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

Chapter 168 When good-for-nothings gather together, they are nothing more than a rabble.

"you……"

Before Black Iron could recover from the shock of being slashed three times in an instant, he felt a chilling aura emanating from the brat in front of him.

"He kept saying he wanted to challenge Musashi, who was once a 'Sword Saint,' which made me think I could take this opportunity to sharpen my sword after a long time."

Nagato's eyes, covered by a black cloth, swept over Kurogane's body, his slightly impatient tone like the grinding teeth of a blood-sucking bat in the dead of night: "But you, you're not a pure swordsman at all."

"Using tactile illusions in swordsmanship is a low-class trick that really makes me feel uncomfortable."

Upon hearing this, Kurogane's nerves tightened, and he subconsciously gripped his katana, narrowing his cloudy eyes.

Was it discovered so quickly?

The little devil in front of me is clearly blind.

It should only be possible to perceive things through touch and hearing.

"...Hmph, brat, what do you know?"

Kurogane pondered for a moment, his eyes flashing slightly, and then he sneered, "Times have changed. Victory is the most important thing. The means used are not important. And the swordsmanship of the samurai is outdated. We must keep up with the times."

Upon hearing this, Nagato's displeasure dissipated, replaced by disdain and indifference.

A piece of trash whose beliefs have been shattered and who has given up on his path.

"Pathetic." Nagato's quiet, profound voice echoed, "In that case, die."

As soon as he finished speaking, a chilling aura, seemingly capable of freezing blood, flowed through him, causing the expressions of Black Iron and the warriors who had formed a tight encirclement around him to change.

"Form ranks!"

With a loud shout from Kurogane, the surrounding samurai simultaneously drew their swords.

Having his secrets exposed, Kurogane no longer concealed himself, unleashing the chakra accumulated within his body. The surrounding dust was suddenly blown away by the strong wind, and he took a step forward, unleashing the first strike that struck everyone.

Xu! Po! Ji!

He didn't use his full strength in the brief exchange just now. If his speed was 1 when he was testing the waters, then now that he's going all out, he's almost reaching 10.

The blade struck even before his shout, yet Nagato simply parried it with a blank expression.

Clang!

The clear, resonant sound of swords echoed through the wide alley. Nagato's steps shifted slightly backward, and the black iron in mid-air was sent flying by the short sword he had swung.

But before Nagato could even pause after swinging his short sword, two other samurai attacked from the front and back, their perfect coordination seizing the opportune moment.

The black iron that flew backwards only paused for a moment before landing on the wall, its slightly bent feet landing on the wall the next instant.

Bang! !

Several cracks appeared in the center of the wall, spreading out like flowers.

After his first strike failed, he didn't stop. Instead, he used the momentum to kick the wall, creating numerous cracks, and then charged at high speed towards Nagato, who was being surrounded!

Working in conjunction with other samurai, this strike was faster, more ferocious, and more deadly than the previous one!

Nagato's movements were extremely fast, without any pause. He suddenly stood up, spun around, and drew his sword to slash out.

Flash Sheath - Eight O'Clock Rush!

Clang! Clang!

Fireworks and a gust of wind create a deafening roar that could rip your eardrums.

Nagato unleashed a high-volume barrage of slashes with his short sword, leaving very few openings and retracting his attacks with lightning speed, instantly sending several samurai who had been swinging their swords flying backward.

But after simultaneously blocking several powerful slashes imbued with chakra by the samurai, the black blade in Kurogane's hand, with an almost tyrannical aura, seamlessly followed and bit towards him.

Bang! !

Nagato, who didn't have time to turn around, slung the short sword behind his back, but even so, he couldn't help but be jolted by the blow that was delivered with the force of the attack, causing the blade to point upwards!

But the Black Knights weren't going to give him any time to breathe; cracks had already appeared in the ground around him once more.

The surrounding samurai, including the ones who had been knocked away, stomped through the ground and walls and flew over, unleashing their swords with almost nonstop speed. The blades flew from all around and aimed at Nagato's face and neck!

Bang!Bang!Bang!

Round 1, Round 2, Round 3...

Cracks appeared on the two walls, which had been repeatedly stepped on and used for leverage by the samurai. The power and speed of the launched swords increased exponentially with each round. Blade flashes and wind ripples swept over Nagato like a raging tidal wave.

The wind pressure and the glint of blades swept through the entire alley, even slicing the red light of the setting sun into pieces, like light falling through the dense branches of a tree, turning into a cage with nowhere to go, confining Nagato within.

——Three Suns and Moon Sword Formation.

The well-coordinated samurai, no longer fighting alone as before, formed a cyclical pattern by relying on the terrain, forcibly suppressing Nagato, who was alone.

"..."

Nagato's brows furrowed as he parried with his short sword, sparks flying like metallurgical metal, filling the surrounding area with an impenetrable barrier.

Even if he could block most of the slashes with his speed while wielding his short sword, the next moment would be the clear, flashing light of swords and blades that would cut him apart, and the storm of slashes would not be over until he was killed.

"Kid, so what if you're fast? You only have one hand. How many times can you block it?"

Seeing Nagato still managing to withstand such a relentless onslaught, Kurogane, his heart heavy, tried to find a weakness in him with words, sneering, "If you make even the slightest mistake, the outcome will be decapitation and your soul severed from the blade!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the black blade he swung flashed past Nagato's eyes.

click!

This time, it didn't seem to be the sound of blades clashing.

A broken piece of the blade shot into the air, spun, and then plummeted down, embedding itself deeply into the ground at an angle.

Black Iron finally lost his composure, staring wide-eyed in astonishment as if he had seen something unbelievable.

"you……"

The katana in Kurogane's hand was cut in half by something, and several samurai's slashes came from above behind Nagato.

"idiot."

As if looking down at the black iron before him, Nagato, with his back to the black warriors who were attacking, said coldly, "No matter how many pieces of trash gather together, they are nothing more than a rabble."

As soon as he finished speaking, reflected in the shrinking pupils of the black iron, six twisted scarlet thorns shot into the sky with the sound of something tearing through flesh.

"Blood Demon Art: Flying Blood Thorns!"

The next moment, a chilling whistling sound filled the air.

Six thorns met the samurai's blade from behind, instantly exploding into a dazzling display of sparks in the alley, scattering like a shattered silver bottle across every inch of space, illuminating Black Iron's pale face!

Bang! Crack! Crack!

"ah!!"

Thorns with sharp spikes swirled around Nagato, their whistling sounds like the loud cries of blood-red insects flapping their wings. The sounds of armor shattering and samurai screaming mingled, engulfing the wide alleyway like a storm.

I overslept, so this chapter is shorter, only two thousand words. I'll post six thousand words tonight.

(End of this chapter)