Land of Iron, Forging Blades Workshop Merchant Guild.
Inside the venue, Shin'yu stood steadily in the center of the arena, surrounded by blood splattered like ink. Countless broken swords and severed limbs littered the stage, and the pungent smell of blood lingered.
Whether on the stage or below, everyone was silent.
This god of death-like young man had been standing here for over a dozen hours. From morning till dusk, countless samurai heroes had come one after another, but all had fallen here.
By the end of the battle, no one dared to clamor anymore, and some didn't even dare to breathe loudly.
The entire competition seemed to have turned into a debunking event. Those samurai seniors they once admired were completely useless in front of the young man, vulnerable to a single blow.
It wasn't that the young man's swordsmanship was so dazzling or unfathomable. On the contrary, the young man even stood there and let them strike, crushing all the samurai with the most simple posture.
No matter if you were a one-man army or a group of a dozen people, the young man remained unmoved. Those fierce sword energies couldn't hurt him in the slightest.
In the end, the young man would sigh in disappointment and unleash a simple and unadorned drawing sword strike. Everyone would fall to the ground like harvested wheat, bleeding and defeated.
Powerful samurai would break their swords, slightly weaker ones might lose a part of their body, and those with false reputations would leave their lives there forever.
"What? No one else?"
Shin'yu spoke, his clear voice cutting through the venue, breaking the silence.
He looked around at the crowd, his expression revealing disappointment.
From beginning to end, he had been looking for someone who could break through the water molecule barrier, because only this kind of unparalleled sharpness deserved him to adapt to it.
His most fundamental purpose was simply to adapt to the slashes and then evolve his "Autumn Dew on Leaves."
But he didn't expect that in the dignified Land of Iron, not a single person could catch his eye.
"Lord Niwa Maya, you can announce the results, right?" He looked towards the main seat.
"Cough cough." Niwa Maya, supporting himself with a cane, stood up, cleared his throat, and announced, "Shin'yu has defended the arena here. Since no one dares to challenge his sharpness, then I announce that the winner of today's martial arts tournament is, Shin'..."
"Hold on!"
At this moment, a shrill voice interrupted him.
Niwa Maya looked up in astonishment, towards the Daimyo of the Land of Iron on the high platform.
"Hehe, I really didn't expect that my Land of Iron would produce such a young hero, not bad, really not bad!" The Daimyo applauded as if no one else was there.
Immediately afterward, applause thundered. Under the leadership of this person in power, both the nobles and the commoners began to applaud.
The applause gradually became sparse, and the Daimyo also opened his folding fan with a smile, "Lord Niwa Maya, today's champion must be this young man, I believe everyone has witnessed it, so there's no need to announce it so early, right~"
"Ah, Lord Daimyo is right." Niwa Maya nodded with a smile.
"Then, I have a request, I wonder if young friend Shin'yu can agree?" The Daimyo asked.
Shin'yu casually said, "Speak."
The air suddenly stagnated. Everyone in the venue, including Niwa Maya, saw Shin'yu's disrespect towards the Daimyo, but... no one dared to say anything.
The Daimyo smiled as if he didn't care, "In my Daimyo's Residence, there are four samurai who, before young friend was born, were tentatively considered the four strongest in the entire Land of Iron. Although they are over half a century old, their swords have no rust..."
He spoke with cadence, coupled with his shrill voice, as if listening to an old nursery rhyme, "Then, could you please help me test them... whether they still have their edge?"
"This..." Niwa Maya's heart sank upon hearing this, but just as he was about to refuse...
"Alright."
Shin'yu's tone was also filled with excitement, the ancient well of his eyes regaining some luster, "Come on, don't spoil my fun."
"Wonderful!" The Daimyo was also very happy, snapping his folding fan shut, "I sent people to invite them out of the mountains long ago, and they have been waiting here for a long time!"
Behind him, four figures appeared, one tall and one short, one fat and one thin. Their figures flickered for a moment, and they were already standing on the arena, surrounding Shin'yu.
They took off their shawls, revealing uniformly white beards and faces covered in wrinkles.
Although time had eroded their bodies, it could not erode their swordsmanship.
