Chapter 328 The rare genius in the Japanese martial arts world!
Sword Master is a very lofty title in Japan.
Because it represents the most powerful swordsman in Japan in an era, he is then canonized by the Prime Minister and the Emperor and awarded the title of Sword Master.
It can be said to be powerful and recognized as the strongest.
As a Sword Master family that has given birth to Sword Masters, it naturally has a strong foundation of swordsmanship. Whether it is its own bloodline or family inheritance, it is far beyond comparison with other swordsman families.
Although the four great sword master families often go through periods of decline, their family heritage is still there, and talented people are always born every few generations.
Therefore, the four major sword master families have always stood firm in the Japanese martial arts world without falling.
"Three of them. If they were ordinary grandmasters, one of our four families would be able to defeat them if they randomly choose one, but Ying Yue is different!"
Miyamotoemon said slowly: "He is a rare talent in China. He debuted less than half a year ago, but he has defeated unrivaled opponents in the world and killed several masters in a row.
Even the seven palace masters of the Asian branches of the pantheon of gods died in his hands. His strength is comparable to that of the myth, and it is terrifying. Unless the myth appears in the world, I am afraid no one can be his opponent!"
It was enough to kill other grandmasters, but Ying Yue could defeat the encirclement of the six grandmasters Lei Nu and Tozawa Baiyun and kill them all.
This record is really appalling!
"This thief Ying Yue is invincible to all myths!"
Miyamotoemon shook his head and said: "But how can we trouble the ancestors of Shinhwa to take action on such a trivial matter? Moreover, asking them to come out is not bullying the small with the big, making people think that I have no successor in Japan?"
Although in the world of martial arts, the strong are respected, martial arts practitioners are most concerned about their dignity. The older generation of martial arts masters disdain to compete with the younger generations.
Most of the mythical ancestors of their four families are over a hundred years old. If they are asked to come out to deal with a brat who is less than twenty years old.
Isn't this ridiculous?
Who could do such a thing?
No one can!
"It's hard to handle!"
Miyamotoemon shook his head slowly and smiled bitterly.
At this time, Yagyu, Ma and Dan looked at each other and winked at each other, obviously wanting the other person to speak.
Seeing this, Miyamotoemon frowned slightly: "You three, just say what you have to say, why are you hesitating?"
Yagyu Madan hesitated for a moment, then suddenly stood up and bowed deeply towards Miyamotoemon.
Uizumi Haruto and Tsukahara Denki also stood up and bowed deeply.
"What do you mean..."
Miyamoto Emon's frown deepened.
Yagyu Madan looked ashamed, without raising his head, and said: "Master Miyamoto, in addition to the mythical ancestor, among the four of us, there is someone who can rival Ying Yue!"
"Oh? Who else?"
Miyamoto Emon looked surprised, and then he seemed to have thought of something. He stood up from the ground in a hurry, his face became very ugly: "Master Yagyu, are you referring to my daughter Mito?"
"Master Miyamoto, please!"
Yagyu Matan did not respond and bowed deeply again.
Uizumi Haruto and Tsukahara Denki also bowed deeply, and the meaning of his plea was self-evident.
"You...don't force me!"
Miyamoto's face was ashen: "My Mito has just stabilized in the past two years and rarely gets sick. The doctor said her condition has improved greatly.
As long as she rests peacefully without any stimulation, she can hope to maintain the status quo, but you actually want her to compete with Ying Yue, isn't this going to cost her her life?"
"Master Miyamoto, there is nothing we can do!"
Yagyu Matan looked ashamed: "At present, the great enemy, the cabinet, major financial groups, and even the entire Japanese martial arts world are staring at us.
If we cannot defeat Ying Yue, how will we explain to the cabinet? How will we explain to the major financial groups? How will we explain to the Japanese martial arts community?
Do you really want to invite the old mythical ancestor to make the world laugh?"
These words were like a heavy hammer, hitting Miyamoto Emon's heart hard, causing him to tremble all over and collapse to the ground.
"Master Miyamoto, looking at our four families, only your daughter can turn the tide!"
Kamiizumi Haruto said with a solemn expression.
"That child in Mito is in trouble. As elders, we also feel pity for him. We are all fathers and can understand your feelings. However, the current situation is pressing and we have to do this!"
Tsukahara Denki said in a sigh.
Miyamoto Emon didn't speak and slowly closed his eyes. No one knew what he was thinking. After a long time, he nodded slowly and agreed.
Very good!
Seeing Miyamotoemon agreeing, Yagyu and Madan couldn't help but fall into ecstasy. Their hearts felt like boulders falling to the ground, and they instantly relaxed.
"Little thief Yingyue, you are dead!"
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Mount Fuji, the highest peak in Japan, is known as the "Holy Mountain" by the Japanese people and is a symbol of Japan's Yamato nation.
As one of the national symbols of Japan, Mount Fuji enjoys a high reputation around the world and is often referred to as "Hibiscus Peak", "Fugaku" and "the highest mountain in the world".
It often appears in traditional Japanese poems, such as "The jade fan hangs upside down in the East China Sea and the sky", "Fuji white snow reflects the rising sun", etc. are all poems praising it.
At the northern foot of Mount Fuji are the Five Fuji Lakes, namely Lake Yamanaka, Lake Kawaguchi, Lake Saiko, Lake Shojin and Lake Motosu.
Lake Yamanaka is the largest, Lake Kawaguchi was developed the earliest, Lake Motosu is the deepest, Lake Shoji is the smallest, and Lake Saiko is the quietest.
Beside the quiet West Lake, the water is rippling and the red leaves are falling.
In a quiet corner by the West Lake, there is a quiet valley. The valley is deep, quiet and peaceful.
A small stream extended from the West Lake, drilled deep into the valley, and finally converged into a small and exquisite lake in the valley.
There are several pieces of farmland around the lake. Around the farmland, there are forests of cherry blossom trees, and in the middle of the dense cherry blossom trees stands an exquisite wooden house.
In front of the wooden house is a small yard with farm tools, which makes it look like a farmhouse in paradise.
At this moment, a woman dressed in white stood in the yard, holding a kettle in her green hand, and little crystals spilled out of the kettle and fell into the flowers below.
Forming a harmonious and beautiful picture.
This woman was slender, with long hair draped over a vest, held gently by a pink ribbon. When she turned around, she saw that her skin was as beautiful as snow, and she was charming and charming, but she was only eighteen years old.
Her name is Miyamoto Mito, the youngest daughter of the Japanese kendo master Miyamoto Emon. She is rarely known because she rarely appears in public since she was a child.
But people in the martial arts world, especially the senior leaders of the four major sword master families, know very well that this delicate beauty is a swordsman wizard who is rare to see in the Japanese martial arts world for a thousand years.
Unfortunately……
"Mito, are you there?"
At this moment, a friendly call broke the tranquility in the valley. When Miyamoto Mito heard this, his eyebrows came together, and a happy look appeared on his pretty face.
