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Upon hearing this, an evil and poisonous smile appeared on Taketori Yongqing’s face as he gave Leo a deadly look with a pair of shady eyes and added mockingly.

“You remember that! However, you are dead either way! Watch the move!”

With a shout, Taketori Yongqing rose into the air, and his flying sword struck Leo’s head as fast as lightning.

In a flash, Leo laughed coldly as he gently raised his flying willow to meet the blow.

But the sword was reversed in the air and the blade was poked straight at Leo’s throat.

The sound of the blade scraping up against the air was loud and piercing.

The front was a false move, the back was a real move, and the two swords changed in seconds, all in one stroke.

Those watching from the sidelines, with the illusion of vision, thought that Taketori Yongqing was slashing the sword, but in the blink of an eye the sword was pointed at Leo’s throat, fast and fierce.

In the snap of a finger, the sword was a stone’s throw away but Leo used a flying willow to curl around it, which wrapped around the sword even with Taketori Yongqing’s palm and was entangled to death.

Leo stood tall as he grabbed the flying willow with his right hand and brought it to the ground with the same force, while at the same time, Leo’s left hand grabbed the acupuncture point of Taketori Yongqing’s waist.

In an instant, his whole body went numb as if he had been struck by electricity, accompanied by a huge pain that tore his heart out.

His pupils dilated and he screamed out in agony.

His head slammed into the ground like a flying arrow off the string.

In a moment, Leo pulled the flying willow that had been curled around his sword into the air again.

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There was a thud!

Takenoki Yongqing’s head hit hard on the ground. The inertia of the tremendous force, coupled with the weight of Takenoki Yongqing, instantly knocked him out.

The struggle caused Takenoki Yongqing’s body to twitch continuously.

At this point, the martial arts school was so quiet that even the sound of confetti falling to the ground could be heard.

The disciples of Taketori Yongqing were stunned and dumbfounded, their eyes horrified and their bodies trembling.

The sultry woman was also pale as she turned from shock to despair, then from despair to sorrow, then from sorrow to remorse.

Of course, she had been deceived by Taketori Yongqing in order to learn the sword, but she had never imagined that this curator was, in fact, nothing.

So her eyes, which were blazing and burning, turned deadly hollow, and her eyes turned in vain into lonely and cold diffusion.

She let out a long sigh and looked with contempt at Taketori Yongqing, who looked like a dead man on the ground.

She waved her sleeve and left.

Cecil was also shaken, he did not let out a loud laugh again, but looked at Leo with a face of worship, he thought Leo was a god, a martial god, a heavenly god!

It was the mythical legend.

Leo looked coldly at the shivering people in the martial arts school, then took Lydia, Emilia and Cecil with away.

Next, Leo kept going to fight with the martial arts schools, and many martial arts schools in Toyo such as, East City, Han City, Bear City and many others fell.

Immediately, videos of Leo’s beatings at the martial arts school in Toyo were spread all over the internet.

Various TV channels also competed to show the news of Leo defeating the martial arts school in seconds, and there was a lot of discussion.

In Pompeii, it was a sensation, with news, videos and headlines from all over the media enthusiastically broadcasting videos and articles about Leo’s defeating the Toyo martial arts school.

Everyone was overjoyed and happy, and everyone praised Leo for his good work and for winning the honour of his country.

The Emperor of Toyo, Takemoto Nesin, was no longer calm.

After all, he had only just taken office and this incredible thing had happened under his watch. He could feel everyone in Toyo cursing him for his incompetence.

He had originally asked Sword God, Yagyu Mamoru, to come out and suppress Leo, yet Yagyu Mamoru did not show up, much to his annoyance.

He was so angry in his office that he bared his teeth, so he had no choice but to call Yagyu Mamoru again.

However, Yagyu Mamoru’s phone was switched off.

Takemoto Nesin was annoyed and he asked his secretary to go to the door and ask Yagyu Mamoru to come to the imperial court to discuss the matter.

An hour later, the secretary returned with a grimace and said, “Emperor, Yagyu Mamoru is in seclusion, and his daughter says he won’t see anyone, sorry.”

Upon hearing this, Takemoto Nesin said in a cold voice after a moment of silence, “Well, I’ll go and see him personally.”

With that, Takemoto Nesin got into a car, surrounded by a dozen bodyguard cars, and arrived at Yagyu Mamoru’s house.

When Takemoto Nesin got out of the car, he straightened his straight suit and greasy hair, and then he said to the bodyguards who were flanking him, “You don’t need to go in, I’ll just go in by myself.”

“Yes! Emperor.”

The bodyguards said respectfully.

Takemoto Nesin knocked on the door and a moment later it opened with a creak.

Yagyu Piaosu put on a bright smile as he opened the door, “Greetings, Emperor! Please come in!”

When he saw Yagyu Piaosu’s bright smile, the displeasure in Takemoto Nesin’s heart quickly disappeared, so he said with a smile.

“Piaosu, where is your father?”

With that, Takemoto Nesin put his hands behind his back as he walked in domineeringly.

“My father is in retreat now, since you are here in person, I will take you to see him.”

Yagyu Piaosu said as she accompanied Takemoto Nesin.

“Yagyu Piaosu, your house is nice.” As he walked, Takemoto Nesin looked around at the various flowers and cherry blossoms in the courtyard.

“I don’t have time to take care of it, the flowers aren’t even fresh.”

Yagyu Piaosu said with a smile.

The two of them entered the courtyard and walked towards the back door of the back east courtyard, Yagyu Piaosu said softly, “My father is here in the back courtyard in the training ground.”

With that, Yagyu Piaosu gently pulled open the door to the back yard.

Takemoto Nesin followed him inside.

In the spacious practice yard, Yagyu Mamoru was practising his swordplay.

He was seen dancing his sword in unison, flying through the air at speed, and when the sword dance reached its climax, only the sword was visible but not the man.

The cherry blossoms and leaves were blown by the wind of his sword, sending them flying all over the sky.

On the ground were five stakes, each about a dozen centimetres in diameter, standing side by side.

With a roar, Mamoru Yusei struck his sword in the air and slashed at the five stakes with his flying sword.

One sword slashed across the waist of all five stakes at the same time.

Immediately, Yagyu Mamoru landed on the ground from the air. He slowly withdrew his energy, closed his eyes, held his breath and collected his energy in his abdomen.

The next second!

The wooden stakes that had been cleaved by the sword fell to the ground with a clang together.