Qingshui Rong looked at the suddenly violent Kamamaita in astonishment, and then quickly and subconsciously looked at Rakshasa.

Rakshasa's reaction... was extremely calm.

He calmly raised his gaze and looked at Kamitachi, who was glaring at him condescendingly, with a calm expression, as if he had already expected Kamitachi to respond to him in this way.

"Why are you giving orders to you?" Rakshasa softly repeated the question Kamamita had just asked, "Just because you made a mistake accidentally and was transferred to my command by Lord Orochi. Is this enough reason?"

"Stop fucking using Orochi-sama to suppress me!" Kamitachi waved his big hand impatiently, and several veins burst out on the side of his neck because he roared so hard, "I only listen to Orochi-sama and Otakemaru-sama. The order! Except for these two adults, everyone else, no matter whether you have a higher status than me or are stronger than me, please don't come and tell me what to do!"

Kamaitachi roared louder than the previous one, making the atmosphere in the tea room even more tense.

Faced with this sudden change, Qingshui Rongyi could not hide the growing look of shock on his cheeks.

The time when Eiichi Shimizu and Kamaitai first met was not much earlier than Kamino, who had just left. He also didn't meet Kamaitachi for the first time until this morning.

Shimizu Eiichi, who was not familiar with Kamitachi since they had just met him, was not prepared for Kamitachi's extremely violent temper.

After looking at Kamitachi and then at Rakshasa, Shimizu Eiichi very wisely chose to keep his mouth shut and not say a word.

The conflicts between the cadres of the legal and punishing party...this kind of situation is not something he can intervene in.

After Kamaitachi's roar ended, the tea room fell into a brief, cemetery-like silence.

The calm-looking Rakshasa looked deeply at Kamitachi. After about a moment, he chuckled as if he had recalled some funny joke, and let out a "chichichi" laugh.

"Our cadres who punish the Party... are really more unique than the others."

Click... Rakshasa stretched out his left hand, grabbed his beloved sword Changyang Zhengzong with a red handle and sheath resting on his right hand, and stood up slowly.

"Kamaitachi, I am your nominal manager now."

"If you don't listen to my orders and do whatever you want, then where will I put my face?"

"How about this."

"Kamaitachi, don't you like fighting the most?"

"The two of us will draw our swords now and have a fun fight."

"If you can beat me, I will no longer care about you from now on. You can do whatever you want."

"But if I win you, you have to obey my instructions and act."

"how do you feel?"

Kamaitachi's stern face became obviously shaken as Rakshasa's words fell.

Probably from the moment they heard the words "The two of us will draw our swords now...", Kamitachi and Rakshasa stared at each other for a moment, with looming vigilance and... vigilance rising between their brows.

Rakshasa noticed the strange emotion on Kamamachi's eyebrows, and with a charming expression on his face, he lightly shrugged.

"Don't worry, I won't embarrass you."

"You don't need to defeat me completely."

"As long as you can leave a wound on my body...even if it just breaks my skin, I'll count you as the winner."

"And I have to beat you until you are unable to fight back before I can be considered the winner."

"How about it? This condition is not too harsh, right?"

When he said this, Rakshasa subconsciously raised his right hand and touched the bottom of his right clavicle... to be precise, he touched a 3-inch-long superficial scar under his right clavicle.

As long as he can leave a little injury on Rakshasa, he can win... Such conditions that are favorable to him did not make Kamitachi show joy, but instead made Kamitachi's face show the emotion of feeling that he had been raped by Rakshasa.

A look of sorrow and indignation for being looked down upon.

However, even though Rakshasa had set out such winning conditions that were favorable to him, Kamitachi continued to remain silent and delayed in responding to Rakshasa's proposal for a contest.

Looking at Kamitachi who was still quite quiet, Rakshasa twitched the corner of his mouth, and the upturned corner of his mouth curved into a mocking arc.

"What's wrong? The winning and losing conditions are so favorable to you, but you still don't dare to compete with me?"

"Kamaitachi, don't you even have the confidence to leave a wound on my body?"

Rakshasa's calm words, neither sad nor happy... were like a spark that ignited the powder keg of Kamaitachi.

Kamaitachi's emotions were like lava exploding from the crater of a volcano. His cheeks turned red, his eyes widened, and more veins popped up on his neck.

"Damn it! Just hit me! Am I still afraid of you?!"

Kamitachi jumped back several steps vigorously to widen the distance between him and Rakshasa. Then he raised his right hand, tightly grasped the cloth on his left shoulder, and shook it backwards, taking off the kimono on his upper body.

The sickle-weasel, who revealed his muscular upper body, also revealed the tattoo on his back - a white weasel-like creature with a large scythe on its tail.

It is the famous wind demon: Kamaitachi!

