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Chapter 72 72. I'm Scared to Say It

What happened in the front palace of Shangshe quickly spread to the surrounding area.

All the saber envoys who had nothing to do ran over to watch the "Chou Dou", and the small front palace and high platform were soon full of people.

Like Shimamura Eri, some of them recognized them as disciples of the Juggernaut pretending to be Furen's retainers.

"Five people besieging one person? Juggernaut disciples are really shameless!"

"No, didn't you listen to him, he challenged five people alone."

"The real sword competition is not an ordinary kill. Can he do it?"

Everyone was discussing, looking at Osamu Aizawa who was surrounded in the middle, sweating for him.

Enmity is a very legitimate name.

Although the United Association does not encourage this kind of behavior, in the eyes of Kyoto people who admire ancient customs, hatred is very romantic.

Moreover, they are doing things for a family, and they will not be severely punished afterwards.

"If you want to fight, you can fight, and you will change shifts later."

Osamu Aizawa crossed his hands and stood still, watching the five sword master disciples circle around him.

"Who did you study under?"

A person who looked like a senior brother asked.

When they accepted the commission, they heard that none of the sent ninjas survived.

That means that this Sword Master has good combat effectiveness against people.

Although claiming to be [-]v[-] is rather rampant, he also said from the side that he is very confident.

Moreover, from the outside, his posture seemed casual, but in fact his whole body was taut and there was no flaw.

Like a crouching tiger hiding its sharp claws, it is extremely oppressive.

If you step forward rashly, you will definitely be torn to pieces.

"Master, Soya Sword Saint." Osamu Aizawa said.

Sogu Juggernaut is very famous in the game, known as No.1 under the gods, one of the ceilings of human combat power.

Osamu Aizawa went to his dojo to challenge him every day in order to brush up his proficiency in sword skills.

His heart sword skill was learned from Sogu Sword Master.

"what?"

The five disciples stopped and looked at each other. The senior brother in the head asked with a serious face, "Are you really Master's disciple?"

The Juggernaut won't care about them pretending to be family servants.

But if disciples of the same sect killed each other, that would be a big problem.

"Of course it's fake."

Osamu Aizawa spread his hands: "How can I have the same master as you?"

He has never really worshiped a teacher.

"."

"Do you want to fight or not? You also want to learn from Miyamoto Musashi to delay time?"

At this time, a young man who couldn't hold back cut to Osamu Aizawa: "Yuya Nakamura, please advise!"

Osamu Aizawa flashed sideways, and then he heard a howl piercing the sky above the front palace.

The onlookers opened their eyes wide, looking at the severed hand that was still convulsing on the ground, and unconsciously exclaimed.

"So fast!"

"Did you see the movement clearly?"

"No, I thought it would take a few more rounds to dawdle."

They only saw Osamu Aizawa dodging sideways, but they didn't see Yuya Nakamura's hand, how was it cut off?
The other Juggernaut disciples stared at the severed hand holding the knife with ugly expressions, their hearts sank.

Not good, I met a master.

"Is this the only disciple taught by the Juggernaut?"

Osamu Aizawa glanced at Yuya Nakamura, who was lying on the ground and crying in pain.

If you are not good at learning skills, don't come out and be ashamed.

"Please enlighten me!"

Two more men drew their knives and slashed at them.

One left and one right, they cooperated tacitly, trying to seal all the space where Osamu Aizawa dodged.

But the speed obviously couldn't catch up with Osamu Aizawa, and he wiped his neck instead.

"Boom-"

The two knives fell to the ground, making a crisp sound of hitting the slate.

The two disciples walked two steps forward with a wobbly figure, then their knees softened and they knelt on the ground.

Unspoken syllables came out of his throat, his eyes widened, and he died.

The onlookers watched the Swordsman open his mouth wide, obviously not expecting that Osamu Aizawa would directly kill him.
That's the disciple of the Sword Master. He was murdered like a chicken in less than one round?

"Chouqiu, isn't it murder and revenge? Don't you think it's a competition?"

Aizawa pointed at the remaining two Juggernaut disciples with Yan Mo Dao: "How do you want to die?"

For some reason, I saw the blood mist from the broken arm pump.

Osamu Aizawa was a little intoxicated, as if he suddenly discovered a sumptuous dinner.

He really wanted to see it again, and even wanted to taste the taste of blood, is it the same as the taste of a demon?
On the other side, the senior brother who was pointed at had a gloomy expression on his face.

Although there are bound to be casualties in the battle.

But he really didn't expect that Osamu Aizawa would cut off his hand the first time and behead his head the second time.

"Your Mightiness."

Before he could finish his sentence, he realized that Osamu Aizawa had pushed forward at some point and pierced his heart with a sword.

"A lot of nonsense."

Osamu Aizawa twisted the handle of the knife, and then pulled out the knife abruptly, a large amount of blood spattered his face.

He licked the blood splattered at the corner of his mouth, and felt that the taste of blood was not as good as he had imagined.

Worse than a monster.

"Shimamura, I'm leaving first, please clean up."

After Osamu Aizawa repaired the remaining two people, he wiped off the blood and put the sword back into its sheath.

Shimamura Eri waved at the stunned Shimamura, and walked out of the front palace from the path made by the swordsman.

Return to the Confederation resident.

Saya Kawasumi stared at Osamu Aizawa's blood-stained mask with an ugly face.

"Chief, you"

"Let me ask you, do you like killing people?"

"what?"

Osamu Aizawa sighed, took off his mask, and threw it on the windowsill: "I'm not in the right state, don't talk to me."

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Ever since he killed a Furen that day, Osamu Aizawa vaguely found that he couldn't stop the brakes.

Specifically, the fifteen waves of ninjas who came to assassinate him all died.

According to his thinking, at least one or two people should be left behind as witnesses who are wrangling with the capital.

But, for some reason, he killed them all.

"Strange, very strange. Is it the sequelae of sleeping with the Godfather last time?"

Osamu Aizawa was lying on the bed with his hands behind his head, staring at the ceiling, feeling inexplicably hot inside.

He felt that something was wrong with him, but he couldn't tell.

The feeling of irritability with nowhere to vent became more and more serious.

Saya Kawasumi walked in, picked up the mask, and seemed to be considering how to speak: "Chief, Utsunomiya-sama wants to see you."

"not see."

"She said you must go."

"Tsk."

Osamu Aizawa got up and took the mask from Saya Kawasumi.

"Is she in your tent?"

Utsunomiya Renhua was obviously not in Suwa, so she spent the night in Saya Kawasumi's tent that day.

"No, it's Shimo-Suwa Hot Spring, I'll take you there."

"Myoka-sama is really leisurely."

Osamu Aizawa put on a mask and came to Shimo-Suwa Onsen on the north side of Lake Suwa.

In a private bath where you can see the top of Mount Fuji, Osamu Aizawa meets Utsunomiya Renhua.

She soaked in the open-air hot spring, and the spring water was crystal clear.

Aizawa Osamu wrapped a white cloth around his waist and stepped into the pool, the spring water became cloudy in an instant.

"I'm not welcome?"

"Shimo-Suwa Hot Spring is a hot spring of Yasaka swordsman. If people with evil hearts enter the hot spring, they will pollute the spring water."

Utsunomiya Renhua leaned against the pool, looked at Aizawa Osamu, and smiled: "So, how evil is your heart now?"

Osamu Aizawa glanced at her round and alluring figure, and said slowly: "I'm afraid even if I say it."

(End of this chapter)