"Your Juhe slash is too slow, the speed is not good, the explosiveness is not enough, and it is soft as if you haven't eaten enough."

Abel commented unceremoniously.

This also made the inner corner more and more pale, and he looked a little lost.

Although he still has other swordsmanship that he hasn't shown, it wasn't all his strength just now.

But the kitchen knife on the top of his head made him unable to have the idea of fighting again.

Not only is the opponent far ahead of him in speed and strength, but he doesn't know how much he is ahead of him in terms of skill.

The two sides are not at all opponents of the same level.

Now the inner corner finally knows why the other party dares to set up such a sign and openly provoke.

This powerful strength is the confidence of the other party to dare to do this!

"I lost, I'm not as good as others."

Wow!

As soon as these words came out, the audience was in an uproar!

Before this, no one expected that the powerful Lijiao-sama would actually lose, and he lost so powerlessly.

It's also a defeat, what's the difference between the inner corner and those people before?

As for whether the inner corner is too big and underestimates the enemy, who cares?

Losing is losing, and to a certain extent, it represents the loss of the Iron Country.

It's very aggrieved, and I feel very ashamed!

At this moment, many people who watched the excitement from the outside couldn't laugh, and they were very eager to hope that someone could stand up and defeat each other and defend the honor of the Iron Country.

"Well, let's go back and practice for a few more years. This knife belongs to me, and if you want to go back, call someone stronger. To be honest, so far, I don't think your warriors in the Iron Nation are as strong as Er'er. Maybe it was a mistake for me to come here this time. ”

Abel noticed the angry looks of the crowd around him, and immediately added a handful of firewood to make the fire burn more vigorously.

Sure enough, as soon as such a fire-fueling word came out, many people couldn't help but start cursing loudly directly.

At the same time, he is constantly looking for someone in the crowd who can go out to fight.

"Sato, you're here too. Great, if it's you, you'll be able to defeat this outspoken guy! ”

"Huh? Me me. That's right, I've been feeling colic in my stomach since I woke up this morning, so I'll leave this opportunity to someone else, I'll go first. ”

"Ichiro Yamamoto, you're a samurai under Lord Mifune, can you bear this breath? Just let this stranger be so arrogant on our turf? ”

Ichiro Yamamoto smiled bitterly, his face as black as the bottom of a pot.

What could he do?

Even the inner corner of the big man whose strength far surpassed him lost so simply, what did he do up there? Do you use it as a stepping stone for each other?

And the katana in his hand is something he has saved for a long time and asked a famous swordsmith to build it, so it must not be exported so inexplicably.

So Ichiro Yamamoto chose to play dead.

But it turns out that not everyone is like Sato and Ichiro Yamamoto.

"In Shimomiyamoto Kojiro, please advise!"

"The big disciple of the Flower Moon Sect Daoist Hall, Songhua smiled."

"Samurai Echizen Ryoma."

One after another, people who knew or didn't know each other came forward to challenge Abel, knowing that they would lose, but they also wanted to do their part.

Even if it consumes a trace of Abel's strength, or makes him make an extra move and a half, it is the result of their best efforts.

Just to be able to drag on until the arrival of the man who has made the final decision!

"Come on, good job!"

"You are all samurai role models in my Iron Country!"

"What if you know that you will lose, daring to show your sword is the will of iron!"

More and more people began to spontaneously cheer for those who challenged the game, and even if they lost, they would be applauded and comforted by everyone.

This kind of plot is placed in film and television dramas, and it is generally the protagonist who makes a shining appearance at the last moment, and then condenses everyone's belief to defeat the strong enemy BOSS!

"Well, it's me who co-authored the BOSS again."

At this time, Abel's back was already full of all kinds of swords and weapons, all of which were left by the people who came to challenge, and there were some fine ones.

Of course, this also attracted a great deal of hatred for him.

It's a pity that none of the people in the Iron Country are 'eye ninjas', otherwise, it is estimated that he would be able to kill and melt him a hundred times just by looking at him.

"The 99th knife, who else?"

For a while, there was silence.

All the onlookers of the Iron Nation were shocked.

99 knives means that the opponent has won 99 games in a row!

And there is still not the slightest hint of exhaustion.

In addition, if you let the opponent win one more game, it will be a hundred wins, that is, a hundred kills!

If they really get this kind of achievement, then they will really not be able to raise their heads in the Iron Country in the future.

So at this time, no one dares to be reckless anymore.

Whoever loses the next game will be a sinner nailed to the pillar of shame!

In this case, the man that everyone has been waiting for for a long time finally appeared.

"Get out of the way, get out of the way! It's Mifune-sama here! ”

"What? Mifune-sama is really here? ”

"Great, thank goodness. If Mifune-sama ignores it, he may really want the other party to step on the prestige of our Iron Country samurai. ”

"It's really stable now, no matter how powerful this guy is, it's impossible to win Mifune-sama!"

"That's right, Mifune-sama is invincible!"

。。。。。

Like the stars holding the moon, Mifune went straight inside, and then saw the somewhat arrogant sign on the ground.

Then he came to Abel without any expression.

"My name is Mifune, and I am the general of the Iron Country, the leader of all the samurai. Who is your Excellency? What is the purpose of doing this? ”

"Nameless swordsman, not worth mentioning. As for the purpose, your knife is good, can you give it to me and take it? ”

Finally waited for the main master, and Abel was a little more serious.

After all, Mifune still has two brushes, which cannot be underestimated.

"Want my knife?"

Mifune looked at the swords stuck behind the other party, his brow furrowed slightly.

"If you don't dare to fight, retreat, the general of the Iron Country, that's just it."

In the face of such a clumsy agitation method, Mifune certainly would not be fooled.

But in the current situation, he had no other choice.

If even he retreated, it would be a major blow to his prestige, and it would also seriously hurt the faith of the people of the Iron Country.

As soon as he thought of this, he knew that he couldn't hide from today's battle.

"In that case, then learn your Excellency's tricks!"

As he spoke, Mifune had already grasped the hilt of his sword, and his posture was as if it were instinct.

Then, with a bang, he disappeared in an instant.

When Mifune's figure reappeared, it was already a few meters behind Abel, and the famous sword Kurosawa was slowly returning to its sheath!

When the boom sounded.

Half of the kitchen knife spun and plunged headlong into the ground.

(End of chapter)