The naginatas continuously slashed.
Blood continuously splattered.
From initial disgust to exhilaration.
Kobayashi Itsuki finally experienced firsthand what it meant to go on a rampage.
Before his stamina was exhausted, with his Invisible Hand, he was truly an invincible presence on this battlefield.
Like a cultivator controlling flying swords.
Ten meters!
No enemy could survive within ten meters of him.
This was the absolute forbidden zone on this battlefield!
Death Forbidden Zone!
In the distance, Okuragi Takatora, who had previously held some hope for Magara Tarō Zaemon Naotaka, saw his capable general so easily cut down by Kobayashi Itsuki in just one encounter.
Without a word, he turned his head and frantically whipped the horse beneath him with his long whip, wanting to leave this place as quickly as possible.
To leave this place of trouble.
'He's not human!'
'That guy is definitely not human!'
In Okuragi Takatora's heart at this moment, an emotion called panic was constantly spreading.
In his mind, Kobayashi Itsuki's figure, surrounded by constantly swirling naginatas, cutting down his soldiers, kept replaying.
Okuragi Takatora truly couldn't understand what kind of powerful being could achieve such a feat like Kobayashi Itsuki.
Now, he could only hope that his remaining remnants could buy him as much time as possible to escape.
However, Okuragi Takatora, like Magara Tarō Zaemon Naotaka, had beautiful ideas, but reality was incredibly cruel.
In front of Kobayashi Itsuki, ordinary people were truly no different from chickens.
Chickens at least could fly and run, but people on this battlefield could only wait for death.
The three swords had already been replaced countless times.
Each time after cutting down some enemies, the blades would become dull.
After repeatedly changing them, Kobayashi Itsuki simply brought out the physics holy sword.
With the indestructible property of the physics holy sword, there was no need to worry about wear and tear; he could kill until the end of time.
While chasing Okuragi Takatora, Kobayashi Itsuki conveniently popped a perpetual will sandwich cookie into his mouth.
After fighting for so long, he hadn't sustained any injuries, but his stamina consumption was quite high.
Now, with about ten minutes almost exhausted, this was the perfect time to eat the perpetual will sandwich cookie to maximize its effect.
Eating the cookie, it had to be said that the sandwich cookie tasted quite good.
Swallowing the cookie, Kobayashi Itsuki could clearly feel a warm current rapidly extending from his stomach, quickly spreading to various parts of his body.
As this warm current surged through his body.
His originally somewhat tired body began to recover rapidly.
Feeling this renewed strength, the naginatas swirling around Kobayashi Itsuki's body danced even more rapidly.
Along with the dancing naginatas, this shimmering blade light on the battlefield swept irresistibly towards Okuragi Takatora.
Everything that stood in Kobayashi Itsuki's way was utterly destroyed.
Ijiri Matabei Yoshitoshi, who had been left behind, looked at Kobayashi Itsuki's unmatched figure, opened his mouth as if to say something, but no sound came out.
Once upon a time.
As the famous blue sky samurai of Kasuga Castle, Ijiri Matabei Yoshitoshi's strength was also top-notch.
But now, after comparing himself to Kobayashi Itsuki, he finally understood the disparity between people.
With Kobayashi Itsuki's terrifying strength, almost forming an army by himself, there was only one thing he could do.
That was to follow Kobayashi Itsuki's figure, charge! Charge again!
"Kill!"
Ijiri Matabei Yoshitoshi's roar echoed through the sky, so loud that even the noisy battlefield could not completely drown it out.
With a god-like powerhouse like Kobayashi Itsuki leading the charge, the morale of the soldiers behind him soared, and they all roared, their eyes red with bloodlust.
Everyone's gaze was fixed on Kobayashi Itsuki's back.
They relentlessly pursued this figure, advancing until the end of their lives.
The steel torrent composed of awe-inspiring soldiers was like a hot knife, and Okuragi Takatora's army was a block of butter.
It was effortlessly scattered and cut apart, and without the obstruction of the remaining remnants, the speed of advance became even faster.
In this way, the distance between him and Okuragi Takatora grew shorter and shorter.
Hearing the roar composed of footsteps and hoofbeats behind him, Okuragi Takatora, fleeing ahead, grew increasingly anxious and terrified.
Even though he continuously whipped the long whip in his hand, the horse beneath him was already foaming at the mouth.
Yet, he still couldn't pull away.
If this continued, he would be caught sooner or later.
Okuragi Takatora was scared witless, only able to watch helplessly as Kobayashi Itsuki, who resembled a God of Slaughter, drew closer and closer to him.
"You guys, go stop this fellow for me!" Okuragi Takatora shouted in horror at his Personal Guards beside him, trying to buy himself some time.
But facing his cries, the Personal Guards beside him acted as if they couldn't hear him at all.
Indeed, in other situations, facing other enemies, fighting to the death wouldn't be an issue.
But the existence they faced this time was fundamentally not a normal human.
That was a monster!
An existence like a deity!
These Personal Guards had personally witnessed the people blocking Kobayashi Itsuki's path being dismembered and scattered by the long blade flying through the air, like dolls being taken apart.
How could such a sight give them the courage to turn back?
Gods might have HP bars, which could incite a desire to kill, but Kobayashi Itsuki had none; he was flawless.
No one had the courage to resist such a non-human existence.
They even wanted to run faster than Okuragi Takatora!
Amidst this terror, Kobayashi Itsuki's figure drew closer.
"Buzz!"
The shimmering blade light sliced into the crowd.
In an instant, men and horses tumbled, and the Personal Guards around Okuragi Takatora fell one after another.
Eventually, only he remained!
Okuragi Takatora, who was already scared out of his wits, turned pale.
The horse beneath him stumbled and fell to the ground due to his incessant whipping.
Okuragi Takatora fell heavily to the ground and rolled a few times.
Covered in dust, he looked utterly wretched, having completely lost his previous imposing demeanor.
Kobayashi Itsuki pulled tightly on the reins, managing to stop with some difficulty.
As this was his first time riding a horse, he genuinely hadn't mastered the technique.
Fortunately, there was no longer any threat around.
Sitting on horseback, Kobayashi Itsuki looked down upon Okuragi Takatora.
A cold smile appeared on his stern face, which was stained with spots of crimson.
"What is your name?"
This was the first and last sentence Kobayashi Itsuki spoke to Okuragi Takatora.
"O... Okuragi Takatora... Please, don't kill me. I can give you anything you want..."