Princess Nami's choice was not unexpected by the people present. After all, it was easy to guess that her final choice would be one of the three masters of Transforming Strength. So no matter who she chose, there would be no exception.
Princess Nami glanced at Xiao Bing after she picked out the candidate. It was clear that she was reminding Xiao Bing to defeat Nakamura Jiro. Although Xiao Bing was annoying, he was not that ugly. This was a matter of pride, especially for a capricious princess like her. How could she go out with a 1.5-meter hunchback every day? No one would be able to stand it.
Xiao Bing ignored Princess Nami's gaze and looked elsewhere. Seeing Xiao Bing's arrogance, Princess Nami was so angry that she thought to herself, "You're so good. When you become my personal warrior, I will have plenty of ways to teach you a lesson."
After being chosen by Princess Nami, Fukuda Ogawa's eyes lit up with excitement. He turned his head and looked at Muramura Jiro proudly. In fact, he had scruples about Muramura Jiro. On the one hand, he was not sure that he could defeat Muramura Jiro. On the other hand, Muramura Jiro was too ruthless. So he was relieved to be chosen this time. Finally, he did not have to face Nakamura Jiro. His excitement was mixed with pride, but he was also hiding his guilt.
Nakamura Jiro glanced at him disdainfully. For Nakamura Jiro, he knew that Fukuda Ogawa was nothing after he tested Fukuda Ogawa. The real obstacle for him was the wandering samurai named Aoki Ichiro.
The chief executive smiled and said, "Mr. Fukuda Ogawa, this is a token given to you by Her Royal Highness. In the princess's house, only the most important person can have this token. There are no more than ten people in the whole house who have this token."
Fukuda Ogawa went up to take it. It was made of gold, and it was very heavy. Even this waist tag could be sold for seven digits of Chinese currency. It could be seen how high the treatment of personal warriors was.
The chief executive continued, "The identity of the personal samurai in the princess's mansion is not just an ordinary samurai. It symbolizes the highest samurai of the royal family. Mr. Fukuda will serve the royal family of Country R from now on. On behalf of the princess's mansion, we welcome you."
Fukuda Ogawa saluted and said: "I am very willing to serve you, Your Highness."
Princess Nami looked at the chief executive and said, "Let's start."
Fukuda Ogawa did not get a response, which made him feel very embarrassed. Especially for a master of his level, this was almost a humiliation. But after seeing the beautiful face, all his anger dissipated. It was a great blessing for most men to be able to stay with such a fairy and occasionally take a look at her. Obviously, Fukuda Ogawa was like most men. He was conquered by Princess Nami the moment he saw her.
The chief executive thought to himself that Her Royal Highness had really neglected such a master. In fact, it was a big surprise that there were several masters of Transforming Strength who applied for the recruitment of personal warriors. Such a person should be respected wherever he went. Even in the princess's mansion, he should not be so neglected. The chief executive smiled and said, "Mr. Fukuda, why don't you take your seat first and continue to watch the next competition. When the second place is decided, we will go back to the princess's mansion together."
Fukuda Ogawa agreed and returned to his seat. From time to time, his eyes glanced at Princess Nami, who was sitting in the middle of the referee's seat.
Several referees in the referee's seat also had some objections to Princess Nami's attitude just now, but they did not say it out. Master Yokota of Karate and Mr. Sasaki of the ninja world had long been fascinated by Princess Nami, especially Sasaki, who was next to Princess Nami. He thought that he was amazing in ninjutsu, but when he felt Princess Nami's body temperature, smelled her body fragrance, and saw Princess Nami's crystal skin from time to time, his breath became a little messy. He was a master in the ninja world, but when he saw Princess Nami's crystal skin from time to time, he lost his composure. Even a master in the ninja world would lose his composure in front of Princess Nami, let alone others.
In the entire arena, besides Princess Nami's chief executive and her people, the only people who behaved naturally were Feng XIII's disciple, Hasegawa and Xiao Bing.
As a disciple of Feng XIII, Hasegawa had officially stepped into the Innate Realm. People who reached this realm would have a different state of mind, and their resistance would be extraordinary. Although he could not help but look at Princess Nami a few more times, it was still normal. As for Xiao Bing's rival, Murakura Jiro, he looked up at Princess Nami from time to time. There was desire and greed in his eyes, like that of a wild beast.
The chief executive was amazed by the charm of his young lady. After seeing that Xiao Bing was calm, he was even more surprised by Xiao Bing's composure and temperament. Then he began to walk to the center of the arena and announced, "Next, we will draw lots, and then fight each other. Finally, the top two will be decided, and the final will be decided. Then the final winner will become Princess Nami's personal warrior, just like Mr. Fukuda."
Soon, someone brought up a cardboard box, and the four contestants went to draw lots. After seeing the results, the chief executive was surprised, and then he announced, "The first match is between Aoki Ichiro and Murakura Jiro."
The onlookers finally calmed down after the appearance of Princess Nami. They all took a deep breath and became a little excited again. They did not expect that these two people would be fighting each other so soon.
Fukuda Ogawa, on the other hand, was a little proud. Now that he had nothing to do, he could not wait to see the two kill each other.
