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Chapter 162 Shiraishi Nagimitsu's Attack

Ibaraki Prefecture.

Tsukahara Kensei Manor.

Ever since the swordsman Tsukahara Ichiyo, Tsukahara Morihi, and Tsukahara Shigeki, father and son, all died in the arena.

The reputation of the Tsukahara family plummeted. Fewer people came and went, and even many business contracts were cancelled without even asking for the deposit, preferring instead to terminate the contract.

But fortunately, the Tsukahara Sword Saint clan has been passed down for hundreds of years, has a large family and a large business, and has enough direct relatives, so it will not fall like this.

The only remaining elder in the family, Tsukahara Tadakatsu, was kneeling in front of the lobby.

"Everyone, the Tsukahara family has reached its most difficult time. The head of the family died at the hands of Zhang Benhe. Tsukahara Morihi and Tsukahara Shigeki have also passed away. But the Tsukahara family has not fallen yet, and it cannot fall, because there are still all of you sitting here. I hope that everyone..."

Before Tsukahara Tadakatsu could finish his words, a young man ran in in a panic.

"No, it's bad! Someone is challenging our Tsukahara family to a fight to the death in the arena!"

"Who?"

"idiot."

"Who is so bold?"

The entire Tsukahara family immediately started talking about it.

"A woman named Kamiki Rei. She was the one who killed Master Tsukahara Morihi."

"Challenging our clan? A fight to the death? Ha! You're so bold!" Tsukahara Tadakatsu sneered and said, "This is the time for our Tsukahara clan to re-establish its prestige. Come on, everyone! Whoever kills her will become the clan elder, regardless of family honors or seniority!"

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All of Tokyo.

All churches, shrines, and registered religious places are holding internal meetings.

The devout believers have all received oracles from their respective gods, and the number of incense burners has decreased a lot recently.

This has caused great trouble to the believers. The number of pilgrims has not decreased, so why is this happening?

Fang Zuo was lying on a chair with his legs crossed.

Playing with a wisp of incense in his hand.

I accompanied Momonogi Kana to many places in her memory in one night.

Everything evolved from incense.

Real, extremely real.

Although these religions are generally weak, their use of incense is far superior to that of monks in the spiritual power system.

Fang Zuo threw a grape into his mouth.

There was a pile of cut and washed fruits next to it, which were brought by Fei Guangli again.

This beautiful woman seems to be getting bolder and bolder.

The time spent here is getting longer and longer.

It can be seen that if her body had not recovered from Fang Zuo's torture, she would have to practice yoga in the office.

Suddenly, a fist shot up into the sky from a distance. Zhang Benhe?

No, it's still relatively weak.

Fang Zuo looked at it carefully and seemed to smell the aura of a centuries-old sword spirit.

It seems that the shikigami is called something like Mikazuki Kinmune.

In short, it's a mess.

Didn’t I break up the sword spirit into Yin energy last time and then transfer it into Shenmuli’s body?

What? Is that little Shenmuli back?

Fang Zuo looked at the direction and it was indeed the direction of the arena.

Inside Tokyo Ariake Arena.

The audience cheered in unison, their expressions excited.

This ticket is really worth buying.

Not only did you get to watch the finals, but you also got to see the tyrannical Kanto swordmasters, the Tsukahara clan.

The Tsukahara Sword Saint clan initially still had some pride and were unwilling to engage in a group fight.

But when one tribesman after another was beaten like a sandbag, thrown into the air, and then fell heavily to the ground, their life or death unknown.

Finally, they couldn't hold back any longer and started moving forward in groups of three or four.

This caused a burst of ridicule from the audience.

But even so, he is still no match for Shenmuli.

Either death or serious injury.

Tsukahara Tadakatsu was angry and his face turned pale.

At this point, even if the girl was beaten to death, the family's reputation would plummet.

'Boom.'

Another elder of the Tsukahara family was knocked far away by a punch from Shenmu Li.

Landed next to Tsukahara Tadakatsu.

The punch left a huge dent in his chest.

The sternum was broken.

The bone pierced the lung lobe and blood foam kept coming out of his mouth. It was obvious that he would not live long.

Many children and elders of the Tsukahara family were lying scattered around.

They were all wailing and groaning.

