Urban Supreme Wild Son-in-Law War God

"Master Miyamoto, please consider changing the condition! It involves the Old Southern Border King, and I cannot agree to this condition!"

"Not just me, no one in the Southern Border Army would agree to it either!"

The second elder watched Miyamoto Musashi and spoke in a deep voice.

Miyamoto Musashi, however, was not in the slightest hurry, but simply laughed lightly and said, "Second elder, you had better think carefully before you speak."

"I know your affection for the Old Southern Border King, and you don't want to use what the Old Southern Border King left behind as a bet, but have you considered, Second Elder, what if the outcome of our duel today were to spread?"

"The entire Southern Border Army would be shamed because of this, and I think, compared to the reputation of the Southern Border Army, a mere saber left by the Old Southern Border King is nothing, right?"

Upon hearing this, the second elder's expression slightly changed.

Indeed, as Miyamoto Musashi said, compared to the honor of the entire Southern Border Army, a mere saber naturally counts for little, even if it was left by the Old Southern Border King!

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But to take out the saber left by the Old Southern Border King as a bet, the second elder really couldn't do it.

Not just him, none among the three elders of the fields could possibly do such a thing.

The reason the three of them had attained their positions today was entirely due to the Old Southern Border King, without whom they might have long since been decapitated.

Even if they were conspiring to dethrone the Southern Border King, the three of them, toward the Old Southern Border King and the entire Southern Border Army, were absolutely loyal!

If it weren't for the fact that the Southern Border King was really incompetent and had disappeared for many years in succession, they would not have contemplated such an action.

For a moment, the second elder was troubled and could only look towards the Grand Elder and the Third Elder below the arena.

Seeing the second elder looking at him, the Grand Elder and the other elder also looked towards the Southern Border King.

Even though they fundamentally despised the Southern Border King, he was, after all, the adopted son of the Old Southern Border King and the only descendant of the Old Southern Border King.

Regarding the saber left by the Old Southern Border King, the Southern Border King undoubtedly had the most authority to speak.

"Northern Liao King, what should I do now?"

The Southern Border King, lacking any opinion, threw the problem to Ye Ling.

Ye Ling glanced at him and then smiled, saying, "Since Miyamoto Musashi has already put it this way, if you reject his proposal, the Southern Border Army will indeed become the laughingstock of others as he said."

"I understand now!"

The Southern Border King nodded slightly and spoke in a somber voice.

Unbeknownst to him, the Southern Border King, who held a title equivalent to a war zone king, gradually became respectful and even awestruck by Ye Ling!

"Miyamoto Musashi, the saber is a significant relic left by my adoptive father and its quality is superb, perhaps one of the rarest in the world!"n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

"Since it's a wager, I, with this saber from the Southern Border Army, will bet, and what will you, Miyamoto Musashi, stake against us?"

The Southern Border King, with a detached look in his eyes, watched Miyamoto Musashi, who had a defiant expression on the platform, and slowly began to speak.

Seeing the Southern Border King willing to accept Miyamoto Musashi's condition, the three elders each sighed internally.

After all, the saber was left by the Old Southern Border King, and as his adopted son, the Southern Border King naturally had the right to dispose of it.

"That's simple! If I am defeated by the hands of the three elders today, I will, in front of so many from the Southern Border Army, disable both my arms and abstain from the affairs of Wo Country and Dragon Country for life!"

"Southern Border King, what do you think of my condition?"

Miyamoto Musash's gaze was piercing, staring directly at the Southern Border King, and he spoke loudly.

Even just that gaze alone put unprecedented pressure on the Southern Border King.

The Southern Border King had once been a pinnacle Great Grandmaster, but after succumbing to the Ice Spirit Gu and the treachery of the Medicine King, he was forcefully rendered unconscious for three years, and his martial arts prowess plummeted from the peak of a Great Grandmaster to the middle phase of a Great Grandmaster.

With his current strength, he couldn't even withstand the gaze of the Miyamoto Musashi!

Ye Ling raised an eyebrow and placed a hand on the Southern Border King's shoulder, dispelling the force emanating from Miyamoto Musashi.

Then Ye Ling looked towards Miyamoto Musashi, sneering, "Miyamoto Musashi, the sword left by the Old Southern Border King of my Dragon Country isn't something a mere pirate like you can match with mere arms!"

"Thinking you could exchange your arms for the sword left by the Old Southern Border King of my Dragon Country is quite a daydream!"

"Your stakes are too low; if you wish to continue this duel, raise your stakes!"

As these words were spoken, the attention of everyone present fell on Ye Ling.

Ye Ling stood straight, his gaze fearlessly meeting that of Miyamoto Musashi, and one could even clearly see the disdain in his eyes!

But looking at the Southern Border King, although he had stabilized his stance with Ye Ling's help, there was still a trace of fear in his eyes.

Both were kings in Dragon Country's war zone, yet the disparity between them was so vast.

"Hmph! Who are you?"

"Since when is it your place to meddle in the matters of the Old Southern Border King and the Southern Border Army?"

Miyamoto Musashi said coldly.

By then, the Southern Border King had regained his composure, and with a cold stare towards Miyamoto Musashi, he said, "The... the intentions of Brother Ye are my own intentions!"

"If you want this duel, add to your stakes for me; if not, then let this matter rest!"

Miyamoto Musashi slightly furrowed his brows, with so many people around, no one understood his longing for the famous sword.

He had long coveted the sword carried by the Old Southern Border King, but unfortunately, the Old Southern Border King was too formidable, and Miyamoto Musashi, who had been only a Grandmaster at that time, simply couldn't procure the sword from him.

But now things were different. The Old Southern Border King was deceased, the Southern Border King was no more than debris, and Miyamoto Musashi had stepped into the realm of a War King.

For that sword, Miyamoto Musashi was determined to have it!

"Fine! If I lose today, I will cripple my own martial prowess!"

"Is this condition satisfactory to you, Southern Border King?"

Miyamoto Musashi shouted loudly, then his gaze was sharp like lightning as he stared directly at the Southern Border King.

The Southern Border King's body trembled, evidently intimidated by Miyamoto Musashi's gaze to the point he dared not meet his eyes!

By his side, Ye Ling shook his head and sighed lightly, then said, "That's more like it!"

The Three Elders of the Garden knew well that Ye Ling's strength surpassed theirs, naturally not daring to contradict him.

Moreover, they understood that what Ye Ling was doing was to maintain the dignity of the Southern Border Army to the greatest extent.

"That sword will be in my possession today!"

Miyamoto Musashi's gaze swept indifferently over the Three Elders of the Garden as he spoke coldly.

At his words, the expressions of the Three Elders of the Garden changed, and a deep anger appeared in their eyes.

Then the eldest and the third elder leaped into the air and landed on the arena.

The three elders stood side by side, their gazes sternly fixed on Miyamoto Musashi.

Despite facing the trio, Miyamoto Musashi showed no sign of weakness, but instead appeared even more imposing.