The other two players breathed a sigh of relief. Both of them had wanted to withdraw from the competition, but now it seemed that they still had a chance. If Aoki Ichiro and Nakamura Jiro were both injured, they would be able to take advantage of the situation.
Nakamura Jiro smiled coldly and looked at Xiao Bing. He asked, "Are you really not going to quit?"
Xiao Bing shook his head and put one hand on the hilt. He said calmly, "I just want to see your Three Swords Style."
Nakamura Jiro asked, "Is it Shinto Thoughtless Style?"
Xiao Bing said, "You have a good eye."
Nakamura Jiro grinned hideously. "Shibasaki Gentleman of your Shinto Thoughtless Style was killed by my Three Swords Style."
Exclamations came from the audience. Shibasaki Gentleman was one of the top ten masters of Shinto Thoughtless Style. He was one of the top masters in the whole country. His bladesmanship was superb. But one day, he disappeared without a trace. Even his disciples could not find him. No one expected that he was killed by Nakamura Jiro.
But from this, it could be seen that Nakamura Jiro was not only cruel, but also extremely arrogant. He dared to say that he killed Shibasaki Gentleman. Wasn't he afraid of becoming the enemy of the entire Shinto Thoughtless Style? Especially Shibasaki Gentleman's disciples, who would try to kill him at all costs.
He was a lunatic, an extremely arrogant lunatic.
People began to worry about Xiao Bing.
Xiao Bing did not know what kind of person Shibasaki Gentleman was. But he could guess that he must be a well-known figure in Shinto Thoughtless Style. Nakamura Jiro had said that in front of so many people, so someone would definitely seek revenge. Xiao Bing immediately saw through Nakamura Jiro's character. He was a desperate man. It was hard to imagine that someone like him would willingly become Princess Nami's warrior. He must have some ulterior motives.
Xiao Bing didn't care what he wanted. He only cared that he had to win, and at the same time, have a good taste of his Three Saber Style.
Nakamura Jiro's eyes were like those of a wild beast. Xiao Bing had seen too many people with such eyes. Only those who did not care about their own lives would have such eyes.
Xiao Bing looked at Nakamura Jiro calmly and said, "I'm not a softhearted man. I will show you mercy if you want to kill me. But if you want to kill me, I will kill you too."
Nakamura Jiro screamed, "Then come and kill me."
The third sword came out!
The sharp sword went straight for Xiao Bing's face like lightning. Nakamura Jiro unsheathed his other two swords at the same time. He held them with both hands and attacked Xiao Bing from both sides.
One inch longer, one inch stronger, and one inch shorter, one inch more dangerous.
Nakamura Jiro's sword was not long, but it was extremely fast. He could control it with ease, like floating clouds and flowing water. His attacks were thrilling and fast at the same time.
Xiao Bing kept retreating. His eyes were fixed on the opponent's third saber. Although the third saber was not controlled by anyone, it rushed to the front and was the closest to Xiao Bing.
Everyone held their breath. The two of them didn't have any contact, but the feeling they gave off was more thrilling, tense, and exciting than others who had exchanged hundreds of moves.
Just when Xiao Bing was about to step out of the arena, he suddenly stopped. Holding the scabbard in his left hand and the hilt in his right, he drew out a dense net of knives, which completely surrounded Nakamura Jiro. Then they heard a series of clanging sounds, which sounded like firecrackers. It was so intense that it almost broke the eardrums of the audience. Fukuda Ogawa was dumbfounded. Only then did he realize the difference in strength between him and the two people on the stage. Fortunately, the princess chose him, otherwise he would have been the one to lose.
Nakamura Jiro's sword was too powerful and too fast. Xiao Bing did not fight at first because he wanted to weaken the power of the third sword to the minimum. But now, with the continuous sword net, the third sword's momentum was completely exhausted.
Suddenly, the net of knives disappeared. Nakamura Jiro's third knife fell to the ground. In a split second, a bright light slashed across Nakamura Jiro's forehead, from his forehead to his lower abdomen, leaving a deep cut.
Xiao Bing sheathed his sword. There was a hint of regret and solemnity in his eyes. He said softly, "You lost."
Nakamura Jiro fell to the ground with a thud. His forehead was split open and blood gushed out from all over his body. But there was no fear in his eyes. He was indeed a madman, a madman who did not even care about his own life.
Xiao Bing lowered his head and asked, "Why did you apply for the position of personal samurai?"
Jiro's voice was weak, but there was a hint of morbid hatred in it. "There are no good women in this world. They only care about appearances. I want to be by her side … I want to find a chance to let the most beautiful woman in the country have a taste of an ugly man like me … What a pity … What a pity … What a pleasure … What a pleasure."
Nakamura Jiro was dead. The whole place was silent. No one had expected that this ugly man was here to take revenge on a woman, to defile the most beautiful goddess in the world. Princess Nami suddenly stood up and gasped for breath. She pointed at Nakamura Jiro's body and said, "Take him away and cut him into pieces."
A group of samurai rushed out from the dark and went straight for Nakamura Jiro's body. Xiao Bing stood in front of them and held the hilt of his sword. He said flatly, "The dead is dead. Let him rest in peace."
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