The ground was covered with blood and exposed organs.

a mess.

No Onmyoji medical staff came forward.

We agreed on a fight to the death, a death agreement.

No treatment is allowed until the end

There were also Onmyoji who had a good relationship with the Tsukahara family and were so blind as to want to step forward to treat them.

Zhang Ben and Yaoyao punched him into a bloody mess.

"This is my place, and my rules. If anyone disagrees, just move and give it a try." Zhang Benhe said coldly.

Looking at the small figure in the distance.

Standing stubbornly in the middle of the field.

My head was covered with tiny beads of sweat, which kept seeping out of my skin, then gathered into streams and fell into my T-shirt.

The originally delicate face was now covered with sweat stains.

Her long black hair was soaked and stuck tightly to her forehead.

"Who else?" Shen Muli said in a soft voice.

The girl's clear and charming voice, delicate face, and the Shura-like scene at the moment made everyone in the audience feel conflicted and confused.

However, Shen Muli felt extremely happy as she watched these murderers writhing in pain in front of her.

She had no idea what fatigue was. Her adrenaline was rising rapidly, and her endless fighting spirit never stopped for a moment.

His arms were trembling slightly from exhaustion and hung down at both sides of his body.

At this moment, Tsukahara Tadakatsu's heart was numb, and all he could hear was the wailing of his own son.

There are few people left standing.

It’s over.

The centuries-long reputation of the Tsukahara Kensei family was ruined.

Dozens of people, including several family elders, were crippled by a little woman.

Whether he can survive is still unknown.

How can she be so strong at her age?

Tsukahara Tadakatsu walked off the stage, his face grim and his whole body shaking with anger.

If I had known this would happen, I wouldn't have cared about the spectators on the field, and I wouldn't have cared about the family's reputation.

At the beginning, he and several family elders joined forces to besiege her.

Even if it can't be eliminated, it won't be to this extent.

It's not like now, where every time she thinks she can't hold on any longer, but the next moment, another member of the tribe falls.

The whole family fell like dominoes, one after another.

Suddenly, an idea flashed in Tsukahara Tadakatsu's mind.

This girl, perhaps understanding that as a large family, reputation is more important, chose this place as the venue for a fight to the death.

This damn woman.

"Very well, Kamiki Rei, you single-handedly destroyed our entire Tsukahara family, but was it worth it? Your life will also be lost here."

"You're still so young, so beautiful, and have so much to enjoy in life. Is it worth it?"

Tsukahara Tadakatsu slowly drew his katana: "That's it. You can't even lift your arms now."

Shen Muli smiled contemptuously, gritted her teeth, struggled to raise her arms and made a fist gesture.

"Die." Tsukahara Tadakatsu drew an arc with his samurai sword, and a flash of blade light slashed towards Kamiki Rei rapidly.

Shen Muli looked at the approaching knife light and tried to struggle to dodge it, but found that she was too weak to move.

I can only close my eyes and wait for this moment to come.

Zhang Benhe's eyes narrowed and he was about to take action.

A huge golden palm print fell from the sky.

Tsukahara Tadakatsu looked at the palm print that suddenly appeared in fear. No matter how he tried to mobilize his spiritual power, his whole body could not move at all.

Everything went dark before my eyes and I lost consciousness.

The audience in the field only felt that endless spiritual pressure was approaching in an instant, making them breathless.

Then Tsukahara Tadakatsu disappeared without a trace, as if this person did not exist in the world.

Then, in the corner where the Tsukahara family was, all the living, dead, and half-dead people who were still groaning were all crushed into bloody mud by the invisible force and flowed out.

The next moment, Shen Mu Li also disappeared from the spot.

It's him.

The mysterious man appeared again.

There was an uproar in the audience.

This competition has brought enough shocks.

First came the champion, Kamiki Rei, a country girl from Omihachiman, who won the championship with three punches and two kicks.

Then one person almost took on the entire Tsukahara Sword Saint clan.

At the end, a mysterious man appeared and crushed all the remaining people in Tsukahara into bloody mud.

Shen Muli disappears.

A sword master family that has been passed down for hundreds of years is finished just like that.

Someone in the audience noticed that several veteran Onmyoji families quickly disappeared from the stands and left the arena the moment Tsukahara Tadakatsu died.