"The 'time zero' of seeing the principal again after many years is still as unpredictable as it was back then!" Inuyama Kaga admired.

He was angry, and seemed to be about to go to the end of the game to fight Ange for life and death at any time, but when it came to the end, his face sank.

"Don't talk to me like that, as if it were not my spirit but my sword." Ange smiled, "I remember that you used the seventh-order moment just now, Ah He, didn't you make progress?" ”

"Let's ask the headmaster to see what I'm waiting for." Inuyamaga slowly crouched, pressing the knife at his side, imagining in his mind a sharp knife that could cut through Ange's defenses.

For this knife, he has been practicing for sixty-two years, and sixty-two years of time and millions of swings are condensed on the blade of this knife, and even a mountain in front of him should be cut open......

He had a reason to defeat Ange, he gambled his whole life to defeat this man, and if he failed, his sixty-two years of life would be meaningless.

Ange's posture was still relaxed, and the stronger Inuyama's murderous intent became, the stronger the mockery on his face.

“バカ！” Ange said suddenly.

No one expected him to break the silence like this and spray this authentic Japanese word like a sword in his mouth at Inuyamaga.

The clear sound of the sword pierced in front of Tamamo.

See, spit, cut, pull, cut!

Eighth-order instant! Two hundred and fifty-six times the speed of the slash!

Inuyamaga's figure disappeared, but when he reappeared, he was blocked in front of Ange's body, obviously breaking through the peak of the moment, but this move was not even able to do the step of blood vibration, because Ange intercepted his blade.

The text Norizong slammed into the middle of the Onimaru Kunitsuna, which was the center of a knife blade, and it was the "eye" of the enemy in the sword duel.

Ange was still able to pinpoint his weakest position in Inuyama's speed of 256 times, and swung his sword with an understatement, just an understatement......

Inuyamaga turned, turned into a shadow again, and rushed towards Ange for the second time.

Visual! Tuna! Cut of the carp mouth! Unplugged! Cut it!

The second round of Juhe slashing, the eighth-order instant, two hundred and fifty-six times the speed of slashing!

Again he was held back by Ange.

Ange has always been unsheathed by only one word, and Chang Zeng Mihu has always carried it on his shoulders, and he still tosses and falls from time to time.

In the face of the Snake Clan's eight supreme sword saints, the decisive battle with all their strength was as easy as a leisurely stroll.

Does such a man really have a weakness? How strong can you defeat such a man?

Round 3...... Round 4...... Round 5...... Inuyamaga flashed back and forth against Ange, and each time it poured a torrential rain of knife light on Ange, and the sound of the knife cutting through the air overlapped layer by layer, sounding like a frenzy in the sky.

No one could see how their arms were swinging, and the knives they swung were reduced to a series of afterimages.

The sword light and sword shadow rolled up the gold dust all over the ground, and only in the gap where the gold dust was cut in the sky could you see the trajectory of their sword, and the sword light almost filled all the space around the two of them.

"Eighth-order instant? That waste of the Inuyama family actually used the moment of the eighth order? ”

"But what about the eighth order, Ah He, you are still too slow, you are so old that you step into the coffin with one foot, are you only at the level of the eighth order? Have you only cared about the pleasure of Heling's goddaughter for the past sixty-two years? ”

"Swordsmanship has been practiced to the belly of a dog! I thought you'd make some progress, but it seems like it's only 'a little'. ”

"It's so sad, Ahe, who has always regarded me as a target, has been living in my shadow, and feels like he is in a desperate situation all the time......"

Without moving at all, or even turning around, Ange swung his sword at the same speed, mocking, while yelling meanly, "Too slow! Too slow! Too slow! ”

It seems that no matter how far Inuyamaga's Iai has reached, how sharp his sword skills are, it seems that if he doesn't cut through Ange's defenses once, in Ange's eyes, this student will always be a waste.

In the blessing of the eighth-order instant, Inuyama He had already swung hundreds and thousands of swords, and he had already swung his swords to the point of some numbness, but he was still suppressed by Ange, and he couldn't move an inch......

What a humiliation...... Inuyama felt as if her nerves were aching...... From sixty years ago to the present day, Ange has always humiliated him.

