Chapter 13 Section 12

On the day of the duel, no matter whether they are martial arts practitioners or ordinary people, they are all very interested in the victory. Boats to Yanliu Island can be seen following the waves on the sea, some are chartered by wealthy families, some are villagers who like to watch hot spots, and some are wandering warriors who want to take the opportunity to glimpse the realm of the highest martial arts. Musashi is also one of them. Without revealing his identity, Musashi hired a dilapidated boat and sat on the bow. Facing the hot, salty sea wind under the sun, Musashi felt so depressed that he started to scrape the oars to pass the time.Rarely, at this moment, he couldn't concentrate on this life-and-death duel as usual.

Obviously the opponent is very strong, unprecedentedly strong. You may die yourself. But Musashi is very confused now. It should be said that he has been unable to shake off the fear that has filled him these days. When did it start? Always being entangled, always being targeted, you don't need to take the initiative to search to always meet the strong... The nose was a little sore. "Guest, do you believe in fate?" The boatman said while rowing his oars. A black cat sat on the boatman's shoulder, seemingly asleep. "I don't believe it." Musashi looked at the boatman's back.

"I'm from the West, and I'm proficient in life skills. I have something to say to the guests." The boatman stopped rowing. "Tell me." Musashi felt that the boatman was not a mortal. "You are destined to meet countless strong men in your life and encounter endless duels to the death. You are the fear of all swordsmen and the target that swordsmen in the world most want to defeat. This fate will be repeated until the moment you are killed." "..." Musashi was stunned. The boatman was thoughtful, sighed and said: "What is waiting for you on Yanliu Island is definitely not the last battle of your martial arts. In your whole life, if you don't get stronger, you will die."

Musashi's tiger body shook. This shock was not due to fear of a strong enemy. It's the hidden meaning behind it. "Is the boatman an expert?" Musashi was emotional. "Expert?" The boatman shook his head and said, "Aren't you an expert, but I have a similar taste with the guests." "Is it possible to reverse my fate?" "The vitality of the guest is strong and deeply ingrained. I have never seen such an intertwined vitality." Then stop talking. Musashi stared blankly at the sea, all hope was lost. If the enemy can never find him, if those blood-sucking monsters can't get rid of...

So, what about Atong? If he returned to Atong's side, wouldn't he bring those perverted ogres to Atong's side? I can fight again and again, but can I really protect the weak Atong again and again? If I wasn't by A-Tong's side, those demons and goblins would take advantage of it... What crazy doom! Musashi shed tears. Without Atong, what exactly is Tianxia Wushuang? The sun is shining brightly. Yanliu Island is in sight. "Guest, life force is irresistible, but people have many choices." The boatman swung the wooden paddle, as if he had seen through Musashi's troubled mind.

"..." "Whatever choice a person makes, what kind of person he will become-this is not the true nature that can be controlled by the power of fate." Chuanjia said earnestly: "Maybe in the future we will become enemies because of each other's choices, but today I am both If I have fate to send you a ride, I will send you another word." "Please say." "Being famous all over the world is also a way of reporting safety." Musashi suddenly stood up. For a long time, no more words. Looking at the sky, thinking about her. "I am now going to defeat a man named Kojiro Sasaki."

Musashi seemed to hear the sound of a distant flute. "A Tong, please pray for me."