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Chapter 145: Giving You a Chance to Challenge Me

"What exactly were you doing while I was asleep?"

That calm yet angry voice was like a biting wind, not quite a gale, but enough to make Gu Zhisi feel as if he had fallen into an ice cave, so cold that even breathing became extremely difficult.

For these heretics who have lived in the Sanzu River for hundreds or even thousands of years, the blood sacrifice and weeping are their masters, and their anger is like a divine punishment for this region. Such anger is a consequence they cannot bear.

True powerhouses cannot be judged by conventional standards, because their strength has been recognized by heaven and earth. Therefore, when they experience significant emotional changes, the heavens and earth will also exhibit unusual phenomena.

As the fury of the blood sacrifice and lamentation intensified, the entire Sanzu River began to tremble violently, as if that emotion was about to tear apart the river surface that had been silent for thousands of years.

At the same time, the six boats floating on the river were rocking uncontrollably, like Noah's Ark in Genesis teetering on the brink of collapse in the raging flood. They felt as if they were trees caught in the torrent. Perhaps that world-destroying flood, like the anger released by their weeping, possessed the power to destroy everything.

Faced with the fury of the blood sacrifice and the weeping, Bone Death Tai Li could only lower his head as much as possible to avoid confronting that terror, while he also kept praying silently in his heart.

He glanced at the thin-skinned man out of the corner of his eye, his eyes filled with helplessness.

He currently has only two ways to quell his wailing anger:
First, there was the fine wine, but in their current state, the nameless men responsible for providing it were all rather incompetent. Even if they weren't afraid to die, the river was churning like boiling water, making it impossible for them to cross. 11
The second method was to use the music of the koto played by the haiku dafu. That was hundreds of years ago, before the haiku dafu fell into heresy. At that time, the haiku dafu was able to eliminate the wailing rage because of his unique koto music, and thus he was always watched by the wailing dafu.

Even when he learned that Hakubi Tayu had fallen into heresy, Tōku immediately went to the human world and brought the newly fallen Hakubi Tayu back to the Sanzu River, which shows the importance of Hakubi Tayu in Tōku's heart.

Seeing the helpless look in Bone no Shita's eyes, the thin-skinned Taifu, who was clutching his abdomen to relieve the pain, also felt that the anger of the Blood Sacrifice Cry was much greater than before.

Without much hesitation, he quickly began to play the shamisen in his hands. As the strings remained steady without the slightest tremor, the thin-skinned doctor lightly parted his ten fingers, which moved across the strings like a dragonfly skimming the water. What followed was a melodious and graceful sound. The sound was like a boulder being thrown into a calm lake, with ripples spreading outwards in all directions.

Under the melodious and gentle music of the thin-skinned zither, the anger of the blood sacrifice and weeping gradually subsided, and the swaying river surface gradually returned to its usual calm.

Having calmed down from his anger, Blood Sacrifice's Lament immediately turned his gaze to Bone Death Tai Li.

Bone Death Tai Li kept his head down, being stared at by the weeping. Feeling the gaze directed at him, Bone Death Tai Li knew his chance had come, and he quickly recounted everything that had happened that day.

A moment later, having listened to Bone Death Tai Li's narration, Blood Sacrifice Lament placed one hand on the armrest of the Six-Gate Ship. Before Bone Death Tai Li could react, a dark red light flashed across Lament's right arm. The Six-Gate Ship, composed of human suffering and sorrow, could not withstand the force and cracked with a "crack".

"Human beings"

He uttered the word "human" with a sob, each word distinct, his eyes blazing with fury. "You really think the River of Three Crossings is a place you can come and go as you please? I will make you pay the price!"

“Crying, compared to those true swordsmen, those Kamen Riders of unknown origin are the real culprits among this group of people.” After saying this, Bone Death Tai Li walked to Crying’s side and began to whisper.

After hearing some things, Blood Sacrifice's eyes gradually cleared from their previous anger, and he began to ponder. He understood what Bone Death was worried about: having the ability to freely travel between the human world and the Sanzu River was a very troublesome existence.

"Even so, we must eliminate those so-called Kamen Riders. Their ability to freely enter and exit the Sanzu River is always a threat to us, and I always eliminate threats."

"It's not that easy to deal with those Kamen Riders. Don't forget, some of them can turn back time."

At the same time, Jinko's voice suddenly rang out on the six-gate ship.

"Who?!"

Blood Sacrifice Lamentation frowned deeply, his gaze warily fixed on the surface of the Sanzu River. Such sneaky behavior was truly infuriating.

As soon as he finished speaking, with a "whoosh," a jet of water shot into the sky, rushing directly out of the Sanzu River, and then Jinko-no-Karamaro landed on the Rokumon Ship from the water jet.

Looking at the person before him, Bone-Blooded Death was momentarily stunned. "Your life..."

Wasn't this unknown heretic in front of me just killed by that pink guy?
"No need to act so shocked, it's just one less life." Jinko Akimaro chuckled, but his voice was incredibly cold, showing that Jinko Akimaro was not as indifferent to his lost life as he appeared.

