All this happened so fast, Matsuo, Takahashi and others were still standing on tiptoe with their necks raised to admire Yamada's exquisite sword skills.
Unexpectedly, the situation suddenly turned around without any warning. Without even a transition, Yamada, a well-known samurai in the Overthrow Sect, had his left hand cut off.
The blood spurted from the fracture splattered on Zhang Heng's feathered fabric that had not been washed for an unknown period of time, making his already unusually tall figure look even more terrifying.
Matsuo and Takahashi were so frightened that they took two steps back. They didn't stop until their backs were pressed against the wooden fence. However, their two pairs of little eyes couldn't help but wander around. They were obviously ready to run away. Prepare.
On the other side, Takeuchi's pupils also shrank sharply.
Even Yamada, who lost his left hand, probably didn't understand what happened in the previous moment. It could be seen from the stunned expression on his face that he couldn't figure out why he was defeated so simply when he already had the upper hand.
Only Takeuchi, who was a bystander and a master of swordsmanship, managed to follow Zhang Heng's last blow.
It was precisely because of this that he could more deeply appreciate the power of this sword.
Zhang Heng caught the slight pause between Yamada's first change of moves and his second change of moves, and bullied himself into the opponent's chest. At the same time, he quickly shook his wrist and let the tip of the knife draw an arc, avoiding Yamada. The tachi in his hand, and because Yamada was swinging the sword at that time, from Takeuchi's point of view, it looked like Yamada deliberately moved his wrist to the opponent's blade.
Takeuchi took a breath of air, what a quick knife, what a terrible plan, how come everyone he met today seemed to be more sinister than himself.
It wasn't until the severed hand fell to the ground that Yamada realized something. The severe pain coming from his left wrist made his forehead covered with beads of sweat. However, the pride of being a samurai prevented him from crying. He held his neck and half-knelt. On the ground, his chest was heaving violently and his face was pale.
The small mountain dojo became unprecedentedly quiet at this moment, and you could even hear the sound of a pin dropping to the ground.
Akane Koyama stood there blankly with her mouth wide open, feeling that her head was a little weak.
It was obvious that not long ago she was still worried about Ronin, but the next moment Zhang Heng had simply defeated the powerful enemy in front of him. As someone who has fought against Yamada twice, Akane Oyama is probably the one who has the best say about Yamada's true strength. A powerful person, although this warrior of the Choshu clan may not be as good as her father, the difference is not too far away.
With such skills, she can be called a master no matter which force she is in, so her defeat in the previous battle was not unfair.
However, even such a master could not survive even three moves in the hands of this foreigner.
Akane Koyama almost missed this sharp turn.
The guy in front of her who she had once mercilessly despised and thought was bragging... actually turned out to be a peerless master?
After three moves, Zhang Heng stopped looking at Yamada and simply sheathed his sword.
Then he said to Akane Koyama, who looked dull, "I'm sorry."
"Huh? What, what are you sorry for?" Akane Oyama asked stupidly.
"Sorry for staining the floor of your dojo." Zhang Heng pointed to the blood stains on the ground. As he spoke, his eyes glanced at Matsuo, Takahashi and others intentionally or unintentionally. The two people he saw wished they could change on the spot. Turn into an earthworm and burrow into the ground.
Although the other Choshu clan warrior standing with Takeuchi was not so miserable, his expression was also horrified.
Zhang Heng's eyes finally rested on Takeuchi. He could tell that the guy in front of him was probably the leader of the group. The latter seemed to have encountered some problem at the moment and was standing there with his arms folded and thinking hard.
Zhang Heng raised his eyebrows and asked, "What do you mean? Do you want to fight again?"
"I find... I don't seem to be your match." Takeuchi looked very distressed, "But that idiot has been yelling and insulting the Choshu clan warriors before, so it doesn't seem too bad to just leave like this. good."
Hearing what he said, Matsuo and Takahashi couldn't help but feel even colder. The belief that still supports them standing here is that Takeuchi is better than Yamada. Although Takeuchi is not as scary as Zhang Heng, after all, he has easily defeated Yamada before, probably , maybe, there might be another battle?
However, now Takeuchi personally admits that he is not as good as Zhang Heng, which also breaks the last trace of illusion in their hearts.
"Oh, do you have any other masters in Changzhou Domain?" Zhang Heng asked.
"Of course, although Yamada is famous, he is not as good as me in terms of strength," Takeuchi said with his fingers. "Although I am not bad, there are many people who are better than me."
"Are those guys in Kyoto now?" Zhang Heng seemed to be interested after hearing this.
"Well... although most people are still staying in the Choshu Domain, in these troubled times, the world's heroes have gathered in Kyoto. When a man is alive, he should have achieved great achievements. Indeed, there are many people who are in Kyoto or coming to Kyoto. On the way." Takeuchi nodded.
"That's just right. You go back and tell those guys that if you want to avenge this guy, come to me at Xiaoshan Dojo. I'll be waiting for them here." Zhang Heng said.
"Happy!" Takeuchi slapped his thigh and said, "I saw the right person, you are indeed a true hero! In this case, we will meet again another day."
After speaking, he gave Matsuo and Takahashi a look and asked them to leave with the injured Yamada.
After leaving the dojo, Takeuchi asked Matsuo and Takahashi to take Yamada to the hospital for medical treatment, while he and another person hurriedly went to find the person in charge of the Choshu Domain in Kyoto.
Yamada's group came with great momentum, but left dejectedly.
After the group of people left the Xiaoshan Dojo, Xiaoshan Akane finally realized something was wrong and said, "Hey, why did you just tell me the name of my dojo? Do you think my place is declining fast enough?"
Zhang Heng spread his hands and said, "I can't help it. Whoever asks me to live here will live here. And you don't have to worry. Since I have taken care of this matter, of course I will take care of it to the end. No matter who comes next, I will take care of you, and you There’s no need to be so pessimistic, your dojo is already in such a state of decline, it can’t possibly get any worse, maybe it will make you famous in Kyoto.”
Zhang Heng himself didn't care. He was here to challenge the world's masters and find the whereabouts of famous swords. Hanging a sign for the small mountain dojo was just a convenient thing.
"...But you are not from Xiaoshan Dojo at all." Xiaoshan Akane looked helpless, "One code is another code, I am very grateful that you saved me this time, and I will find a way to repay you, um, Why don't I waive your future rent first... But although Koyama Akishin-ryu is only a small sect and not very noticeable in Kyoto, I will not use the help of outsiders to boost the reputation of the dojo. Maybe outsiders You look stupid in your eyes, but this is my insistence. I will not pursue the matter of you pretending to be a disciple of the dojo before. Moreover, your own style is so powerful, your master must also be a big shot. He will watch you pretending to be someone else. The name of the genre?”
"She? She probably doesn't have any objections." Zhang Heng thought about it carefully. His sword skills were originally trained in actual combat in the copy of Black Sail. If you really want to say that he is a master or something, Anne can barely be considered half. After all, Zhang Heng I studied with Annie for a period of time in the early stage, and the two of them often sparred after that. However, the red-haired female pirate didn't care about the differences at all. In her eyes, a sword technique that can cut people is a good sword technique.
"If you really care about this kind of thing, then I might as well join your school." Zhang Heng proposed a solution.
"Eh?"
