Collapse Iron Live Broadcast Connects All Worlds, Scares Wuzhan Away at the Beginning Chapter 078

“Hey, were you… excited just now?”

In the present world, inside the Urahara Shop.

Kisuke Urahara leaned forward, his eyes fixed on the young woman with wheat-colored skin on the sofa, “It’s been a while since I’ve seen you so excited… You didn’t have this expression when you saw Hiyori last time.”

“Of course, because Hiyori’s footwork is more immature… She’s talented, more so than I was when I was young.”

“Oh? What about this one?” Kisuke Urahara pointed at the white-haired woman in the light screen with his ramen chopsticks.

“Her…”

Yoruichi Shihōin sat down opposite him, pondered for a few seconds, then crossed her arms in front of her chest: “…I’m not sure. The footwork and Flash Step she used when fighting Jing Yuan are similar, but there are subtle differences. Hmm… how should I put it? It’s more like an instinctual reaction?”

Yoruichi’s eyes narrowed like a cat’s: “If it’s instinctual… then this woman has probably experienced a lot of fighting. You can’t develop this kind of reaction speed without going through countless life-and-death battlefields.”

“It’s rare to be praised by ‘Flash Goddess Yoruichi’.”

Kisuke Urahara leaned back on the sofa, lazily crossing his legs. He still had a playful smile on his face, but his hat brim hid a concerned look.

“Something on your mind?” he asked, “Distracted in the face of such a wonderful battle? That’s not like you.”

“Well, I’m just a little curious.”

Yoruichi Shihōin showed an expression of both doubt and regret: “Jing Yuan is her disciple, she is the master. Judging from the current battle situation, she trained this disciple very well… I just don’t understand why she would spare no effort to kill an excellent disciple?”

“Besides, his disciple has become a general, and can be considered a pillar of the Xianzhou. According to the present world’s saying, this is considered… an ‘excellent graduate’, right?”

“I’m not sure about that.” Kisuke Urahara shrugged, “Looking at her bloodshot eyes, I guess she must be controlled by something? Looking at her eyes when she was young… hmm, quite pure.”

“Cough, cough, pure…” Yoruichi Shihōin almost choked on her saliva, “You use that to describe a female swordsman who doesn’t know how many people she’s killed?”

“…That’s probably the most distant and unfamiliar word in her life.”

——

“Jing Yuan barely dodged, but still had a strand of hair cut off.”

“Under the icy sword, he seemed to see a great fire… a fire that covered the sky and the sun.”

“That was the scene he encountered hundreds of years ago when he was still a Cloud Knight, a monster who used to be a Cloud Knight was roaring in the fire in the collapsed ruins.”

“Master… he doesn’t remember us.”

“Jing Yuan was still very young at that time, so young that his voice trembled.”

“But before he could finish speaking, a ray of moonlight that seemed to have been stolen from the sky had already pierced through the monster’s chest, flashing past.”

“The monster’s roar came to an abrupt halt.”

“Falling into Mara-Struck is like this.”

“Accompanying the cold and snowy voice was a beautiful and extremely cold face. Jingliu stood sideways, as if always keeping a distance from people.”

“Mara-Struck is the destiny of the long-lived species. If one day, I fall into Mara-Struck, you must never show mercy.”

“Her words and deeds were as always, but in her master’s eyes, Jing Yuan also saw a fleeting sadness… and numbness.”

“This kind of thing… Master must have seen it many, many times, right?”

“Yes… Master.” Just like when he was a child, facing his master’s instructions, he could only say these three words.

Japan, Tokyo.

“One master after another… really good, really obedient student—too bad I like those who are not so obedient.”

Ange put the cigar on the ashtray, looked down at the folding knife on his wrist, “The weapons are not equal, Hega… can you do it faster than this white-haired woman in the sky?”

“Hehe…” Hega Inuyama seriously looked at Ange not far away, and laughed meaningfully.

His Word Spirit is ‘Shundo’, when he could reach 128 times the speed, he was known as the Sword Saint of the Snake-Quartet. If he wielded the Iai sword at extreme speed, no opponent could see his blade clearly.

In the eyes of the opponent, his knife was just a slightly shining air.

When Hega Inuyama was young, he had heard legends of swordsmen from ancient Eastern countries. At that time, he had just met Ange not long ago. Legend has it that swordsmen would spend a long time honing their swordsmanship, from their youthful vigor to their twilight years, exhausting their entire lives, just to reach the ultimate meaning of life.

That kind of sword… is really beautiful. It is as pure as poetry, and as murderous as poetry, lonely enough to cut off time.

The young Hega Inuyama had fantasized about the existence of that kind of swordsmanship, but until today… he was about to die of old age, and he had never seen it.

Not long ago, he had fought a battle with Ange, and that battle finally allowed him to reach the ultimate meaning of life.

Ninth-level Shundo, 516 times the speed of light slash.

The Onimaru Kunitsuna in his hand finally exceeded the speed of sound at that moment, and the high-frequency vibration of the air caused by the extreme speed temporarily cut open the skin on Ange’s shoulder, and the dance floor was covered with a layer of scarlet.

516 times the speed of light slash may be able to hurt the principal, but to not hurt this woman in the light screen… Thinking of this, Hega Inuyama suddenly smiled in relief.

Her swordsmanship is not Iai, but art. It is an art that he can’t imagine even if he exhausts his entire life.

Hega Inuyama closed his eyes, and the fantasy of his youth finally shone into reality after 65 years.

“Tenth level, can you do it? Hega?”

Ange spat out a puff of smoke and kicked the leg of Hega Inuyama’s sofa, “Tenth level might be able to cut off a strand of her hair. Didn’t you like to smell the hair of young and beautiful women when you were young?”

“I’m old, Principal.” Hega Inuyama sighed and said in a hoarse voice, “Are you arranging homework for my next life?”

“After that, after a long time, Jing Yuan saw his master in the Detention Ward.”

“Ugh, ahhh—!” In the shadows, the master curled up and slumped on the ground, and even that icy, snow-like face that never melted for ten thousand years became distorted because of pain.”

“Those who fall into Mara-Struck will have their six senses reversed and their human relations will be lost. Go back, Jing Yuan, Jingliu is dead.”

“Listening to the words of the Detention Ward Judge, Jing Yuan looked at his master in disbelief.”

“The closest master turned into a monster… so pitiful.” Gyomei Himejima put his hands together, and two lines of tears flowed down.

“But haven’t you noticed? Jingliu’s Mara-Struck state is different from others.” Shinobu Kocho discovered the blind spot, “There doesn’t seem to be any branches or anything growing on her body.”

“Indeed… Could it be that her Mara-Struck is not a physical change, but a mental one?” Obanai Iguro suddenly said.