Naruto: I, the villain template, was hailed as a savior.

Chapter 117 Is Hanzo really that sharp? (Seeking monthly votes!!)

"At your age, you're still alive?"

Yun Chuan's voice sounded gentle and refined.

But the few words he uttered left everyone speechless, their faces turning ashen as if they had swallowed a fishbone.

"Who dares to speak so disrespectfully to Lord Musashi?!"

The people behind Musashi angrily looked up at the figure, but the moment they caught a glimpse of that deep blue, a pair of amber-like vertical pupils opened beside those eyes.

"Meow."

A casual, lazy meow rang out, followed by a clear, husky voice that said, "Mongrel! Who gave you permission to raise your heads again?"

The moment the words left his mouth, the noisy wind suddenly stopped.

The next moment, it was as if the night sky was collapsing down.

Bang!

I only had time to catch a glimpse of those amber-gold vertical pupils before it suddenly felt like I had crashed into an invisible wall.

In an instant, everyone felt as if they had been struck by a hammer. The air, which seemed to gather like a tidal wave, reached out and pressed against the back of their heads, forcing them to lower their heads!

"What the heck...?"

Everyone present staggered and swayed, as an immense pressure surged from above. Caught off guard, some even knelt on the ground, awkwardly adopting a gesture of worship.

"You bastard! You're asking for it! I..."

Many unruly young people were forced to lower their heads, which was like a bomb exploding in everyone's minds. They shouted angrily while trying to stand up and raise their heads.

But the next moment, those amber-like vertical pupils drifted over gently.

Bang! !

Instantly, they felt the wind pressure above their heads become even more terrifying, as if a giant boulder was pressing down on their heads and backs.

This left their anger and shame stuck in place, their throats boiling with rage yet unable to utter a single word.

—A strange monster has infiltrated this standoff within the Rain Fortress.

Everyone felt a surge of horror and fear, and they struggled to look at the two figures in front of them.

Behind Musashi, Yoshitaka's face was flushed, his back was gradually bent under the weight, and he felt as if his thoughts were stuck in gelatin, and his limbs were stiffening.

It felt as if I was squeezed into the gap of an invisible wall. The only thing I could feel was the faint, almost stagnant, flow of air when I breathed.

At the critical moment, a strong and steady arm reached out and gently pulled him, saving him from almost suffocating.

"Heh! Cough cough! Lord Musashi, that guy..."

Yilong felt like a drowning person surfacing, desperately trying to draw all the oxygen into his lungs, but the chill made him cough instinctively, his face flushed a disheveled red.

He looked up at the old man's back, only to be shocked to find that Hanzo had vanished.

On the tower, a tall figure cast a shadow in front of Yun Chuan.

"You brat!"

Hanzo appeared before Yun Chuan, his long, light-gold hair billowing in the wind. His eyes, filled with coldness and sharpness, stared at Yun Chuan as he said in a deep voice, "You dare to make me bow my head!"

As he finished speaking, he swung his kusarigama, the blade whistling through the air with a sharp, piercing sound.

But in the next moment, reflected in Hanzo's pale golden pupils.

The figure he hadn't noticed before, the black cat that had been lying on Yun Chuan's shoulder, got up and stared straight at him, a human-like coldness flashing in its amber vertical pupils.

Bang! !

A terrifying wind pressure burst forth from all around, causing Hanzo's slightly cold eyes to freeze instantly. His figure, which had been leaping into the air, froze, but the sharp blade he swung did not stop for a moment.

Whoosh!

Despite being suppressed by the surrounding air, this slash created a sonic boom, tearing through the gel-like air and piercing Yun Chuan's neck without any hindrance!

Yun Chuan met his gaze with his deep eyes and smiled, "So sharp, Hanzo?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he took a small step forward, narrowly avoiding the sickle, gripping the scabbard at his waist with his left hand and the hilt of the sword at his waist with his right.

Click, hiss!

In an instant, the scarlet katana at his waist, as red as flesh and blood, was drawn from its sheath. The blade patterns were clearly visible, spreading out like open eyes, revealing a ferocious nature.

"Whoosh!" With a quick breath, the katana was drawn and aimed straight for Hanzo's neck!

Look closely! Breathe deeply! Make a precise cut at the mouth of a carp! Cut it off! Slice it off!

Moon Breathing - First Form!

Dark Moon, Palace of Night!

The speed of the Iaijutsu is so fast that the blade is not visible, and the blade's edge is so fast that only the hazy moonlight can be seen.

But in that instant, the slash missed its mark, and Hanzo's eyes flickered.

Wei Ning's gaze followed the blade, and he suddenly tugged at the chain, pulling the scythe back with an even faster, unbelievable speed.

Clang!

Amidst the exploding sparks and flames, he single-handedly blocked a single attack with a Iaijutsu!

Seeing this, Yun Chuan did not show any surprise. After all, this was the renowned Hanzo. If he couldn't even keep up with or block a single strike, then he was just a person with a reputation but no substance.

But that's not all.

"Die!" A furious shout suddenly rang out.

In an instant, Hanzo had adapted to the stagnant air pressure, and his previously slow movements became swift again.

After parrying the iaido attack, he raised his scythe high and brought it down fiercely!

The force of this strike was as brutal and ruthless as a ferocious lion pouncing, and its speed seemed to be unimpeded by the stagnant air.

The "Manifestation Style" is known for its overwhelming power and speed, and this is one of its deadly moves, "Lion Manifestation".

If you can't block in time, your head will fall to the ground and be severed; if you parry, your weapon will be thrown from your hand, but your head will still fall to the ground!

This strike was like a lion pouncing, aimed straight for a life!

But this time, Hanzo, the lion, didn't pounce on a rabbit, but on a predator just as fierce as a lion.

Faced with the overwhelming power and forceful suppression of the "Manifestation Stream," the best approach is to counterattack with absolute courage and momentum!

At that moment, two white breaths quietly escaped from the corners of Yun Chuan's mouth, and the blood in his veins surged like a hot current.

Bang! !

Instead of retreating, Yun Chuan advanced, stomping his foot on the ground. The reaction force sent countless stone chips flying from the floor.

His left hand, which was originally resting on the scabbard, gripped the hilt of the sword together with his right hand, and he swung the katana horizontally with both hands.

Swinging from right to left, Yun Chuan's katana, less than thirty inches long, drew out a blade of light several meters long, resembling a scarlet crescent moon.

Moon Breathing - Eighth Form - Moon Dragon Tail!

The next moment, the horizontal arc of light, full of fighting spirit, met the fierce and unstoppable lion's appearance, both of them with violent, savage, and unstoppable momentum!

Clang!

A burst of intense golden sparks bloomed in the air between the two, blossoming like iron trees in the night sky, illuminating Musashi's aged face below, which was filled with solemnity and complexity.

"Am I really old?" He looked at the sword at his waist, gripped the scabbard tightly, and whispered, "No, at least, I can still wield the sword."

One more chapter; it's been a while since I wrote any action scenes, so it's been a bit of a struggle to come up with.

(End of this chapter)