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Chapter 89: Chapter 42 Ghost Rider and…

Xuanfu Guerilla General Zhang Jie collided with a Japanese pirate general, both were surprised by the other’s strength as they simultaneously exclaimed in astonishment.

Former Tiqi Tiger Guard who specialized in collecting information about the Japanese pirates, Fang Shihui, who had considerable knowledge of the various Daimyos, shouted, “Old Zhang, be careful! That Japanese brigand is called Shishi Renjiu, known as Shengmoli Zhitian, the top fierce general under Tachibana.”

Zhang Jie sneered, “Putting aside the skill of the Japanese, they really do have some resounding fancy names.”

With those words, he spurred his horse forward to meet his opponent, his iron spear dancing wildly like a frenzied python.

Fang Shihui turned his head to look at the Japanese major general in front of him, clad in light armor with a Sun Moon Helmet.

Ishida Mitsunari. One of the five Bugyō of Toyotomi Hideyoshi’s army,

“Haha, now this is a big fish, not as tough as Tachibana Muneshige, but unfortunately, those guys don’t realize what they’ve got,” he said with a smirk that didn’t quite reach his eyes.

Fang Shihui smiled insincerely.

Wu Weizhong, who was nearly fifty but could still eat three bowls of rice in one meal, was sweating profusely. In front of him was a young man wearing a pale white patterned kimono and a white headband, missing his right arm.

One of the Shinin-ryu Four Heavenly Kings, the eldest son of Liusheng but the Master of Tamba, Liusheng Chang.

“This little Jap is tough to handle, even with an arm missing,” he cursed.

Above the battlefield rife with flying arrows, the situation became increasingly tense.

…

Li Yan tore apart a golden talisman paper to stop the bleeding from the wound on his lower abdomen.

Xuan Nv Record Spirit Talisman: To create it requires half a moment of Dragon Tiger Qi and a piece of talisman paper. Usage has no cost

It stops bleeding and promotes circulation; it’s extremely effective at healing external injuries.

Seeing Li Yan’s actions, Tachibana Muneshige hurriedly advanced, but Li Yan stomped the ground and met him head on. Just as a mix of azure and white radiance flickered,

A Goose Feather Sword was thrust in slantwise, causing Tachibana Muneshige to recoil in shock and swiftly retreat.

Centurion Sun Shoulian of the Left Army Infantry battalion secured the black sash around the handle of his great sword, biting it tightly with his teeth. The gleaming blade of the great sword was placed horizontally across his chest as he stood along with Li Yan.

Li Yan feigned an attack, planning to outnumber and overpower their enemy. However, Sun Shoulian stopped him with an outstretched hand.

“You go protect the Governor; I will deal with this Japanese,” he said.

Li Yan scrutinized the new arrival with a Fleeting Glimpse, his face showing a mix of desire to speak and hesitation.

The man touched Li Yan’s shoulder, speaking urgently, “Japanese pirates from the Western Army are quickly approaching the Lord Governor’s side, their leader is incredibly fierce and no one in the army can stop him. The bravest under the Lord Governor is Song Yi, who carries the Great Banner, and since you’re from the same martial school, you can’t be much less. Hurry and go to the rescue!”

Li Yan’s eyes shifted, as if remembering something important, and he promptly said to Sun Shoulian, “General, it can’t be done. Do not engage too deeply in the fight.”

After speaking, he turned back and charged towards the direction of Li Rusong’s battle array.

Tachibana Muneshige saw Li Yan depart but his gaze flickered, and he didn’t give chase.

Sun Shoulian’s fingers lightly touched the back of the sword, and suddenly, he lunged at Tachibana Muneshige with a powerful “Slash of Mount Hua”!

Tachibana met the attacker, his sword collided with the Goose Feather Sword, and a grating clash rang out as a notch was chopped into the broad blade by the first snowfall.

Sun Shoulian didn’t care; his Goose Feather Sword was thick, and its blade could take the damage, making it perfect against the Japanese’s sharp but thin-edged weapons. Unexpectedly, Tachibana withstood the strike, retreating quickly half a step, his shoulders flinging aside the Goose Feather Sword, and he counterattacked with an upward diagonal slash.

