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"I have no interest in knowing your name. I only know that I must kill you now!" Not only did Miyamoto Ichiro refuse to yield, his fighting spirit surged even higher.

Yamashita Sakuraisen looked at Miyamoto Ichiro with pity and mocked him even more disdainfully. "Kill me? Pfft, forget it. I'm that person's trusted right-hand man, not Captain Flamehead. With your meager strength, you simply don't have what it takes to kill me!"

Yamashita Sakuraisen was not blindly arrogant. With his Blood Demon Art activated, his strength was already enough to crush Miyamoto Ichiro. Even if he stretched out his neck and let Miyamoto Ichiro chop at it, it would take a long time before the defense could possibly be broken!

Looking at the delicious meal before him, Yamashita Sakuraisen had no intention of wasting words on Miyamoto any longer. It was time to enjoy the fruits of his labor!

"Thanks for the meal, Mr. Miyamoto Ichiro. Nom..."

"Heh heh, youngster, you certainly have a talent for spouting nonsense!" A deep, weighty voice rang out behind Yamashita Sakuraisen.

The sudden appearance of the old man infuriated Yamashita Sakuraisen. He hated being disturbed while enjoying a meal, so he angrily turned around. There stood a tall, upright old man, looking at him with a kindly gaze and a faint smile on his face.

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Yamashita Sakuraisen did not care who the old man was. He immediately swung a hand at him. He had no desire to be disgusted by some old geezer while eating.

Seeing Yamashita Sakuraisen attack, Miyamoto Ichiro disregarded his own safety and warned the old man, "Sir, get out of here! This guy is—"

Before Miyamoto Ichiro could finish, Yamashita Sakuraisen's demonic hand, which