The long sword reached for the heavens, and in an instant, unprepared, Fujiki Naotsugu drew his blade across his own neck, his face a mix of tragic determination and calm.
Several Japanese swordsmen struck as if by lightning, wanted to stop him, but they were too far away.
Clang!
The sword was knocked away, crashing to the ground.
Fujiki Naotsugu stared blankly at Shi Xiaole: "Why stop me? This duel, it has determined the victor and decreed life and death."
"To regard victory or defeat as more important than life and death, you may think this is the spirit of Bushido, but in my view, it is nothing but the act of a coward."
"You dare insult the Young Sect Leader!"
Several Japanese swordsmen were furious but didn't dare to make a move against Shi Xiaole.
Ignoring them, Shi Xiaole simply said, "Then why didn't you kill the Mind Fire Master, the Six Heroes of Sky Mountain?"