It was a Reverse Cross-Cut!

Sun Shoulian cried out in pain as his foot was severed by the sword, falling to the ground. Several Japanese swordsmen surged forward, their sharp blades chopping down in succession, and bright red blood flowed from the gaps between bodies…

…

Left Army Deputy Commander Li Ning, in disbelief, clutched his chest, where blood sprayed from several wounds with each breath, pooling around his feet.

He fell into the snow, half his face buried in the dirty snow, exposing one murky eye, while in front of him lay the corpses of Ming Army soldiers who had died tragic deaths.

Seeing Li Ning fall, the man shook off the flesh fragments from his black single halberd in his left hand and urged his horse forward.

Among the Western Army, clad in a gold-foil peach-shaped helmet, this person stood out conspicuously.

He was wrapped in black armor with black and white talisman papers attached all over, even covering his face securely. He wielded black short halberds in both hands, and a putrid smell emanated from his armor. Others had various family crests on their banners, but only his featured two columns of three copper coins each.

The gazes of those around were filled with horror, even his allies felt uneasy in his presence. To them, this person was the most fearsome demon, or perhaps…

Ghost Rider.

As the Ghost Rider charged, there was an indescribable numbness in his eyes.

My name… seems to be Sanada Yukimura, I don’t quite remember. When I willingly sacrificed my flesh to combat the demons on Kyushu Island, all I remembered was the posthumous Buddhist title given to me by the monks: Great Light Hall Lord Temple Moon Mountain Heart-Transmitting Great Lay Priest.

…

The deep red wine gourd at his waist swung wildly, the black jacket draped over his shoulders, and the white collar fluttered in the briny wind, making his pale neck appear exceptionally beautiful.

…

But it seems the opponent is just an ordinary human; what a frail lord. Nobunaga, Hideyoshi, Ieyasu, heh, they’re all unreliable.

…

Black leather shoes stepped into the murky slush, and she casually picked up a Goose Feather Sword, disdainfully flicking the blood off it.

…

The people before her charged recklessly towards her. Like ants rushing into flame, several cannonballs hurtled toward her, feeling like mere irritations. Her armor was forged by several high priests with over five hundred units of Demonic Strength. As I slashed casually, several heads flew over my head. I could feel the pulsing flames of life extinguished.

…

She stretched lazily, swinging the sword in her hand a few times and trying to hop on her feet, then leaped high, her azure jeans glaringly bright.

…

I really don’t want to kill; it’s meaningless. Why don’t they understand? If we don’t exterminate those demons, when the Daimyo’s Ghostly Power suppressing the nation’s fortune runs out, it will be the disaster that could destroy the country or even the world. Even if we flee elsewhere, what then~

“Clang!!!!!!”

The black armor shattered into fragments in an instant, and a piece of black withered arm flew through the air, not a drop of blood in sight.

The black single halberd spun through the air, landing with a thud into the ground.

The Ghost Rider was sent flying by a blow, his withered body tangled in heavy armor, rolling through the air, colliding with several warhorses, breaking their bones and muscles, until he finally came to a stop in front of a poplar tree.

The Ghost Rider trembled, trying to stand, only to find his right arm gone.

What caught the Ghost Rider’s eye was a pair of slender ankles.

“Enjoying the inner monologue? If it’s not satisfying enough, I can let you recite another poem, I know you guys enjoy that.”

Yu Shu stepped forward two paces, holding a Goose Feather Sword she had picked up randomly.

A black and brown mixed jacket hung over her shoulders, and the white shirt beneath it bore scattered mud spots.

“Not reciting? Then let’s finish this.”

The long sword fell, and the armor crafted by the strength of five hundred units of Demonic Strength sliced apart as easily as tofu.

The Ghost Rider, no, Sanada Yukimura looked up at the sky and slowly closed his eyes.

Yu Shu threw away the long sword and looked up, locking eyes with the man rushing down the slope towards her.

“…”

Li Yan, rushing over, cursed something under his breath, then turned and headed towards Li Rusong.