Kamaitachi pulled out the saber hanging on his left waist with a "clop" sound.

This is a katana with a very large curvature... it looks very much like the sickle tail on the Kamaita tattoo on his back.

The atmosphere in the tea room changed from suffocating and tense to chilling!

After looking at Kamitachi who had the tattoo on his upper body and pulled out his sword, Qingshui Rong asked the Rakshasa in a deep voice: "Lord Rakshasa... do you need me to avoid it?"

"No, no, no." Rakshasa smiled lightly, "Just stay here. After all... this battle will be over soon."

Rakshasa put the Changyang Masamune carried in his left hand back into the belt on his left waist, then retracted his hands into the wide kimono sleeves, and the two hands retracted into the kimono poked out from the lapel of his chest,

He pushed back the kimono on his upper body and took off his upper body clothes.

As the kimono covering his upper body fell down, the tattoo on Rakshasa's back was also revealed - he was wearing jet black armor that was connected with flesh and blood, his bluish-white skin looked strange, and his mouth full of fangs smiled ferociously.

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Evil ghosts that eat human flesh and blood, fly in the air, or walk on the ground, and are swift and terrifying: Rakshasa!

"Come on, Kamitachi." Rakshasa hooked his fingers at Kamitachi, "Let me see how much your strength has improved after not seeing you for so long."

Kamitachi didn't respond to Rakshasa.

He just let out a loud "hum" with his nose, and then while making an astonishing sound of Qi combined, he pounced on Rakshasa with a mountain-destroying force!

Bang bang bang... His wide soles stepped on the tea room floor, making a thunderous sound.

While rushing towards Rakshasa, Kamitachi took advantage of the situation and pulled out the scabbard that was hanging on his left waist, which would hinder his movements, and threw it aside.

The scabbard that was thrown away flew high into the sky, spinning in the air, drawing a beautiful parabola, and finally landed heavily in the corner of the tea room.

Thump.

Thump.

The sound of two objects falling to the ground sounded almost indiscriminately.

At the same moment that the scabbard thrown by Kamaitachi fell to the ground, something also fell to the ground at the same time.

Such a thing... is exactly the saber that Kamamaita should be holding firmly in his hand.

Kamaitachi's saber was knocked away, flew away in a "low-altitude flying" attitude, and fell to the ground.

Looking back at Kamitachi - he is now standing motionless in front of Rakshasa.

With no knife in his hand, he stared at the Rakshasa who was right in front of him, only a few feet away from him, with eyes filled with various emotions such as shock, resentment, and unwillingness.

An iron-clad chill hit Kamitachi's throat... Changyang Zhengzong's sharp knife tip stopped steadily half an inch in front of his throat.

If Rakshasa is willing, holding Changyang Zhengzong with one hand, he can just push the knife forward and take away Kamitachi's life.

Eiichi Shimizu on the side...his current appearance looks very much like an audience member who has witnessed an exquisite magic show that makes people want to shout "incredible".

However, from Eiichi Shimizu's perspective, he had just seen a scene that was quite incredible to him, like magic.

Kamitachi rushed to Rakshasa in one breath and was about to raise his sword to strike. At this moment, silvery white light flashed in front of Shimizu Eiichi - a "silver snake" emerged from Rakshasa's left waist.

It popped out, focused Kamaita's sword accurately, and after knocking Kamaita's sword away, it stopped firmly in front of Kamaita's throat without losing any force.

Because this "silver snake" danced so fast, Qingshui Rong only had time to see a fleeting afterimage...

Eiichi Shimizu was once just an ordinary Yakuza who could be seen everywhere in the streets.

Money is not enough, power is not power, the only things in the body are a good physique, the courage to fight and charge, and good martial arts talent.

He learned how to fight in the battle, and finally relied on his own bravery to create the "Qingshui Clan" with one blow and one shot.

Shimizu Eiichi, who is famous for his ability in fighting, is a "martial arts sect" through and through. He is quite confident in his own skills. Many swordsmen who are said to be "exceptionally excellent in swordsmanship" have been defeated by them.

On his hands.

Even compared with those swordsmen who are known as swordsmen, his strength is definitely not weak, but he didn't even see the path of Rakshasa's sword clearly...

Rakshasa spoke up at this time.

He smiled at Kamitachi who was standing in front of him: "We haven't seen you for so long, Kamitachi, your strength has improved a lot."

"It's a pity...you are not the only one who can continuously improve in strength."

Rakshasa retracted the Changyang Zhengzong that was parked in front of Kamaita's throat, put the tip of the knife back to the sheath, and withdrew the Changyang Zhengzong into the sheath with a "choking" sound.

"I won this battle."

"Then, Kamitachi, please abide by our agreement."

"From now on, please obey my instructions."
To be continued...