1945 was the year of Japan's defeat and the darkest year for the Inuyama family.

After the emperor announced his unconditional surrender, the U.S. forces occupied Japan, and the Snake Hachika family was also hit with near-destruction.

The post-war streets were covered with mud, with U.S. jeeps and pickup trucks speeding by, and water and mud on the ground splashed high onto pedestrians' kimonos and paper umbrellas.

The U.S. military laughed loudly in the back seat of the car, shouting and swearing in English that they didn't understand.

If they see a woman or girl on the side of the street, they will take them away with impunity, and they will be swept away by the angry eyes of others and the screams of women in defiance.

Inuyama was an eighteen-year-old kid who ran through the streets in the Inuyama family's kimono.

The standing water on the side of the road would splash his clogs and white socks, and the puddle of cherry blossom petals would always reflect the boy's hurried figure.

He would get up early every day, carry a few black and white photographs painted with paint in his arms, run to the port of Tokyo, look at the steel warships from the United States from a distance, and wave his hand loudly to introduce that he is the current head of the Inuyama family, and that there are the most beautiful women under his hands.

In such a hurry, Inuyama has been holding on for almost a whole year.

This is the business that their Inuyama family has been passing down for generations, and to put it mildly, it is a pimp and a mother San.

Inuyama is the last remaining man in the Inuyama family.

So even if he broke his legs and shouted loudly, he wouldn't be able to see the Inuyama family fall in his hands.

But it backfired, and when the other families saw the decline of the Inuyama family, they all reached into the custom industry and wanted to rob the Inuyama family's women and business.

Inuyama He didn't get a job for a few days until this day.

A white battleship sailed from the junction of the sea and the sky, and a huge shadow covered the crowd gathered in the port of Tokyo.

Its pitch-black turret resembles the arms of giants, and the American Navy Corps stands on it in uniform white uniforms, condescending, with the pride of a victor on its face.

That battleship was called the USS Iowa.

A senior U.S. Navy officer wearing a white military cap pinned to his armpits stepped down the gangway, his body standing tall and heroic.

Other pimps flocked to him, introducing the youngest and best girl in their own country in broken English.

Inuyama He also squeezed in desperately, but unfortunately he was too thin and weak, and he couldn't squeeze in no matter how he squeezed.

Surprisingly, the U.S. Navy officer at the head didn't answer anyone, and his eyes searched the crowd for something until he saw Inuyama in the outermost area.

The officer pushed away the crowd and walked straight in front of Inuyama, looked at the tattoo exposed under Inuyama's torn sleeves, and asked calmly, "The children of the Inuyama family?" ”

Inuyama looked up at the majestic man like a general, and out of nowhere came out of nowhere, his head was held high, and his muddy face was full of stubbornness, "It's the man of the Inuyama family!" ”

His tone was extremely stubborn.

"Men? I don't think so. The officer sneered, "I'm a half-breed from the United States, and I'll tell you that the head of your family, the messenger of the secret party is here." ”

"I'm the current head of the Inuyama family!" Inuyama said, "My name is Inuyama, and I can represent the Inuyama family. ”

"Inuyama Ho, is it?" The officer leaned down, looked at Inuyama's clear eyes, and straightened up, "My name is Hilbert Jean Angers, I'm here to negotiate, you can choose peace or dignity." ”

There is only one choice between peace and dignity, either surrender and surrender and you can live, or dignity and die generously with dignity...... What an arrogant self-introduction, the boy, who was only eighteen years old at the time, thought to himself.

Hilbert Jean Angers looked up at the washed sky, holding an unlit paper cigarette.

Inuyama later learned that this man was a staff officer of the U.S. Navy, serving as a lieutenant colonel, and he was also a half-race from the United States, the leader of a mixed-race organization called the Secret Party.

Peace is submission, dignity is death, and from the first day of the meeting, Angers explained his principles.

So he worshipped Ange as a teacher, gained strength and power, but also received endless humiliation.

But all this is voluntary, and he can give everything, including life, and even dignity, for the rise of the Inuyama family.

"Too slow! Too slow! Too slow! Ange yelled, "Is that all?" Is that all? ”

Ange always yells like this in his memory.

