Urban Supreme Wild Son-in-Law War God

The three elders of the Southern Border Army wasted no words and charged straight at Miyamoto Musashi.

The eldest elder's hand held a long sword, while the second and third elders each wielded a large saber.

The saber was the standard issue of the Southern Border Army!

However, the sabers in the hands of the second and third elders were clearly different from those held by the Southern Border Army, evidently specially crafted!

"You dare belittle the Southern Border for having no one! Slash!"

The eldest elder roared and swung his long sword toward Miyamoto Musashi's head.

The second elder and the third elder also struck down with their sabers from different directions.

"Well done! With such strength, the eldest elder must have reached half-step War King, and the second and third elders are only one step away!"

"Hahaha! With the strength of the three elders combined, defeating Miyamoto Musashi should be no problem! We will surely emerge victorious in this battle!"

"The number one swordsman of Wo Country will fall today at the main camp of our Southern Border Army!"

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All the soldiers of the Southern Border Army under the platform were visibly buoyed, voicing out loud.

Even the Southern Border King's face flushed slightly with excitement at this moment.

He said with an excited voice, "We have won this fight!"

"That's not necessarily true..."

Ye Ling shook his head with a light sigh and spoke.

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Hearing this, the Southern Border King's expression changed drastically, and he immediately turned to Ye Ling, asking in disbelief, "With the strength of the Southern Border Army's three elders, can't they take down Miyamoto Musashi alone?"

"Even if Miyamoto Musashi is a War King, surely he can't withstand the combined assault of the three elders?"

Ye Ling just shook his head, without saying a word.

Without reaching the realm of the War King, one can never truly comprehend the might of the War King's realm!

Below a War King, all are but ants; not to mention that among the three elders, only the eldest had reached the realm of a half-step War King— even if all three were at that realm, they'd still be no match for Miyamoto Musashi.

"Ridiculous! With such strength, you dare to speak rashly of taking down this old man?"

Miyamoto Musashi's indifferent voice suddenly resounded.

All present changed their expressions at the sound.

Just as the eldest elder's sword was about to strike Miyamoto Musashi's head, Miyamoto Musashi suddenly made his move!

An aura of terror burst forth from Miyamoto Musashi, sweeping across like a violent storm in an instant!

Even the platform beneath their feet trembled incessantly, as if unable to bear the dreadful aura emanating from Miyamoto Musashi.

"Bang!"

With a punch, Miyamoto Musashi hit the eldest elder in the chest, sending him flying outright.

A mighty half-step War King was knocked away with a single punch from a true War King—utterly unable to withstand a hit!

The eldest elder was sent flying instantly, spitting out a mouthful of blood while still in midair.

Miyamoto Musashi's actions did not pause for a moment; after punching away the Great Grandmaster, he caught the wrists of the second and third elders who held the sabers with both hands.

"Crack!"

Two crisp sounds of bones breaking almost coincided.

"Clang!"

The sabers fell from their hands to the ground, creating a clashing noise.

And the wrists of the two elders were completely twisted out of shape, clearly broken by Miyamoto Musashi!

Just from the initial encounter, the three elders of the garden were already showing signs of defeat!

The so-called joint attack tactic of the three men hadn't even had the chance to fully unfold before they were beaten.

Through it all, Miyamoto Musashi's footsteps had not moved even half a step.

He stood proud on the platform, his disdainful gaze sweeping over the three elders of the garden one by one.

He then sneered and said, "Is this the strength of a warrior from the Southern Border?"

"Even if you three join forces, you still cannot make the sword at this old man's waist leave its sheath!"

"If this is all the strength you possess, then the treasured sword of the Old Southern Border King is mine to take, hahaha!"

The wildly arrogant laughter echoed throughout the plaza.

The three elders of the garden were already injured, and even though they were unwilling to accept defeat, they were powerless to change the outcome.

Even in their prime, they couldn't block a casual strike from Miyamoto Musashi, let alone now that they were wounded!

"Northern Liao King, are we of the Southern Border vanquished just like that?"

"That was the only thing my adoptive father left in the Southern Border. If I were to just give away that treasured sword, it would not sit well with me!"

The Southern Border King's face showed a look of misery as he spoke to Ye Ling beside him.

Ye Ling glanced at him and said with some helplessness, "If the Southern Border King is not convinced, you can go up and battle Miyamoto Musashi yourself, can't you?"

"With the strength of the three elders of the garden, this is the most they could have achieved."

"It's not wise to make an enemy out of a warrior king in the first place."

Upon hearing this, the Southern Border King did not show a different expression; instead, his eyes shimmered with an inexplicable brilliance, as if he was pondering something.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

After a moment, the Southern Border King suddenly lifted his head to look at Ye Ling and said firmly, "Northern Liao King, you are right!"

"Since I am the king of this Southern Border, I must do what a king should do."

"Miyamoto Musashi dares to provoke our Southern Border, and even takes the opportunity to humiliate the Dragon Kingdom. I cannot stand by!"

With that, the Southern Border King took steps toward the platform, with a determined look and eyes that shone with an unprecedented brilliance!

Ye Ling raised his eyebrows, surprised at the sight.

The Southern Border King might not have much ability, but at least he had not forgotten what a king should do!

In that case, he was not beyond redemption!

"Come back, I was just joking with you. Why are you taking it seriously?" Ye Ling called out to the Southern Border King.

The Southern Border King paused in his stride but didn't turn his head as he said, "Northern Liao King, my mind is made up. I will restore the last bit of dignity for the Southern Border."

Having said that, the Southern Border King continued to walk forward.

Ye Ling shook his head with a smile and instantly appeared behind the Southern Border King, holding his shoulder and saying with a laugh, "Are you planning to maintain the Southern Border's dignity with your own life?"

"Indeed! My cultivation has greatly regressed, and I no longer deserve to be the king of the Southern Border, so why not end it with a blaze of glory before I abdicate?"

The Southern Border King nodded slightly, saying in a deep voice, "Perhaps this way, in the future, when the Southern Border military mentions me, it will not be as that fellow, but as the Southern Border King!"

Ye Ling patted his shoulder and then walked toward the platform.

"Since you are the Southern Border King, then lead the Southern Border army well instead of trying to use your life to change your image in the minds of the soldiers."

"I will uphold the dignity of the Southern Border for you this time, and as for the majesty of the Dragon Kingdom, it's not something that can be insulted by Miyamoto Musashi—an outsider from Wo Country!"

Ye Ling's resolute voice carried forth, reaching the Southern Border King's ears.

Looking at Ye Ling's towering figure, the Southern Border King's eyes were somewhat dazed. Unconsciously, as the ruler of the Southern Border, tears had begun to well up in his eyes.