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Chapter 298 Swordsman and Desire
The Wakatsuki warrior attacked violently, and his long-prepared punch hit Jack Hanma's chest solidly.
"boom!"
"Click, click, click..."
After Jack Fanma was punched in the chest, his sternum collapsed instantly and his entire chest became concave.
The wooden fence behind him could no longer withstand the violent impact of the Wakatsuki warrior, and the originally concave part collapsed completely.
However, such a scene does not mean that Wakatsuki Samurai won.
Jack Van Ma had just suffered a big loss, and he would not suffer it twice in a row.
At the same time that Wakatsuki's second heavy punch hit Jack Hanma, Jack Hanma's middle fingers on both hands were inserted into Wakatsuki's ears.
Despite all the precautions taken by the Wakatsuki warriors, he still did not expect that Jack Hanma's fatal blow would not be achieved with his teeth, but with his hands!
As the recoil of Wakatsuki's punch exploded, he flew backwards and landed in the center of the arena, his life or death unknown, motionless.
On the other side, Jack Vanma was blasted into the lower auditorium.
Fortunately, all the spectators for today’s game were watching the big screen in the banquet hall of the Tokyo Imperial Hotel, otherwise the consequences would be disastrous!
"Wow~"
"Boom~"
Wakatsuki's punch caused a small part of the audience seats to collapse.
At the scene, the staff who looked like bald monks rushed into the venue first.
There were four of them in total, working in groups of two, each holding a stretcher.
In the center of the arena, the unresponsive Wakatsuki Samurai was placed on a stretcher and sent to the infirmary.
Two staff members rushed in from under the collapsed auditorium and finally dragged Jack Vanma out from the rubble after some effort.
At this moment, he also had no reaction, and his upper body was severely deformed, comparable to a car accident scene.
Two staff members quickly carried him onto a stretcher and quickly disappeared into the exit passage.
This match was again ruled a draw as both players, Jack Hanma and Takeshi Wakatsuki, were unable to leave the arena standing.
The source of the film, Kaori Kaori, began to announce:
"Both players in this match, Jack Hanma and Wakatsuki Takeshi, are too injured to continue to participate in the next round!"
"We are now entering halftime. The arena will be cleaned and maintained, and the last match of the first round will be held in an hour."
In the dark corridor, two old men, Tokugawa Mitsunari and Katagami Metō, were staggering forward.
"Brother Tokugawa, where are you taking me?"
"Haha! Don't ask so many questions, little Tangtang. You'll know when you get there."
"Okay! Then let's go and take a look with Brother Tokugawa!"
They arrived at the door of the B-7 lounge, where Tokugawa Mitsunari and Katanagen Metsudo were standing.
"squeak~"
Pianyuanmietang pushed the door open suddenly.
Tokugawa Mitsunari tried to stop it, but it was too late.
"Shh!"
Pianyuanmietang suddenly felt something extremely sharp passing through his body.
He could clearly feel his flesh and blood being cut by the sharp blade. The cold blade cut through his skin and penetrated his internal organs like cutting butter, without any hindrance.
Until the blade touched his spine, making a clear "click" sound, Pianyuan Mietang truly felt the approach of death, as if it was within reach!
Pianyuanmietang couldn't stand the feeling just now because it was too real.
He cried out:
"what!"
He felt terrified, as if his body was really being chopped into two pieces.
He immediately touched his body and found that there were no scars, but his whole body was soaked with sweat.
"What exactly is this?"
"Why did I feel the terror of being killed just now?"
"Brother Tokugawa, what on earth is going on in this lounge...?"
Speaking of this, Pianyuanmietang seemed to have guessed something.
"Could it be, Miyamoto..."
At this moment, the light in the dim room suddenly came on.
A strong and rugged man appeared in front of Pianyuanmietang, his hands were in the motion of chopping with a knife!
This man had neat short black hair and was wearing a black martial arts uniform that combined ancient and modern elements.
His stern face matched his sturdy body, making him look unusually deep.
His eyes were as sharp as a knife, revealing an unquestionable firmness and determination.
His mouth was tightly closed, and his whole body exuded an inviolable majesty.
Tokugawa Mitsunari introduced the film source to the hall:
"Xiaotangtang, you guessed it right, he is Mr. Miyamoto Musashi!"
"And what he just used on you was his unique skill - 'Consciousness Slash'."
The film source was revealed with an incredible look on his face:
"The real Miyamoto Musashi!"
"How can this be!"
"It has been nearly 400 years since the swordsman Miyamoto Musashi died. Do you think he is the real one?"
"Brother Tokugawa, don't you think this is ridiculous?"
"However, the knife strike just now is somewhat similar to the method used by the legendary swordsman."
"Ha ha ha ha……"
The man called Miyamoto Musashi by Tokugawa Mitsunari laughed, and then he stared closely into Katanagen Metō's eyes.
Pianyuanmietang is a person who has experienced countless big scenes. Of course, he will not show weakness and immediately look at him.
At this moment, the man called Miyamoto Musashi by Tokugawa Mitsunari spoke up:
"Look at me, what do you see?"
After looking at him for a few seconds, Pianyuanmietang suddenly took several steps back with "thump thump thump..." and almost fell down.
"There are mountains of corpses and seas of blood, and countless people have been killed!" he exclaimed.
At this point, Pianyuanmietang had already believed to some extent that the person in front of him might be the legendary swordsman.
Then, Tokugawa Mitsunari led the two to his luxurious room.
He ordered his servants to bring the best tea and pour it for the three of them.
Miyamoto Musashi seemed quite relaxed. He took a sip of tea and then slowly put down the cup.
"The opponent you helped me choose last time, Lie, really satisfied me."
He said slowly.
"I hope that this time, you can find an opponent that satisfies me as well. Don't let me down!"
"I have duelled with others no less than a hundred times in my life, and each time my goal was to kill my opponent. This is my way as a warrior."
"As I killed more and more people, my reputation grew. Everyone in Kyoto, Nara, and Edo knew me."
"Daimyo from various countries have extended olive branches to me, wanting to recruit me to work for them."
Hearing this, Pianyuan Mietang put down the teacup in his hand, frowned slightly, and asked:
"Are you fighting with others just for the sake of fame and fortune?"
"Instead of pursuing the ultimate in swordsmanship?"
"This seems to be very different from the records about you in ancient books!"
At this time, Pianyuanmietang was already feeling a little disappointed.
In his mind, Miyamoto Musashi should be a great and pure warrior, not a vulgar person pursuing profit and fame.
Miyamoto Musashi looked at Katagen Metō's expression and a smile appeared on his lips.
"Gold, beauties, fine wine, power, fame, aren't these good?"
He asked rhetorically.
Then he looked at the ceiling with an intoxicated look on his face.
"I like to be praised, I like to be mentioned by the world, the feeling of being looked up to is intoxicating to me."
"I enjoy this feeling. It's part of who I am as a warrior."
After saying that, he laughed again, as if he was laughing at Katagen Metō's naivety.
"Wa hahaha……"
"Desire! Desire!"