The court lackeys of the eight-hour workday

Chapter 530 Regicide
"Get back!"

Li Miao suddenly raised his hand and pulled at the air.

The fleeing Gauntlet-Tada Ankei had just leaped into the air when he plummeted like a bird struck by an arrow. He gritted his teeth, trying to regain his footing in mid-air, but the invisible force that had been holding him gave him no chance. It spun him around haphazardly a few times, dissipating his stance, and then yanked him back sharply!
Woo!
Kaguteda Yasunori crashed into the crowd like a meteorite.

The messenger watched in despair as the figure of Kaguteda Yasunori grew infinitely larger before him, before crashing down on him with a thud, his consciousness instantly fading away.

A bloody trail several meters long was left in the crowd.

After smashing dozens of bodies, Kaguteda Yasunori finally managed to steady himself, his blade plunging into the ground to forcefully stop his retreat.

But the next instant, the figure that terrified him reappeared in front of him, and the wooden sword was raised high again, falling towards him at a speed so slow it was almost insulting.

"Make your move."

Kaguteda Yasunori pulled the blade stuck in the ground and dodged.

Lu Wushuang carried the lifeless-eyed Nanako out of the dojo, stepping through the blood.

"monster……"

Nanako murmured softly.

"Demons, monsters... So what's in the scriptures is all true... When the Buddha was in meditation, did Mara, the sixth demon king, really come to disturb him...?"

She felt like her mind was a complete mess.

Most so-called believers are just paying lip service to something they don't truly believe in. No matter how much they worship gods and Buddhas in daily life, if a clay statue actually stepped down from the altar and started speaking, they would probably run away first.

Not to mention that Nanako witnessed firsthand how Yasutsune Kaguteta transformed from a renowned swordsman into a legendary monster.

She couldn't accept it; her mind was in turmoil.

But upon hearing her murmur, Lu Wushuang, who was holding her in his hands, let out a cold laugh.

"What bullshit gods, Buddhas, and monsters? If there really were immortals and Buddhas, why don't they come out to save the world? If there really were monsters, they wouldn't be the ones to dominate the man-eating game."

“That’s a person, a living person, Kaguteda Yasunori. Wasn’t it you who directed us to find him?”

"What, are the monsters in your Japan so worthless? Just because they have red skin, a few tufts of hair standing on end, and a missing arm, they can be called monsters?"

Nanako suddenly looked up.

"But……"

Lu Wushuang shook her head with a cold smile.

"No buts, there are no gods, Buddhas, or monsters in this world."

"That's martial arts, or rather, your Japanese swordsmanship."

Nanako was incredulous.

fencing?

fencing!?
Swordsmanship can cleave through the human body and split through refined iron; even legendary swordsmen who can cleave through clouds and moonlight are not entirely unbelievable to Nanako. But when has swordsmanship ever been able to transform itself, making one resemble a monster?

Lu Wushuang had no intention of answering her questions; he simply turned his gaze to the battle.

"What, you're afraid to use your final move?"

Li Miao suddenly appeared in front of Kaguteda Ansei, slashing his side with his wooden sword and pulling him back into the crowd.

Kaguteda Yasunori coughed up blood, got up, and dashed off in another direction.

Li Miao was right.

He dared not make his final move.

Li Miao gave him ten moves, and he had already used nine to realize that he was no match for Li Miao. His desperate struggles were nothing but a game to Li Miao—even when he used methods that he could never reveal to others, it only slightly aroused the other party's interest.

And tolerated him making nine moves.

If his final move failed to impress Li Miao, he had no doubt that Li Miao would kill him immediately.

Therefore, he dared not use his tenth move. But Li Miao clearly wouldn't let him stall indefinitely.

"never mind."

Just as Kaguteda Yasunori had this thought, the voice that terrified him appeared behind him again.

"I'll give you three more breaths. If you don't make a move by now, I'll twist your head off."

"three."

Kagureda Yasunori's pupils dilated violently.

Without a second thought, he suddenly raised his knife and slashed at the person closest to him, trying to throw him in front of Li Miao and temporarily block the pursuit.

But as soon as the knife was extended, a very familiar scream was heard.

"Gate-kun!"

Matsuura Takanobu screamed.

"it's me!"

But they did not dodge.

He knew Yasunori Kondo's methods, so even though Yasunori Kondo's appearance was now completely different, he could still recognize him. The Bushido spirit of Japan emphasizes blind loyalty, and as a lord facing his subject, he obviously had no need to hide... right?

Without the slightest hesitation, the blade probed into the gap in the armor and flicked it.

Fear and astonishment mingled in each other's eyes.

Matsuura Takanobu flew towards Li Miao.

In mid-air, he finally understood one thing—before being a samurai and a swordsman, Yasutada was first and foremost a believer, and a tested fanatic at that.

He had simply been away from the state's conflicts for so long that he had forgotten this. Now, it was too late for regrets.

I was in mid-air when I heard a piercing gust of wind behind me.

Matsuura Takanobu knew that in an instant, he would fall apart like all the samurai who had been thrown at Li Miao by Kaguteda Yasunori. In other words, he only had a split second to fight for his life.

Fortunately, he probably knew what to say.

"My lord, I know his swordsmanship skills!"

Beneath his armor, Matsuura Takayuki suddenly shouted out in Mandarin.

Kaguteda Yasunori's expression changed drastically. He didn't even care about escaping and turned around to attack Matsuura Takanobu!
As a samurai, he didn't want to kill his lord. But as a believer, he couldn't leave Matsuura Takanobu to Li Miao. So he wanted to use Li Miao to silence him... But he didn't expect that the usually obese Matsuura Takanobu could understand everything in an instant!
He shouldn't have gone easy on him!

In that instant, Kaguneda Yasunori exhausted all his remaining strength, blood gushing from every pore of his body, before being flung away by his terrifying speed.

A blood-red path was left in mid-air.

The blade slashed towards Matsuura Takanobu's neck!

Matsuura Takanobu closed his eyes in despair, awaiting the excruciating pain of the blade severing his neck... but suddenly a weight settled on his shoulder as a hand gently rested on it.

"you know?"

Matsuura Takanobu suddenly opened his eyes. The dark black cloak was already beside him, the left hand on his shoulder, and the right hand suddenly swung the wooden sword forward, colliding with the blade of Kaguteda Yasunori.

clang!
The blade rebounded and rose, exposing his vital chest and abdomen.

He desperately pulled on the hilt of the knife, trying to pull the blade that was flying towards his head down... but he found that he had already exhausted his last bit of strength and there was no way to stop his attack.

"The tenth move is boring."

Swish!
The wooden sword, which had been hanging low and pointing to the lower left, suddenly blurred as if reflected in water. When it reappeared, it was already in the upper right of his line of sight.

The viewpoint flips and falls.

Kaguteda Yasunori saw his own headless corpse.

(End of this chapter)