Blood Sacrifice, wailing, stared at the sinewy, evil Maro before him. "Who are you? I don't think I've ever seen your family before."

He didn't recall this person being there.

Hidden heretics?

The blood sacrifice and weeping were somewhat perplexing.

“I also defeated some true swordsmen hundreds of years ago. It’s understandable that General Mourns, as the commander-in-chief of our heretics, wouldn’t remember.” When asked, Jinko Emaro behaved very gently and said neither humbly nor arrogantly, “After all, I am just a nobody. How can I compare to you, General?”

Blood Sacrifice Weeping glanced at Muscle Shell Emaro.

"You just said that one of them has the ability to reverse time," Blood Sacrifice cried, looking at Muscle Shell Demon, "Now that you've brought it up, what's your plan?"

With a gentle smile on his face, Jinko Akimaro held a short, scissor-like scepter. "No matter what, those so-called Kamen Riders are still human. As long as we find them, then..."

"Then this matter is yours," Blood Sacrifice cried out.

"I have fulfilled my mission." Jinko Emaro, holding the short, stubby scepter, retreated.

After leaving the six-gate ship, Jinko Emaro rubbed his temples with a headache, his voice somewhat gloomy.

"Kamen Rider..."

Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at the six-gate ship that was gradually disappearing into the distance, and Jinko Emaro snorted coldly.

If it weren't for his need to realize his centuries-old plan...

"Damn knight, we were so close to success, why did this happen?"

Jinko Aromaro couldn't help but complain. From the time he was a member of the Fallen Outcasts to the present day, he had been planning for so long and was about to succeed when this so-called Kamen Rider suddenly appeared!

Outlasting Kamen Rider?

He couldn't wait that long!

"In addition, the ten internal organs..."

Jinko Emaro muttered to himself, "I need to win this guy over as soon as possible."

It would also be perfect to use the power of lamentation that the guy with the grudge-filled eyes has created in the human world as the energy needed for his ritual.

"But the most important thing now is to deal with those knights." In an instant, Jinko-no-Maro transformed into a pale green light, passing through the gap between the Sanzu River and the human world and disappearing into the Sanzu River.

“Crying, that guy…” Bone Death Tai Li looked at Blood Sacrifice Crying.

Blood Sacrifice Lament raised his hand to interrupt Bone Death Tai Li's voice, "Let that guy try. There are still many unknowns about the power of those knights. My forces cannot be wasted on those knights."

"Also, how's the battle going on Zhimu Manfu's side?"

Blood Sacrifice Lament also knew something about this guy who gave the first generation of True Swordsmen a headache.

However, the seal of the first True Swordsman and its location have been lost to history for so many years that they can no longer be verified.

He was interested but there was nothing he could do; he just hadn't expected that he would be asleep during those days.

The fact that Bone Death Tai Li actually resurrected this guy surprised even Blood Sacrifice Weeping.

Bone-Death Taili held his scepter and drew a line in the void, creating a rift connecting the Sanzu River to the human world.

An army of corrupt and lecherous ascetics, their eyes gleaming with grease and their bellies bulging with grease, emerged from the crevice...

Looking at this scene, Bone Death Tai Li said, "It seems that they have encountered a true swordsman."

"A true swordsman..." Blood Sacrifice murmured in anguish.

“Weeping, I have an idea about the True Swordsman,” Bone Death Tai Li said slowly.

The blood sacrifice and weeping gazed upon the bones of the dead, too far away.

Bone's Death Tai Li then took out the scroll given to him by Narutaki.

……

"This quantity is far too many."

Riding on the red horse formed from the power of words, Ikenami Ryūnosuke looked at the dark mass of nameless people before him and his heart trembled.

Even if you add up all the nameless people they killed before, it wouldn't be this many, right?
"Your Highness, what's wrong with us?"

As Ryunosuke Ikenami spoke, he turned his head toward where Takeru Shiba was, and then quickly shut his mouth.

Shiba Takeru's gaze was filled with determination.

"Kill!" Without saying much, Shiba Takeru took out his calligraphy phone and drew the character "fire" in the air.

"I just want to discuss a solution," Ryūnosuke Ikenami muttered to himself.

Even as he said that, Ryunosuke Ikenami also took out his own calligraphy phone the same moment Joru Shiba took out hers.

"One stroke!"

Six voices rang out at that moment, and even amidst the marching footsteps of the Outer Daoist forces, the six voices were remarkably loud.

After all, we can't afford to lose in terms of momentum.

Six different lights flashed, Samurai Squad Shinkenger—reporting for duty.

"A transformation similar to that of a knight." Yusuke Onodera muttered as he watched the six people transform.

"I can't fall behind either."

With his hands placed on his abdomen, the Yaguru belt, which was usually hidden inside his body, slowly emerged.

Buzz-buzz-

The spirit stone at the core of the belt kept flashing with light.

