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Demon Sword: The Strongest Samurai

In the imperial era, swordsmanship was paramount, those with high levels of swordsmanship would become figures to be feared and admired. 'Kanaga Yashu' is known as a swordsman at a very young age, his black sword is capable of shedding thousands of thousands of liters of blood alone. He is also known as a demon sword user. Every high-level mission was always completed perfectly, and for that great achievement, the empire even appointed him as one of the generals. But in a major war that occurred in the southern continent, Yashu and all his troops were declared dead. Yes, that was almost completely true, but he was still alive, just alone, while his 5 thousand elite troops had died due to poisoning. 3 years passed, and Yashu reappeared in his clan, but a very different appearance made him unrecognizable by anyone, even always considered crazy and despised. Yashu accepts everything within limits, he doesn't want anyone to know his true identity, only for one main goal, revenge and to transform into the strongest samurai in the world.

Umam_Young · Fantasía
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86 Chs

The power of the clan leader

"The movement is too fast, I can't see it!" Said the group member trembling slightly when he saw the figure of the clan leader who suddenly appeared right in front of him.

"Bamm!"

The clan head's huge fist landed on the belly of the brown-robed figure before him.

"Oaack!" The brown-robed figure couldn't help but stare and vomit blood, and his body was instantly blown tens of meters away.

The other four members who saw him felt their hearts tremble, this was the first time they saw the true truth of the clan leader.

Only with physical strength alone can defeat his opponent easily.

"We are no match for him! Better avoid it first." One of the brown-robed figures said in a deep and helpless voice.

"Mmm!" The three nearby comrades immediately nodded in agreement and scattered away from the clan leader.

"Want to escape?" Do not expect!" The clan leader's anger did not subside, seeing his enemies trying to run away, he immediately took out his blue sword.