:Ryuma gripped the black blade Shusui tightly, watching the doorway, constantly alert to the enemy's movements.
As Ryuma walked along, he also saw the tragic state of Wano Country. His heart had already silently decided that he would take Kaido's place, and Kaido would eventually be driven out of Wano Country by him!
To do it all by himself... would be extremely difficult. He now needed to do two things: first, continuously absorb the power of others' fruits to improve his strength, and second, strike a fatal blow!
After a while, a group of men in kimonos walked towards him, chasing into the ruins. The leader was a man with pink long hair!
The man with pink long hair was tall and ugly, with fluffy, floor-length hair that ended in the shape of a brush, a straight fringe, a waistcoat and a long robe, and brown wooden clogs.
Without a doubt, this man was Kurozumi Kanjuro!
Ryuma remembered clearly that years later, because of Kurozumi Kanjuro's betrayal, the ministers of the Kozuki family were beheaded by Kurozumi Orochi, causing countless casualties and directly affecting the situation in Wano Country.
Kurozumi Orochi was despicable, but compared to Kurozumi Kanjuro, he was nothing special!
"You, are you the one who calls himself Ryuma?" Kurozumi Kanjuro said seriously.
"What do you think? Look at the corpses on the ground. No need to ask." Ryuma said with an air of righteousness, subconsciously glancing at the large brush in Kurozumi Kanjuro's hand!
This brush was the key to his fighting!
Kurozumi Kanjuro was a user of the Kage Kage no Mi, which allowed him to turn things he drew into reality, but he had to use a brush for it to work!
And Kurozumi Kanjuro used the brush in his hand to draw patterns for combat!
Ryuma turned to look at someone next to Kurozumi Kanjuro.
This person... this person was Kyoshiro!
Kyoshiro was tall, with a crew cut, a samurai sword in his hand, and a straw hat on his head. He looked like a cold-hearted swordsman.
This guy was apparently Kurozumi Orochi's personal bodyguard.
Among Kurozumi Orochi's subordinates, only these two were somewhat capable.
Ryuma mocked, laughing, "Tsk tsk... No way, is Kurozumi Orochi so stingy that he only sent two people to deal with me?"
As soon as Ryuma finished speaking, in the next instant, he almost couldn't believe his eyes!
Kurozumi Kanjuro waved his brush in his hand, effortlessly drawing a huge, burly eagle!
"No way? I clearly remember that Kanjuro's painting skills were terrible. Why is he painting so well twenty years later? What has he been through?" Ryuma thought to himself, complaining wildly.
The Kanjuro twenty years ago and the Kanjuro twenty years later were simply incomparable in terms of painting skills.
Ryuma finally understood the system's "good intentions." How could he say that the system would actually issue a mission this time... It turns out it was just holding back a fart.
"System, analyze Kanjuro's true strength." Ryuma asked.
"Ding-dong, Kanjuro, A-level Paramecia type Devil Fruit user, skilled in painting. He is easy to kill, but his powers are tricky. Please be careful, host."
Hearing the system's words, Ryuma finally understood. He looked up and stared intently at the huge bird in the sky, feeling a little uneasy.
But in the next instant, Ryuma immediately adjusted his state!
No matter what, he was the legendary dragon-slaying samurai. He had cut a dragon's throat with one strike. And in front of him was just an eagle!
Thinking this, Ryuma roared, holding the black blade Shusui, he leaped into the air, rushing towards the eagle!
Kyoshiro stared at Ryuma in mid-air, wiping the cold sweat from his forehead, "This guy is definitely not a good guy... But luckily, he finally fell for it. Ninjas, attack this grave robber and turn him into a sieve!"
After Kyoshiro gave the order, the ninjas behind him didn't hesitate at all. Their sharp throwing knives flew towards Ryuma!
Ryuma's lips curled up slightly. He said, "This... won't harm me at all."
If it were anyone else, they would be a target in the air, with no space, they could only wait to die. But Ryuma was different!
His pupils contracted, he aimed at a throwing knife, gently tapped the center of the knife with the tip of his blade, not hindering the knife's rotation, creating a skimming motion in the air!
Seeing this, the ninjas were stunned!
"This... how is this possible!" Kyoshiro roared!
The guy Jack couldn't handle was really tough!
Even a samurai with a combination of hardness and softness wouldn't be able to do this, right?
The current Ryuma was the Ryuma who had transmigrated, but he was also Ryuma, the dragon-slaying samurai. These moves, although not Observation Haki, were already second nature to him. When danger was imminent, it was like muscle memory. He would subconsciously make this kind of move!
The next moment, Ryuma used the throwing knife as a fulcrum, and at a faster speed, he charged towards the eagle in the sky!
All the throwing knives missed, leaving streaks in the air, making a series of whistling sounds, but they didn't leave any marks on Ryuma!
Ryuma stared intently at the eagle in the air and roared, "Soul Severing!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the black blade Shusui in Ryuma's hand shone brightly. When Ryuma was close to the eagle, he swung his sword. The black blade Shusui, with lightning speed, cut the eagle in the air in half!
Crack!
The eagle died and turned into smoke. In the smoke, a man in a kimono, holding a black blade, descended towards them!
Kyoshiro was shocked!
Kyoshiro had never seen such a samurai!
"Kanjuro, what are you doing? Draw another one quickly!" Kyoshiro urged repeatedly.
At this time, Kanjuro's mind was blank, completely dumbfounded. "I... I don't know what to draw anymore. Let me think... let me think..." Kanjuro muttered. His face, already as white as flour, instantly turned even paler, and sweat the size of soybeans dripped down one by one.
But before Kanjuro could react, a sharp blade cut through the air!
Kanjuro's body was instantly cut in half!
Blood flowed everywhere!
Ryuma looked down silently, at the ground where blood flowed like a river, and he gave a cruel smile.
Although Ryuma looked cold on the outside, his heart was already complaining wildly!
"I'm... I'm so scared. If I hadn't hit the throwing knife, I would have been the one who died, right?" Ryuma took a deep breath and said.
How do you judge a swordsman's combat strength?
It's simply a matter of swordsmanship and physical fitness.
Ordinary swordsmen are fragile.
What does fragile mean?
Their attack power is high enough, but they can't take a beating either. If they get hit, they might be completely defeated.
Even though Ryuma's strength was once super strong, and his physical strength was beyond human comparison, his body was still a repaired skeleton. Even if he had the most muscular physique before, he had been sleeping for hundreds of years. How strong could he be now?
It was just the past, not worth mentioning for Ryuma.
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