Those four bright and sharp eyes were the best proof.
"Hehe, Miss Yukino, don't worry, even if they manage to win by luck, I won't let you marry them~" The Daimyo glanced at the worried Yukino and said with a smile, "How could I bear to let the daughter of the dignified Forging Blades Workshop be reduced to a few old men..."
"Swords have no eyes, young brother, be careful," said the tall old man.
Shin'yu placed his hand on his sword, "Please enlighten me."
"Swish!"
As soon as he finished speaking, four powerful slashes fell, striking Shin'yu.
A loud buzzing sound erupted, but Shin'yu still didn't move. The water shield on his body vibrated frequently, immediately deflecting the slashes and shooting them into the sky.
However, the old Samurai's offensive did not end. They tacitly exchanged positions, their single swords waving like splashing ink, drawing a "cross slash" in the air, tearing through the air.
Shin'yu simply opened his arms, and dense slashes fell upon him. In the dim sunset, the pale blue halo illuminated Shin'yu's body with a pure glow.
In Shin'yu's surprised gaze, the water molecule barrier on his upper body flashed wildly, finally shattering, and the slashes instantly struck!
"Chichi chichi!"
His robe was instantly torn into hundreds of pieces of cloth, revealing his flawless upper body.
The four old men gasped. What did they see? The young man was bathed in the light of the slashes, but the seemingly fierce slashes did not cause any damage to the young man!
His upper body was like divine iron cast, and the blue light flowed, making him look like a smooth and delicate piece of jade.
Despite their shock, the old Samurai did not stop their offensive. Countless slashes rose like waves, completely submerging Shin'yu.
"That's it, that's it! You four, give it your all!"
Shin'yu laughed wildly, his laughter unable to hide his excitement. Since the water molecule barrier on his upper body had been broken, there was no need to maintain it anymore. Only by experiencing the damage firsthand could he adapt faster!
"Mahoraga!!!"
In the bright blue light, a wisp of crimson light shot out from his eyes, and a bone-chilling chill rose into the sky. Everyone seemed to have a feeling of being in an iceberg, and they shivered in unison.
Shin'yu's left eye had already turned into a Mangekyo, beautiful, magnificent, and infinitely gorgeous. The magic circle pattern rotated gently, as if imprinting every sword, every slash, into his mind.
Chakra...
Shape transformation...
Extreme compression...
The water flows swiftly, ceaselessly...
Externalized slashes... forming... a unity of their own!!
In that instant, Shin'yu's eyes flashed brilliantly, his right hand's Frost Descent One Heart instantly unsheathed, his left hand gathering blue light, rapidly forming an ice-blue blade, releasing a radiance like that of eternal ice!
He gripped the sword and blade, suddenly spinning.
Dual Sword Flourish!
The light of Autumn Dew on Leaves solidified into substance, completely changing from ice-blue to jade-green, Shin'yu's blade drawing a perfect circle, the arc glowing emerald green, expanding violently!
At this moment, all other slashes paled in comparison to this arc, it advanced like a hot knife through butter, easily cutting through all slashes, acting on the samurai's blades, sweeping past like a breeze.
"Clang, clang, clang, clang."
This was the sound of broken blades falling to the ground.
The four old samurai coughed up blood one after another, their beards and hair standing on end, and in the blink of an eye, they crashed down from the arena.
Shin'yu sheathed his sword, the light blade in his left hand extinguished and dissipated like a ghostly fire, he stood on the arena, his proud gaze sweeping over the four old samurai one by one.
They were not dead, Shin'yu had calculated the slashes based on their Chakra strength, only leaving a deep, bone-deep cut on each of their chests.
"This scar, left by me, will be the final glory of your remaining lives!"
His voice spread throughout the entire venue, causing the noisy arena to become instantly silent.
It was as if an invisible hand had appeared in the air, fiercely grabbing everyone's throats.
The Land of Iron's Daimyo was dumbfounded, not even noticing when his folding fan fell.
Everyone stared in shock at the young man on the arena who seemed like a god or demon descended to earth, a silent shock echoing in everyone's hearts.
This was destined to be a scene recorded in the Land of Iron's history.
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