C627 One-year Agreement

Jiang Wuchen caught Musashi Jiro's sword with his fingers and held Matsushima Norika's waist lightly with his other hand. All of his movements looked extremely casual.

Musashi Jiro felt like he was being punched in cotton. Even with his five million jin strength, he couldn't use it at all.

"Swift Stream Sting!"

Musashi Jiro roared out