"Miss Tianaka, I'll leave Shanyun to you. I hope you can send her back to the Song Dynasty and to the people of the National Master's Mansion. Tell them that I will come back safely."

Taketian handed Shanyun over to Miko Tanaka.

Miko Tanaka took it, looked at Wu Tian, ​​and was silent for a moment, saying, "Mr. Wu, I know what you have decided, and it will be useless to say anything more. But I still want to say that if you are not sure of winning, please find a way to escape here and leave the green mountains without worrying about burning firewood."

Wu Tian nodded slightly.

That night, Tanaka Miko took Shinyun and quietly left the capital of Japan.

After seeing them off, Wu Tian lost his concern and devoted himself to the upcoming competition.

It was the day of the competition in a blink of an eye. There were carriages waiting at the post station early in the morning to welcome Wu Tian.

Wu Tian changed into clean clothes and walked out of the station with a Park Knife.

The Japanese waiting outside looked at Wu Tian with a sneer. In their eyes, Wu Tian would soon turn into a corpse.

Wu Tian didn't care about their gaze, and smiled calmly and got on the carriage.

...

Many Japanese people who had already gathered under the Dragon Slaying Platform to watch the fun, and many foreigners who took the opportunity to join in the fun and do some small business.

"You guys say, who will win this time?"

"It goes without saying that of course it's Mr. Miyamoto Musashi!"

"Oh, why?"

"Miyamoto Musashi is our Japanese sword saint. What is a sword saint? He is a god-like existence. How could he lose?"

"That's right, but I heard that Wu Tian was an extraordinary person, and Miyamoto's Kanki died at his hands."

I don’t know who raised this sensitive topic, and the air instantly became solidified.

Then all the disciples of the Kendogan rushed out and surrounded the people who discussed the death of Miyamoto's Kanki.

"Who said Miyamoto's divine tree died at Wu Tian's hands?"

The discussants shut up and dared not reply.

The disciples of the Jiandao Hall all looked very ugly.

"I tell you, Senior Brother Miyamoto Shenmu died at his hands because he was attacked by this despicable villain Wu Tian. If there was a fair one-on-one duel, how could Wu Tian be the opponent of Senior Brother Miyamoto Shenmu?"

"That's right, Wu Tian, ​​a despicable villain, sneak attacked Miyamoto's senior brother Shenmu. This revenge, today our Sword Dojo said that we must avenge everything!"

"All the people of Japan, we are of the same clan and clan. We should unite and cheer for Mr. Miyamoto Musashi, kill this bastard Wu Tian, ​​and revitalize our Japan."

The Japanese people were not sure about the inside story. They were very angry when they heard that Wu Tian used this despicable attack to kill Miyamoto's Kanmu.

"So Wu Tian is such a despicable person. Since that's the case, we support Miyamoto Musashi and must kill this bastard!"

"Yes, kill Wu Tian and wash away the shame of our Japan!"

When the disciples of the Kendo Hall saw that the Japanese people were standing by their side, they showed a cold smile on their lips, and they would be forgiven for whatever they did in the future.

In the lounge facing the Dragon Sword Platform, Miyamoto Musashi sat in front of the window with his eyes blankly, looking at the blue sky silently.

Matsumoto Ichirō walked in and saw Miyamoto Musashi doing this, and couldn't help but sigh slightly.

That day, after he hypnotized Miyamoto Musashi, he regretted it.
Chapter completed!