... The thoughts in her mind could no longer keep up with the speed of her actions. Her arms swung unconsciously again and again, like a wild beast returning to its instincts, revealing its bloodthirsty fangs.

No student in Kassel Academy has ever wielded such an ultimate sword, nor has there ever been such a violent and pure sword intent. A satisfied smile appeared on the corner of Ange's mouth... Enough, this short sword fight should end here.

Ange twisted the handles of Ichimonji Norimune and Koyuki Sahmonji at the same time, crossing the two swords and swinging them out with bursts of sonic booms.

A gap was created in Sakurano's crazy and perfect attack. Her body flew backwards uncontrollably and hit the wall with a loud bang. The two swords, one long and one short, flipped several times in the air before the blades were completely stuck in the floor.

Sakurano struggled to get up from the corner, enduring the severe pain in her body and standing up straight. Her long flowing wig shattered into pieces and fell to the ground, revealing her true appearance.

"The principal is indeed worthy of being the principal." Lu Mingfei wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and smiled. "I've tried my best, but I still can't break your defense. A bug-level word spirit like 'Time Zero' is really frustrating."

"You're using Word Spirits against your own students. You're worthy of being an S-rank, aren't you?" Ange smiled with great satisfaction. "And who said you didn't break my defense at all?"

Ange untied the silk scarf from his collar. The dark brown scarf, untied and broken in two, pointed to his neck and spoke with the encouragement of a mentor: "Your last strike almost grazed my throat. Were you inspired by A-ha's strike? Very good. With such strength, you can definitely stand on your own."

"You're too kind, Principal." Lu Mingfei shook his head slightly. "You haven't used your Time Zero to its full potential. If you had taken it seriously, you would have interrupted my attack from the start. I wouldn't have even had a chance to land that blow."

"If I have to give my all to my students, then I, as the principal, will look really embarrassed, won't I?" Ange smiled. "How are Caesar and Chu Zihang?"

"Everything is fine. They should be intoxicated by their elder sister's gentle embrace right now." Lu Mingfei scratched his head.

"You're truly young, your energy is truly incomparable to that of the elderly. Experiencing the world while you're young is a good thing, but remember to exercise moderation." Ange jokingly reminded, then turned serious. "You deliberately sneaked into Tamamo-no-Mae. Is there something you want to tell me? Are you worried about my duel with Aga?"

"I'm not worried about that. I'm mainly here to remind the principal that the Inuyama family leader is not actually our enemy. Please try to hold back on the Inuyama family leader." Lu Mingfei said in a serious tone, "The real killer is hiding in the shadows of Tamamonomae. He will attack you and the Inuyama family leader when you are exhausted. With four heavy machine guns and Time Zero, the principal may survive, but the Inuyama family leader defeated by you..."

"You mean, someone wants to assassinate me while I'm fighting with Ahe, and might end up killing Ahe?" Ange frowned slightly.

Lu Mingfei nodded slowly.

"Is it someone from the Ghost Clan?" asked Ange.

Lu Mingfei pondered for a moment and whispered, "It has nothing to do with the Menggui Clan. Principal, you should know that the Eight Snake Families are not harmonious with each other. Someone is playing a big game behind the scenes, and the Inuyama Clan Master is just a pawn being sacrificed."

"I think I understand what you're saying." Ange nodded. "How do you want to resolve this matter? Should we go get rid of the rat hiding in the shadows now?"

"This only saves the Inuyama family head once. It's better to let people save themselves than to save them." Lu Mingfei said, "I have a better way."

"Oh?" Ange looked at Lu Mingfei with interest.

Lu Mingfei picked up the long wig and put it on his head. He leaned close to Ange's ear and whispered something. Ange listened and nodded in agreement.

Finished.

"Then Principal, shall we continue the unfinished battle?" Lu Mingfei had just finished speaking when he suddenly attacked, swung the Guanshi Zhengzong behind him and slashed at Ange's face without mercy.

"You bastard." Angé waved his knife helplessly to block Lu Mingfei's blade.

"When it comes to acting, it has to be realistic, right, principal?" After being shocked away by Ange, Lu Mingfei smiled and slashed forward.

"Really?" A faint smile appeared on Ange's face. "Since Mingfei has asked for this... then I won't be polite."

……

On the third floor, Miyamoto Shio and Ryoma Genichirō were extremely anxious, Inuyama Kaoru pretended to be deaf and dumb, and after Sakurano and Ange entered the Japanese-style room on the first floor, there was a sudden burst of violent sword clashing sounds, and after a violent shock, it suddenly returned to silence. No one knew what was happening on the first floor.

Just when Miyamoto Shio couldn't help wanting to go downstairs to check the situation, there was a loud explosion in the Japanese-style room on the first floor. A figure broke through the wall of the room and flew across the field... Sakurano rolled several times on the dancers on the ground and then "fainted" in the field, without any movement.

Ange held the Red Snow Samamonji in his left hand and carried Ichimonji Norimune on his shoulder with his right hand, and slowly walked out of the Japanese-style room.

"Principal, I haven't seen you for many years, but you are still so invincible." Inuyama He finally moved, slowly stood up from the Japanese-style room on the third floor, and looked down at Angers on the first floor.

