The court lackeys of the eight-hour workday

Chapter 518 Danger
On the cliff behind, the young Japanese man gritted his teeth as he watched the older Japanese man slaughter his own men.

He disliked this person very much.

Tanaka Shinbei.

He is also a hero who holds the title of "Sword Saint," but in Japan, he is probably one of the most controversial, hated, and even feared "Sword Saints."

In Japan, skilled swordsmen are given titles, and the more achievements they have, the more titles they receive. The strongest among them are called "Sword Saints." However, since 180 years ago, Japanese swordsmanship has experienced explosive growth, and the number of people holding the title of "Sword Saint" has increased significantly. As a result, people have become more accustomed to referring to them by their most representative title.

Tanaka Shinbei's most representative titles are "Man-Slayer" and "Sword-Testing Demon".

He was a beast who roamed the streets at midnight, slaughtering innocent passersby just to test the sharpness of his new knife.

Many people wanted to kill him, including powerful figures who held the title of "Sword Saint," but he never died and instead grew stronger and stronger. He became so powerful that even though those important figures knew he was a menace, they still wanted to recruit him into their ranks; so powerful that even when he committed evil deeds, no one was willing to punish him.

"Ugh……"

The young Japanese man sighed.

"If that lord hadn't gone to Ise Grand Shrine to try and assassinate that demoness, he wouldn't have had time to come here... Never mind, Tanaka Shinbei's swordsmanship is undoubtedly powerful enough to kill that General Qi."

"If we break through Dengzhou Guard today, we can temporarily seize the people and wealth of the coastal areas of Qilu. Even if we cannot exchange witchcraft with the Central Plains court, the people, ironware and money we capture can still solve our immediate problem."

He had no doubt whatsoever that Tanaka Shinbei could kill Qi Jiguang.

In his view, Qi Jiguang was a genius. At only nineteen years old, he had already reached the pinnacle of swordsmanship and created an extremely fierce set of Japanese swordsmanship. If allowed to grow, he would become a powerhouse comparable to a Sword Saint within five years.

I wish I had the chance to fight them head-on.

pity……

The young Japanese man turned his head with regret, wanting to order his personal guards to chase after Qi Jiguang's army and take advantage of the moment when Tanaka Shinbei killed Qi Jiguang to completely break Qi Jiguang's formation.

But suddenly, his gaze froze.

"what is that?"

"what's the situation……"

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"Hey, move aside."

Tanaka Shinbei's signature gruff voice spread out.

The shouts, curses, and wails in front of them fell silent for a moment. The Japanese soldiers who were trying to block Qi Jiguang's army formation got goosebumps and retreated to both sides, creating a path in the center of the battle.

Tanaka Shinbei walked forward as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

He didn't want to kill the soldiers of Qi Jiguang's army, not out of kindness, but simply because he didn't want to damage his own blade. So he circled around and cut in front of Qi Jiguang's army from the side.

The young man he wanted to kill was steadily advancing towards him.

Tanaka Shinbei gently stroked the hilt of the sword.

"Shangjuejie pays equal attention to it."

This was his only companion. The moment the forging was completed, he poured the blood of the swordsmith's family onto it, which created the beautiful patterns on the blade.

Afterwards, he killed seventy-two people in the western suburbs of Kyoto, using their blood and spirits to nourish the sword. For this, he was hunted down by several powerful individuals of similar strength, but he never regretted it.

This knife only kills two kinds of people.

A weakling who offers no resistance and whose blade remains undamaged even if killed.

And... there are also powerful individuals who deserve to die by this blade!
He watched the young figure approaching him—his eyes remained unmoved even as he stood in his way, his body strong and powerful, his swordsmanship sharp and fierce.

"Hiss, hiss -"

He clenched his teeth, grinned, and gave an extremely bizarre and disgusting laugh.

The long sword was drawn. The scabbard was thrown to the ground, and the blade sliced ​​through the soil as if cutting through flowing water, without leaving a trace of dust.

"come on."

It's near, it's near!
Although he is not a Sword Saint-level expert, he is a genius among geniuses... enough to make "Kamisuke Kaneshige" happy!
Finally, Qi Jiguang arrived in front of him.

There was only one Japanese person separating them.

"Die!"

A sharp, high-pitched roar, so different from the rough voice, rang out. The long sword was swung out, cutting the Japanese man blocking the way in two, and then hissed as it approached Qi Jiguang's throat!

"Tanaka-sama, be careful!"

There was a loud shout from behind.

Watch out behind you!!!

That was the voice of a young Japanese man.

Tanaka Shinbei chuckled, his blade remaining perfectly aligned, slashing towards Qi Jiguang's throat along its predetermined trajectory.

careful?

Make a fuss.

I have experienced countless dangers, ambushes, and assassinations. After all these experiences, I will instinctively react whenever there is a danger around me that threatens my life.

But now, I haven't felt anything, so why should I be wary of what's behind it?
There was no killing intent behind me, no sound of weapons slicing through the air, no footsteps, not even breathing. So where did it come from... wait, why is there nothing there?
Tanaka Shinbei's pupils suddenly contracted.

He trusted his instincts too much, and only at this moment did he realize—this was the very center of the battlefield! It should have been filled with roars and wails!

But there was nothing behind him.

Not only was there no danger, but there wasn't even the sound of breathing or footsteps.

Qi Jiguang, standing before him, gave him a contemptuous look, as if mocking him—look, you lowly wretch, you don't even know you're about to die, like a beast waiting to be slaughtered, still smugly eating the swill in the trough.

"!!!"

Tanaka Shinbei's hair stood on end!

For the first time, he used reason to overcome his instincts. His arm muscles suddenly bulged, and he forcefully deflected the blade, grazing over Qi Jiguang's head, and then used the momentum of the blow to slash behind him!

"who!!!"

Out of fear, he didn't hold back with this strike.

With the added sharpness of "Kamisuke Kanesuke", even a powerhouse at the level of "Sword Saint" would have to back down in the face of this strike!

The long sword pierced the air.

Then it suddenly stopped in the palm of a hand.

Has anyone ever told you that your smile is disgusting?

Li Miao said with a smile, then slowly tightened his grip on the blade and twisted it little by little.

Karaara—

Tanaka Shinbei's eyes were about to burst.

The beautifully patterned blade of "Kamiso-suke Kenjiro" was slowly crumbling at the point where it touched the fingers of the man from the Central Plains opposite him.

Behind this man from the Central Plains, an empty path stretched from the southern perimeter of the battlefield. Countless corpses lay on both sides, yet not a drop of blood flowed.

Before this, neither the young Japanese man nor he had heard a sound.

(End of this chapter)