The Ancestral Legacy Begins in the Wild West

Chapter 105 The Foremost Strategist of the Warring States Period

Takeda remained silent. He simply raised his hand and—"Bang!"

The bullet grazed Zhang Chang'an's cheek, so it didn't even shave off a single strand of his hair.

"I knew I wouldn't be able to explain myself properly—" As Zhang Chang'an turned to the side to deflect the bullet, he had already completed the gathering of strength to twist his waist, turn around, and squat down.

After inheriting the profession of Heavenly Might Night Scout, his martial arts skills didn't change significantly. However, being a military profession, his current combat skills and movements were much simpler and more practical than before. "Clang!"

The moment Bingzi Jiaolin shattered the second bullet that came his way, he kicked off the edge of the roof and shot across the burning street below like an arrow, heading straight for the roof opposite.

Just then, Takeda reached behind him with his other hand and pulled out a short, constricted metal tube from under his back armor. With a flick of his wrist, the tube suddenly extended into a spear taller than a man.

"Whoosh!" Before Zhang Chang'an could land, the wide and long spearhead suddenly thrust towards him.

Zhang Chang'an's pupils contracted slightly in mid-air, but he immediately turned his contracted body slightly.

clang-!

Swords and spears clashed, sparks flying. Zhang Chang'an slashed in mid-air, deflecting the spear, and used the force of the blow to twist his direction in mid-air, where he had nowhere to brace himself, before landing on the edge of the roof.

"Crack—" The tiles beneath his feet shattered with a crack, but Zhang Chang'an had already stood firm on this side.

"call!"

Without uttering any unnecessary words, Takeda retrieved the spear that had been deflected and immediately thrust it towards Zhang Chang'an's feet.

"Crack!" The iron spear shattered the roof tiles instantly, and a section of the eaves beneath Zhang Chang'an's feet collapsed. Fortunately, his martial arts skills were no longer limited to Hung Kuen. Even though he hadn't yet found his footing, it didn't hinder him from using his movement techniques.

The black tiles below were shattered, but Zhang Chang'an seemed completely unaffected, effortlessly leaping to the higher roof ridge.

"Clang!" As he flipped over, Bingzi Jiaolin slashed horizontally, instantly forcing back Takeda's pursuit.

The two finally stood still, standing three zhang apart, and looked at each other.

Under the moonlight, Takeda's kimono fluttered slightly in the night breeze, the diamond-shaped Takeda crest clearly etched. He held his spear in both hands, his posture as steady as a mountain.

Zhang Chang'an slightly adjusted his posture, while shaking his head and cursing, "Is this the greatest strategist of the Warring States period?"

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He stepped forward, his blade pointed directly at Takeda: "A sword at your waist, a spear in your backhand. You so-called great swordsmen are all the same, each boasting of your swordsmanship, each wielding a spear longer than the last."

As a modern person with limited education, his understanding of these Japanese people was basically limited to the names he had just heard and their general identities.

But he was once a spirited martial arts school student, and naturally there was a period when he was obsessed with the martial arts and military affairs of various countries.

Therefore, he knew that those famous Japanese generals who were later deified were like this: everyone seemed to have great swordsmanship, but in reality, almost none of them used a knife on the battlefield.

Only the one below, Oni no Hirato, is somewhat honest. Honda Tadakatsu has been famous for his spear since ancient times, and the famous spear he uses is called Tonbokiri.

It is said that if a dragonfly lands on it, it will be immediately cut in half. In its early years, it was more than three meters long. In its later years, it was no longer usable, so a section was cut off, which was still more than three meters long.

Of course, the Tiger of Kai in front of Zhang Chang'an is known for his command skills, so it seems that we can't expect too much from him in terms of combat.

Wu Tian was standing very close to Zhang Chang'an, so he could hear everything Zhang Chang'an said clearly.

However, Takeda's face remained expressionless. He simply looked at Zhang Chang'an, then put away his flintlock pistol, holding the guns with both hands, pointing them directly at Zhang Chang'an's throat.

"Come!"

Zhang Chang'an didn't hold back. He stomped his foot, shattering the tiles, and pounced like a tiger descending a mountain. Bingzi Jiaolin raised the tiles from below with a clang!

The gun barrel held the blade, sparks flying.

Takeda's strength was greater than Zhang Chang'an had anticipated. The craftsmanship of that retractable spear was indeed excellent; it showed no signs of deformation when it collided with the Bingzi Jiaolin in his hand.

However, Zhang Chang'an, now recovered, was still stronger and quickly pinned down the spear in his hand. He then immediately turned his blade, sliding it down the shaft of the spear and aiming straight for Takeda's fingers that were gripping it.

"Clang!" Takeda sheathed his spear and deflected the longsword. At the same time, he immediately retreated, sweeping the butt of his spear to force back Zhang Chang'an's pursuit.

But he had only taken half a step back when Zhang Chang'an's knife arrived, and without a word, it spun around with him, clanging loudly.

Five consecutive slashes, each faster and more ruthless than the last. This was precisely his physical prowess at that moment.

On this narrow, sloping roof, Takeda found it difficult to move around freely.

Zhang Chang'an, well aware of the key points of close combat against long weapons, relentlessly pursued Wu Tian, ​​making his spear movements appear clumsy and gaining no advantage. Wu Tian retreated repeatedly, each step shattering a tile, yet he could not create any distance. However, he was, after all, a commander, not one of those generals renowned for their martial prowess. Therefore, he never considered a direct confrontation.

With a clang, Wu Tian blocked Zhang Chang'an's long sword once again, then suddenly withdrew his spear and turned to the side, causing Zhang Chang'an to lose his strength.

At the same time, the butt of his gun slammed into the tile at Zhang Chang'an's feet.

"Splash!"

Another section of the roof collapsed, and Zhang Chang'an's body immediately plummeted downwards. He instantly adjusted his footing and landed on the roof beam of the next lower level.

Before he could even get his footing, Takeda's gun arrived again, once more embedding itself in the roof beam.

"Click!"

The roof beam snapped open, and Zhang Chang'an immediately jumped and turned, slashing at Takeda Shingen with his sword in mid-air.

Takeda gritted his teeth and parried with his gun, but the blow still forced him back two steps.

He had indeed underestimated the power of the steam demon in front of him.

Having finally managed to completely defend against it and just regained his footing, Zhang Chang'an's second strike came, this time a horizontal slash aimed straight at his waist.

At this point, he was extremely close to the edge of the house, and if he retreated any further, he would have nowhere left to go.

However, Takeda dodged the attack by sidestepping the blade. Just as Zhang Chang'an was about to turn around and give chase, he suddenly used his Death Eye to catch the guy's little movement.

As Takeda turned around, he casually pulled something from his waist and threw it at Zhang Chang'an.

It was a throwing knife with a small handle.

Zhang Chang'an turned his head to avoid it, and the thing immediately flew past his ear.

He immediately noticed something was wrong; the thing was making a hissing sound.

"wrong!"

He looked back and saw that the thing was nailed to the roof ridge behind him, its tail still emitting white smoke.

"boom!"

A large burst of steam erupted, blasting the iron throwing knives into countless fragments.

Zhang Chang'an raised his arms to protect his face, using his steam exoskeleton to sweep away most of the debris.

Turning around again, he saw Takeda, who was standing on the edge of the roof, had turned around again and was swinging his spear at him.