Mitsuhide admitted it.
He was feeling just a little bit panicked right now.
Goro Takemura, despite having an accent and looking like a certain lesser-known comedian in Night City.
Was genuinely strong.
According to Berry's definition.
Goro Takemura was among the stronger echelon of "legendary" level individuals in Night City.
While Mitsuhide, and Kikyo, who shared the same mother Chassis, were only designated "Epic" Chassis.
Although there was only one rank separating "Epic" and "legendary," and Mitsuhide was counted among the strongest few.
He had practically reached the realm of Post-Celestial Great Perfection for the "Epic" level, making him half a step into the "legendary" rank.
However, a small difference in combat power is still a difference. Not only is the gap between "Epic" and "legendary" so vast, but in battles between strong individuals, that slight difference is the key to victory or defeat.
After all, this wasn't the neighboring Xuanhuan Film Set.
Mitsuhide couldn't simply snort, declare, "You Have Courted Death," and then forcefully kill someone above his rank.
That wasn't very realistic.
Of course, if Berry could ensure Mitsuhide could stall for ten or so minutes, waiting for his Main Body and Kikyo, who were rushing over from Night City, then he could still battle Takemura.
But unfortunately, this was Night City; this was Cyberpunk.
Besides the fast pace of life, the pace of combat was also fast.
Forget ten minutes, the outcome could be decided in two or three minutes.
Therefore, Mitsuhide could only rely on himself now.
As for Panam Palmer.
Mitsuhide didn't think Panam Palmer, an un-augmented Meatbag, could be of any help.
It didn't matter, as long as he held his ground firmly, there would be a way.
By his estimation, the odds between him and Takemura were barely three-to-seven—a thirty percent chance of victory was already pretty high, wasn't it?
Mitsuhide comforted himself this way and prepared for battle.
"I say, Goro, are you really not going to hand Anders over to me first, and I'll return him after I've gotten the information?"
But unfortunately, Mitsuhide's well-meaning suggestion was met only with silence from the Stone Face Takemura.
Looks like it's a no-go.
He would just have to fight it out.
Mitsuhide sighed softly.
Ah, Arasaka.
"Samurai, this time, I will rightfully take back Lord Saburo's Personal Katana."
Seeing Mitsuhide draw his blade and take a fighting stance, Takemura nodded approvingly.
He also drew the katana from his waist.
Although he didn't know where Takemura got the katana on his waist, the blade was gleaming and the quality was clearly excellent.
It was certainly enough to fight Mitsuhide... The two stood facing each other, katanas in hand.
Above them, the sun shone like a furnace in the clear blue sky, with white clouds scattered across the expanse.
---------------------------------
If you'd like to read the next 70 chapters in advance, you can support me on Patreon.
I regularly post chapter previews there, so you'll always be up-to-date and won't have to wait too long.
patreon.com/SolyuraMT
And if you enjoy the story, don't forget to give me a Power Stone. Your support really motivates me to continue translating!