Duel Me as a Samurai, Kyojuro!

"Things like katanas have truly become obsolete. The age of cold weapons has passed. How can a blade be as useful as a gun?"

As Pei Lang watched Rengoku Kyojuro resist so stubbornly, words he had heard long ago surfaced in his mind. Back then, he had still been a samurai...

No matter how he defended the katana, cold weapons still could not stand against firearms. Over time, he gave up the katana and switched to the far more powerful firearms.

Now, the actions of this youth named Rengoku Kyojuro were gradually stirring the desire Pei Lang had buried deep in his heart.

Though his entire body was stocked with firearms, Pei Lang still favored the katana. It was only under the cruelty of reality that he had been forced to numb himself through the use of firearms.

Watching Rengoku Kyojuro give his all to fend off bullets, Pei Lang's long-buried conviction was slowly returning.

"Rengoku Kyojuro... what an admirable fellow... In that case..."

Pei Lang threw away the rotary machine gun in his hand. He would no longer use such firearms. He wanted to have a proper match with Rengoku Kyojuro as a samurai.

Rengoku Kyojuro, breathing slightly heavily, watched Pei Lang discard his weapon in confusion. Why would his opponent throw away a weapon that gave him such an advantage at a time like this? Had he run out of bullets?

Pei Lang took a deep breath and looked at Rengoku Kyojuro with a solemn expression. "Rengoku Kyojuro, right?"

Rengoku Kyojuro returned his gaze with equally sharp eyes and answered passionately, "That's right! I am Rengoku Kyojuro!"

"Good... Let me formally introduce myself. My name is Pei Lang, and I apologize for fighting you in such an improper manner before. Now, I will duel you as a samurai