Boar Face took a deep breath and pretended to be calm.

"I didn't steal, rob, or kill. Why are you chasing me murderously through the streets?"

My grandson heard this and grinned:

"I want to ask you instead: Since you are an innocent person who has done nothing wrong, why did you turn around and run away without hesitation when you saw the two of us approaching?"

"I was just scared."

Boar Face answered without hesitation.

"Anyone would be frightened if they suddenly saw an official rushing towards them, right?"

"That's enough, shut up!"

Nishino interrupted Boar Face's argument with an impatient tone.

"If you have anything to say, let's wait until we get to the execution center. If you are really innocent, we will definitely clear your name."

"..."

As Nishino finished speaking, the expression on Boar's face became extremely ugly and solemn.

He looked at Nishino with a fierce look in his eyes, and then looked at my grandson.

Don't speak either.

Just silently, he reached for his waist and drew the sword out of its sheath.

Boar Face's thoughts are clearly revealed.

"...I advise you not to do this."

Nishino said calmly, while raising his left hand to press the mouth of the sheath, cocking his thumb, supporting the blade, and pushing it forward. There was only a "click" sound, and a silver-white blade one finger wide suddenly popped out of the sheath.

"Hmph~ He actually dared to draw his sword on the official. What a commendable courage~~"

"But it's a pity that your courage has been misplaced~~"

"I'll give you a piece of advice: Throw away the guy in your hand, then kneel down and surrender."

"Otherwise, the sword has no eyes!"

"If you wait until the war begins, you will have no chance to surrender!"

Although my grandson has a habit of "prolonging his voice when speaking", he can still speak well when he puts aside his careless and lazy attitude and assumes a serious posture.

My grandson Shicai's persuasion to surrender was quite impassioned.

Full of energy, loud and powerful.

However, the moment my grandson handed out this surrender notice with high spirits——

"...my grandson."

"Huh? Nishino-kun, what's wrong?"

"You want to use words to shake the thief's will and strive to achieve 'conquering the enemy without fighting'. I have no problem with this. But when you say these cruel words, can you stop hiding behind me?"

After saying that, Nishino turned his face sideways and glanced at my grandson who had most of his body hidden behind him with a look that was somewhat helpless.

You are the one who shouts the loudest, and you are the one who hides the most.

“Nishino-kun, I am the ‘strategist’~~”

My grandson said quietly in a tone that was half serious and half joking:

"You can't expect the 'strategist' to take the lead, right?"

"...Forget it, whatever happens is fine. Since you are not good at martial arts, then retreat as far as you can."

After finishing speaking, Nishino "Zeng" neatly pulled out the Zhenzhu from his waist.

The clang of the sword being unsheathed echoes throughout heaven and earth for a long time.

Judging from the current situation, there is no doubt that my grandson's attempt to persuade him to surrender has had little effect... No, it should be said that it has had no effect at all.

Boar Face was not moved at all.

He spread his legs and pointed the tip of the sword at Nishino's face. He didn't look like he was planning to abandon the sword and surrender.

"Nishino-kun, although I am not good at martial arts, I can still do some simple combat support~~"

"Just remember to protect yourself."

Nishino answered casually.

Although there was no need to talk about samurai etiquette with the "target to be arrested", based on the simple samurai sentiment, Nishino still reported to the house in a loud voice:

"Beichen Yidao Style,"

"Nishino Hosejiro!"

Boar Face was immediately stunned.

"Nishino Hosejiro... you are the Nishino Hosejiro from Kitabansuo..."

Obviously, Boar Face has heard of Nishino's name.

Perhaps because he was intimidated by Nishino's name, the expression on the boar's face suddenly changed drastically.

It wasn't until quite a while later that he came back to his senses before he shouted loudly at a volume not inferior to Nishino:

"Shinto Wu Nian Ryu,"

"Etaro Komatsu!"

Nishino: "..."

Xiaosong: "..."

Peng——The brief silence was broken by a loud stamping on the ground.

Nishino concentrated his strength on the toes of his hind feet, then pushed forward suddenly.

While running, he raised the Zhenzhu in his hand high and assumed a high-up stance.

For Nishino, the purpose of this battle is to capture Komatsu alive, not to kill the opponent.

Therefore, his sword was not aimed at Komatsu's vitals, but directed towards Komatsu.

He planned to hand over Komatsu's weapon directly.

The moment Nishino's body came within Komatsu's attack range, a "silver snake" bit Nishino's chest from below with a fierce force.

Nishino didn't dare to be too bold, so he quickly changed his moves, and the "disarming heavy blow" was transformed into a "defensive block" in the blink of an eye.

clang!

Zhenzhu's and Komatsu's knives were entangled in mid-air.

The white blades met and sparks flew out.

As if being scalded by boiling water, Komatsu hurriedly stepped back.

The retreating pace may seem casual at first glance, but the center of gravity of the lower body and the posture of the upper body remain motionless.

When Nishino saw this, he immediately understood: the person opposite was quite skilled and was not just an ordinary person.

With this thought in mind, Nishino muster up his energy and focus all his attention on the Zhenzhu in his hand and the battle situation in front of him.

Strictly speaking, Nishino's swordsmanship level is not that superb.

Although he has practiced Beichen Ittōryu since he was a child, because he has no ambition to do so, he only holds the catalog qualification of Beichen Ittōryu until now.

However, there is not a strong correlation between combat effectiveness and swordsmanship level.

Nishino's swordsmanship is indeed average, but he possesses something that countless senior warriors do not have: rich practical experience.

At this time, Nishino relaxed his hand a little and gave the knife a light rhythm. The tip of the knife suddenly twitched slightly like a wagtail's tail, and the cold light on the tip of the knife was like a firefly, flying up and down quickly.

It is the signature stance of Beichen's Itto Style: slightly twitching the tip of the knife to prevent the tip from freezing, while enhancing the flexibility of the attack and making it difficult for the opponent to see through his intentions.

The next moment, a fierce wave of attack hit Xiaosong's whole body.

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Leopard comes to life!

I even took 4 days of sick leave... This is the first time that Bao Baozi has taken such a long leave since he wrote a novel. It is indeed because of the new crown (Leopard Death.jpg) that Bao Baozi has not written for so long that Bao Baozi has forgotten what he wrote in the previous article.

Where is it?

Because Bao Baozi just got out of bed, my writing state is not that good. Sitting on a chair for a long time will make your body feel like it's hanging in the air, so today's chapter is a little short, so sorry!
Chapter completed!