"Instead of torturing an innocent girl here, using the old methods, and then touching myself here! I feel like I have done an amazing thing!"

Mamiya's words become more sonorous and powerful the further they go.

"Nii-sama..." Yoshitaka stared blankly at Mamiya in front of him.

He never dared to refute his father face to face like this.

But the elder brother said "no" to his father without flinching.

Wen Xian's expression, which had always been calm, changed slightly and became gloomy at this time.

"...Does that mean you don't want to get out of the way?"

Mamiya was speechless and just stood there quietly.

After Yichao hesitated for a moment, he firmly protected Azhu behind him and whispered in a low voice like a whisper: "Father... please don't do this kind of unscrupulous thing... please don't do it again...

…”

"...the negotiation...has broken down."

Wen Xian's head hung slightly, a look of helplessness and unspeakable emotion appearing on his face.

"I don't want to...use this last resort against you..."

Wen Xian spread his legs, raised his left hand, and held down the knife blade at his waist.

His simple action made Yoshitomo's face turn pale and he unconsciously took half a step back.

Yoshitomo retreated, but Mamiya remained motionless.

His feet seemed to be rooted to the ground, facing the pressure that was emanating from Wen Xian's body like a torrential flood.

"If you think about it carefully: It's really not suitable for us, who are all warriors, to talk to each other here like ministers of the imperial court."

"Let this end with this kind of war of words that cannot convince anyone."

"Let's talk with swords next!"

Choking!

Wen Xian suddenly pulled out the scabbard and the black and purple handle of the sword hanging from his left waist.

The candlelight shines into the blade, reflecting a strange, purple cold light.

"Vairocana..." Mamiya softly chanted the name of the sword in Wenxian's palm.

As a member of the Yamada Asaemon family five years ago, he naturally recognized that this sword was made by his grandfather, the sixth generation head of the Yamada Asaemon family, and requested that it be passed down from generation to generation: Vairocana.

When he was young, Mamiya once asked Wen Xian why his grandfather named this sword after the Great Sun Tathagata in Buddhist Tantric Buddhism.

"Because if you hold this sword, you will be like the Tathagata Tathagata possessed by the Great Sun." Wen Xian answered in a proud tone at that time.

After Yoshitomo briefly lost consciousness due to shock, he gritted his teeth and raised his hand to reach for the saber on his left waist.

But as soon as his hand touched the handle of the sword, Mamiya shouted:

"Yoshitomo, retreat!"

"This duel...you can't interfere..."

"I have to come to terms with my father alone!"

Choking!

Mamiya also pulled out his sword suddenly.

"Come on, Kuro... no, Yamada Asaemon Yoshitsune." Wen Xian smiled at this time, "I haven't competed with you for a long time. Let me see how much you have grown in the past five years."

"Teach anytime."

Mamiya readied the knife.

"Ronin."

"Kuro Mamiya!"

"Hey... that's a good posture. It seems that I can give my best for the first time in a long time."

Wen Xian raised the knife high.

"Head of the Seventh Generation Yamada Asemon Clan."

"Yamada Asaemon Fumaki!"

In the palace, Wen Xian shouted in unison: "Bring the horses over!"

After shouting, Wenxian leaped towards Mamiya without any help, like a mountain bearing down on the top, holding on to his own weight, he slashed at Mamiya with his knife from top to bottom.

Mamiya raised his sword and held Vairocana's head against him.

The sharp sound of gold and iron clang exploded.

The wind pressure centered on the two people and spread out in all directions.

Both of them are top swordsmen.

Both of them have an aura as powerful as a rainbow.

The majestic momentum of the two of them seemed to transform into flying dragons at any time, break through this tiny basement, soar into the sky, and fly in the Edo night sky!

Wen Xian, who leaped over, had already landed on his feet. He and Mamiya maintained a sword-wielding posture, wrestling with each other.

The two swords are against each other. This posture makes it difficult to separate each other's swords when wrestling with each other.

When Wenxian exerted some force, Mamiya pushed back, and no one gave in.

Strength is not Mamiya's advantage, but rather the advantage of Wenxian, who is stronger than him.

In order not to be controlled by the enemy, Mamiya exerted all his strength horizontally and successfully got rid of this struggle that was destined to put him at a disadvantage.

Mamiya adjusted his posture to an upper stance and slashed at Wenxian from the top. The sword slashed from the top was as fast as lightning, and Mamiya's deception was very good, but Wenxian easily blocked it.

After blocking Mamiya's blow, Wenxian made a mistake in his steps, moved his body laterally to the left side where Mamiya was difficult to defend, then lowered his body and attacked Mamiya in front of him.

Lower your body's center of gravity, bend and stretch your upper body, and chop the knife vertically from bottom to top, all in one movement.

Mamiya's body reacted one step ahead of his brain. He knew that the attack from this direction was difficult to defend against, so he quickly took two steps back to avoid the slash.

Agility is Mamiya's strength, and an attack of this level would not be able to hit Mamiya.

The father and son continued to exchange fierce attacks and defenses, alternately launching fierce attacks like a violent storm.

The sparks generated when the two swords clashed became another source of light in the basement besides the candlelight.

Sparks alternately illuminated the faces of father and son.

In the small basement, there were only the clanging sounds of swords clashing and the sliding sounds of two people's footsteps.

While Yoshitomo protected Atake behind him according to what Mamiya just said, he looked at the showdown in front of him with a look of astonishment that could not be concealed.

Bunxian was an unmatched master in Yoshitomo's mind. He had always believed that the only one who could defeat Bunxian was the now famous Ogata Ittosai.

He knows that his brother is a well-deserved genius. Whether it is swordsmanship or other skills, he can master them all with just a little bit, and his learning progress is rapid.

But even though he knew that his brother was a genius, after seeing his brother whom he had not seen for a long time grow up to a level where he could compete with his father in just 5 years, it still made it difficult for Yoshitomo to hide the constant flashes in his eyes.

The look of astonishment.

clang!

clang!

clang!

…

clang!

With an almost deafening sound of gold and iron clashing, Wenxian's sword was heavily blocked, and Mamiya suddenly put his sword into its scabbard.

This is the opportunity Mamiya has been waiting for a long time.

A good opportunity to use his best skill on Wen Xian: the sword-drawing technique "Flowing Light".

Streamer!

The moment he put the sword back into its sheath, the sword's light poured out of the sheath and swept toward Wen Xian's belly.

However……

clang!

The light that poured out from the sheath was blocked by Wenxian's Vairocana halfway through and was blocked heavily.

Before Mamiya could express his astonishment because his stunt was blocked, Wenxian perfectly repeated the action that Mamiya had just done. He quickly retracted Vairocana into its sheath...

Mamiya's pupils shrank suddenly, and then subconsciously raised the saber

clang!

There was another loud sound of two swords striking each other.

Mamiya held the knife that was struck back and took a few steps back.
To be continued...