"It's too slow, Aga! Is this your full strength, that's all! ”

"Ahe, why don't you try to cut down the old lady who crossed the road, the only remaining man in the Inuyama family is a waste like you!"

Again and again, insulting words were shot like sharp arrows, carrying wooden sticks or bamboo knives.

Inuyamaga roared again and again and fought back, and was knocked to the ground again and again, his body covered in bruises, and his self-esteem was bruised.

Hilbert Jean Angers stomped on his chest with shiny leather boots, as if to crush Inuyama's pride as belonging to the last man in the Inuyama family.

In his eyes, he's just a puppy with incomplete teeth, right?

But no matter what, Ange was his teacher, something Inuyama had been reluctant to admit for many years, and it was precisely because of him as a teacher that the Inuyama family was revived as he wished, and even stronger than it was at its peak.

The entire Japanese custom industry was covered by the Inuyama family 60 percent, and those families who had fallen into the well to carve up the Inuyama family's power fell apart one by one.

Inuyama He also became the first head of the Japanese branch, and his power in the Snake Eight family even overshadowed the head of the family for a while, and he had a unique voice in the Snake Eight family.

But always be careful in front of that man, who laughs at Inuyamaga all the time, using all the spicy language.

Inuyamaga didn't dare to resist, he was too weak, and everything about him was given by Ange.

In the past, Inuyama He had nothing but dignity, but now Inuyama has lost his dignity alone.

He seemed to have everything but dignity, and it was as if he had lost the only thing he had.

The people of the Eight Clans insinuated that he was one of Angers' dogs, a weak waste who had borrowed strength from American half-breeds to dictate in front of his own countrymen.

Inuyama never refutes, because this is a fact, it is a choice he has made, and he has no choice between keeping his dignity and destroying the Inuyama family together or abandoning his self-esteem to make the family rise.

But to whom did he speak of his pain?

Every time Ange stepped on his head and taunted him, his eyes were level with the ground, he would think of himself being pushed down in the mud by the foreigners.

Those people also stepped on Inuyama's head, coaxed the territory that belonged to the Inuyama family, and tore the women's kimonos.

Women who dare to resist will be slapped heavily, and as long as they beg for mercy, it will arouse the men's animal desires even more.

Until the men put on their clothes again and spat away, the women lay on the ground, their fair skin covered with red marks, and they suffered silently from beginning to end, like a piece of dehydrated dead meat.

Whenever this happens, Inuyamaga would come to them with her bruised body and cover her muddy kimono over the unclothed woman.

He was very good to prostitutes, and it was not uncommon for him to be beaten by his clients in order to gain their benefits.

Because in his eyes, the prostitute who sells himself for money is like the second sister he doesn't want to see again, and he can only atone for his 'can't do' in this way. ”

"Ahe, life is like this, you choose some things, you have to abandon others." Sixty-five years ago, Ange's words before he left echoed in his ears.

"Now that you have the power and the Inuyama family has risen, that won't happen again."

Yes, teacher, that will never happen again, but dignity has been thrown away forever...... Teacher, do you know that I am angry when I am trampled on by those people, but I am sad when I am trampled on the soles of my feet by you......

What I look forward to is that everyone in my family can live with dignity...... We have risen, but we have lost our dignity forever......

You step on the last man of the Inuyama family and deprive him of the only dignity left in his life.

"I don't despise gangsters, I just despise trash! Want dignity? Yes! Knock me down, and I'll have it! Ange sneered in his ear.

Is that a teacher? Do you have dignity when you are defeated?

That year, he was eighteen years old and Ange was sixty-eight.

But in the end, he couldn't do it.

Is that a teacher? Do you have dignity when you are defeated?

He was eighty-three years old and Ange one hundred and thirty-two.

The result?

"I'm a man from the Inuyama family!" The roar drowned out the sound of the sword.

In a ninth-order instant, five hundred and twelve-fold divine speed slash!

The eighteen-year-old boy in the depths of Inuyamaga's soul has crossed sixty-five years of time and space, and roared like an angry lion with him now.

A flash of sword light shone out from the scabbard, and the overlapping sword light and sword shadow like a tsunami were slashed by this knife, and the arc drawn by Onimaru Kunitsuna was as beautiful as a girl's eyebrows......

Across the entire Tamamo front!

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