"Transform!"

He clapped his hands on either side of his belt, causing the spirit stones on the belt to spin rapidly.

Kamen Rider Kuuga - Here I come!

"The Samurai Warriors Who Are Exonerated by All!"

Shiba Takeru took the Shinkenmaru from her left waist with her left hand, and gently stroked the blade of the Shinkenmaru with her right hand. The large "fire" character on her face seemed to shimmer with light at this moment.

"True Swordsman!"

"A true swordsman~"

That slightly sentimental voice rang out from among the group of non-followers.

At the same time, the group of corrupt outsiders in front of Shiba Takeru instantly moved to the sides to make way.

Surrounded by two members of the Corrupt Spy Gang, the figure of the man with the fat eyes slowly appeared.

"I haven't seen a true swordsman since I was sealed away by the first true swordsman."

The first generation of true swordsmen! ! !
Upon hearing this, Shiba Takeru's face beneath her battle uniform was filled with horror.

Heretics sealed away for hundreds or even thousands of years?!
"I'll give you true swordsmen a chance to challenge me." With a smug look on Shiba Takeru and the others, he said, "Defeat my subordinates."

He also wanted to know the difference between the current generation of True Swordsmen and the first generation of True Swordsmen.

In addition, Zhi Mu was full of confidence in his own strength, not to mention... the nameless men under his command were much stronger than ordinary nameless men.

The figure with the fat eyes and full belly was quickly swallowed up by the surging nameless horde of rotten creatures.

"Are they trying to overwhelm us with sheer numbers?" Gu Qianming (Zhenjian Lv) stared at the densely packed nameless horde of rotten people, feeling utterly overwhelmed.

“Joru…” Shiraishi Mako (a fan of Shinken) looked at Shiba Joru, who had a calm expression.

"Go! For the sake of humanity, destroy the heretics! This is our mission as true swordsmen!"

Having nothing to his name, Shiba Takeru turned and mounted his red horse, charging towards the tens of thousands of nameless, corrupted beings.

"Wait for me, Your Highness."

Ryunosuke Ikenami called out quickly, following closely behind Takeru Shiba.

……

At the Hikari Photo Studio, the figures of Higashino Rin and Kadoya Tsukasa emerged from the aurora curtain.

"What about people?"

Looking at the empty living room, Tsukasa Kadoya removed the belt from his abdomen to deactivate his transformation, a slight smirk playing on his lips.

"They really have no respect for people, and they don't even know to wait here for my triumphant return." Tsukasa Kadoya rubbed his forehead, put his right hand on Rin Higashino's shoulder, and raised an eyebrow. "Right, Rin?"

"Yes, yes, yes," Higashino Rin said helplessly.

"Come with me to Zhiye's house first, and we'll rescue those whose souls have been devoured by the Multimouth Monster."

"The Shiba family?" Tsukasa Kadoya frowned. "Shouldn't we go to the hospital?"

"Brother Xiaoming, do you know which hospital it is?"

"Isn't that where..."

After being told that by Higashino Rin, Kadoya Tsukasa coughed lightly.

He really didn't know where it was.

"Hey, Rin, Shi, you two are back." Grandpa Kōei Jirō walked into the living room, looked at the two of them, and called out quickly.

"Grandpa, where are Yusuke and the others?" Higashino asked.

"I don't know either. It seems like some nameless group appeared and then left." Grandpa Koei Jiro shook his head. He was a bit out of touch with the younger generation when it came to this kind of thing.

"However, Shi, what you owe..."

Koei Jiro looked at Kadoya Tsukasa, but before he could finish speaking, Kadoya Tsukasa quickly laughed it off.

"Oh? Lin and I have some things to do, so we'll go out for a bit and talk when we get back."

As he spoke, he quickly pushed Higashino Rin out of the photo studio.

"Tsukasa..." Watching Tsukasa Kadoya leave, old man Koeijiro shook his head helplessly.

"What's wrong, Grandpa?" Xia Hai came out and looked at the worried-looking Guang Rongjiro, asking in confusion.

"It's not like Shi and the others came back and asked Shi to pay the money they owed, but they ran off before they even had a chance to talk to each other for more than a few minutes."

"I don't know how to get it back..."

"Shi is back?" Xia Hai was stunned for a moment, then quickly asked, "Grandpa, did you tell Shi and the others about the nameless group?"

"I did, but Xia Hai, what was the quantity you told me about again?"

"Ten thousand heads, Grandpa, didn't you say?"

"I can't remember for a moment," said Grandpa Koei Jiro helplessly. "I'm getting old."

"I'll go find them."

"Oh right, I heard them say they were going to the Shino family's place."

Seeing Natsumi run off, Kōei Jirō called out to her.

"I see."

"Wait for me, Xia Hai."

Kivala watched Natsumi leave, called out, and flapped its wings to follow.

Watching Natsumi's departing figure, Koeijiro sat on the sofa and turned on the television.

(End of this chapter)