"Aha, are you finally serious? Sixty years have passed, and you still haven't made any progress." Ange smiled, "Do you still have to hide behind a woman to have the confidence to talk to the teacher?"

Chapter 265: Eighth Level Moment, Speedy Youth

Inuyama He had been aroused to anger too many times that day, more than in the past sixty years combined, because the man he hated most came to Japan today and was standing right in front of him.

But when he really faced Ange, Inuyama He found that he was suddenly not so angry. He looked quietly at the man whom he regarded as his greatest enemy in his life. Facing the other party's sarcastic insults and harsh ridicule, his face remained as calm as water.

Inuyama He shook the ashes from his pipe and casually placed it on the thigh of one of his goddaughters. When Ange first arrived, he acted like an old gangster and talked to him. When Ange was fighting with the singers, dancers and his goddaughters, he had been forcing himself not to take action. Now he finally stood up with a serious expression and the dignity of a gangster lord.

He sat high up in the hall and watched the battle quietly, not because he wanted his subordinates to consume Ange first. He knew better than anyone that even his most well-trained goddaughters could not pose any threat to Ange. He sent these children to besiege Ange just to give Ange a warm-up... except for the unexpected "Sakurano".

Of course, he was not afraid of Ange and did not dare to move forward, but he had been waiting for this day for too long... the day to defeat this man.

The past sixty years flashed back in his mind again and again, along with the humiliation and unwillingness. Not a day went by that he did not look forward to this moment.

By the time Ange finished warming up, he had adjusted his condition to its peak and was no longer angry at Ange's sarcasm. The real duel was about to begin.

Inuyama He walked down the spiral staircase, taking off the black haori draped over his shoulders as he walked, revealing a large tattoo on his back.

A warrior holding a black knife stood in front of a huge skeleton, with black flames emitting from the skeleton's empty eye sockets. The skeleton's towering body was covered with bone spikes, and its palms were raised above its head, covering the sky and the sun. It was the ferocious Yama from the deepest part of hell. The warrior with his upper body exposed was not afraid at all. He swung the black knife at Yama, and the black clouds that filled the sky were cut in half, and the sky was split open.

"The Picture of Fighting Yanma" is a painting with a status second only to that of the patriarch in the Japanese underworld. Only the contemporary swordsman is qualified to have this painting on his back.

"Principal, is your 'Time Zero' still in peak condition?" Inuyama He asked seriously.

"Haha, didn't I teach you that? Why do you still place so much importance on Word Spirit?" Ange frowned slightly. "You sound so confident. Do you think your Momentum has improved significantly?"

"Principal, have you ever heard the old saying in Japan that people can always unleash endless potential when they are in desperate situations?" Inuyama He whispered.

"When you were little, you always liked to say that the Inuyama family was facing a desperate situation and that you were bound to lead the family to rise again. Now you're so old, but you still feel that you're facing a desperate situation." Ange smiled. "Aha, your desperate situation has lasted for a long time, for more than 60 years. What kind of person would feel that they have lived in a desperate situation their entire life? Do you imagine yourself to be the 'thorn birds' in Colleen McCullough's book?"

Inuyama He stopped talking. He bent down and almost knelt on the floor, with his palms on the hilt of Onimaru Kunitsuna's sword at his waist. He lowered his head as if meditating on something... It was exactly the same posture as Lu Mingfei's attack just now.

No one spoke again. The crowd watching on the third floor even held their breath. The entire Tamamonomae was silent. Even Miyamoto Shio and Ryoma Genichirō, who were feeling uneasy, did not speak out to stop it, because everyone knew that no one could stop this battle. So everyone remained silent, maintaining their respect for the decisive battle between the two sword masters.

The two old men in the field are probably the ones who are most familiar with each other. During the three years that Angers stayed in Japan, Inuyama He has always served as his sparring partner.

As for Inuyama He, the shame of the thousand defeats Ange inflicted on him has never been forgotten, and has been engraved in his heart for a full sixty-two years... Inuyama He has been the enemy of Ange in his mind for sixty-two years, drawing his sword ten thousand times and slashing ten thousand times every day... until he cut off the bleak past, and what is hidden in his scabbard is his lifelong wish.

Such a vision seems ridiculous to ordinary people, because Ange, who possesses "Time Zero", is recognized as invincible in the world of mixed-bloods. "Time Zero" is a paradox below the high-risk Word Spirit, and it is unsolvable. This Word Spirit can take effect unconditionally on any enemy.

Imagine practicing a single sword swing thousands of times, until you can practically grasp the cracks in time and deliver a lightning-fast strike in 0.1 seconds... But what if that 0.1 second were slowed down twenty times? Or even fifty times? A deadly killing move would seem as childish as a child's play to the possessor of "Time Zero."

If there is only one word in this world that can counteract "time zero", it is "moment".

The effect of "Word Spirit·Moment" is to increase the movement speed of the possessor, and this effect is multiplied.

A hybrid who had just awakened could increase their activation speed to twice their original speed. At the second stage, it quadrupled, the third stage eight times faster… the sixth stage sixty-four times faster, the seventh stage one hundred and twenty-eight times faster! Each step forward was a qualitative leap, and the difficulty increased exponentially.