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Chapter 1126 "Eternal Talent" - The Heartless Demon Child, Activated! [5200]

"Oh? You found them?"

Orochi raised an eyebrow, a look of delight on its face.

Sato Kenzo nodded:
“That’s right, they were hiding in a very secluded cave, and my men are chasing them.”

The Yamata no Orochi jumped down from a large rock—he was in poor health and had just been resting on this rock—and patted the dust off his clothes.

"It's good that we've found them. Let's hurry over there. Sato-kun, please lead the way."

Although Orochi's leadership style made Sato Kenzo very uncomfortable, it is undeniable that he was very polite and used honorifics no matter who he was talking to.

As soon as Orochi took a step, Ootengu, who was always by his side, silently followed.

Sato Kenzo unconsciously glanced at Ōtakemaru a few more times.

At first, when Orochi said that Ōtakemaru was deaf and mute, Sato Kenzo thought he was joking—how could a deaf and mute person learn swordsmanship?

Unexpectedly, Ōtakemaru really couldn't hear or speak.

Perhaps because he was deaf from a young age and had little contact with the corrupt world, Ōtakemaru had a pair of bright, childlike eyes.

When he stares at you intently, you get a strange feeling of being "seen through," as if he knows everything about you, inside and out.

After turning his gaze away from Ōtakemaru, Sato Kenzo silently led the way.

After a short while, he couldn't help but ask:
"...Orochi, did we come all the way to the capital just to kill those guys?"

The Yamata no Orochi gave a prompt reply:
“That’s right. But to be precise, my only target is that old man.”

Sato Kenzo pressed further:

"An old man? Who is that old man?"

The Yamata no Orochi twitched the corners of its mouth, revealing a meaningful smile:
"They are 'spirits' who are attached to the present world and unwilling to disappear."

He emphasized the word "undead" when he spoke.

……

……

"Drink ah ah ah ah ah!"

Akutsu shouted and swung his katana with all his might.

The kusarigama is a mid-range weapon, unsuitable for close combat, and only suitable for ambushing enemies.

In such a situation where both sides are locked in fierce combat, the kusarigama (chain sickle) is no longer of any use.

Although not as skilled as the Kusarigama technique, Akutsu's swordsmanship is equally impressive.

He wielded a steel knife with great skill, and in the blink of an eye, he forced several people back.

The enemy realized that Akutsu was no ordinary person, so they dared not approach rashly and instead surrounded Akutsu in a fan-shaped formation at a certain distance.

Akutsu narrowed his eyes, his fierce gaze sweeping across the enemies before him along the blade.

While keeping watch on his surroundings, he also observed the battle situation around him out of the corner of his eye.

As soon as the two sides started fighting, the battle became extremely intense.

The clanging of blades clashing echoed incessantly, interspersed with chilling screams and groans.

Whenever the cold glint of metal flashes, blood is sure to splatter out.

Akutsu and his men's bravery and skill in battle are beyond doubt—otherwise, they would never have been able to rescue the old man and Ziyang from that desperate situation last night.

However, the fatigue that had been building up since last night, along with their empty stomachs, caused their condition to deteriorate significantly.

Even more critically, their strength was far from enough to make up for the huge gap in numbers.

Even now, large numbers of enemies continue to emerge from the surrounding darkness, as if the battle will never end.

If this continues, it's only a matter of time before they're all wiped out!

We must find a way to break through!

Akutsu gritted his teeth and tried his best to find a way to break the deadlock.

Unfortunately, the intense battle situation left him no time to think.

"Kill him!"

With a scream, Akutsu's enemies attacked all at once.

Akutsu quickly cleared his mind of all distractions, focused all his energy, spread his arms, and struggled to deal with the siege of his enemies.

In an instant, Akutsu suddenly felt an immense pressure!
He subconsciously followed the heavy pressure and looked over—only to see a "bald samurai" raising his sword overhead and moving with swift and steady steps, attacking Akutsu in the blink of an eye.

"Ya ...

Manifestation Flow!
Akutsu instantly recognized the opponent's style, his expression changed slightly, and he dared not take the blow head-on. He quickly moved aside and dodged.

Before he could even steady himself, the "bald warrior" pulled the sword back to his hand with incredible speed, raised it above his head, and unleashed a new slash.

That's what makes the Shigenryu swordsman so domineering.

Unless you are very confident in your arm strength, never try to take a direct hit from a Shigenryu swordsman's strike.

However, if you dodge, you will expose an opening, giving your opponent a chance to strike a second, third, or fourth time...

Akutsu snorted coldly and engaged in a fierce battle of offense and defense with the "bald samurai" with some difficulty.

While he was being entangled by the "bald warrior," a dark figure darted past him—the other party bypassed his interception and pounced straight at Ziyang, who was not far away!

"Miss Ziyang! Watch out!"

Akutsu's warning alerted Ziyang to the approaching danger.

She steadied herself, lowered her center of gravity, gripped the katana tightly in her hand, adopted an awkward mid-stance, and stared intently at her opponent.

The way she held the knife... calling it "holding the knife" is incredibly disrespectful to the knife.

She simply gripped the knife handle tightly, without any skill involved.

Seeing through the blade's path and dodging it... It sounds simple, but this is definitely not a skill that Ziyang, who is not proficient in martial arts, can achieve.

The only option is to take the opponent's strike head-on!

With this thought in mind, Ziyang gripped the dagger in his hand even tighter, his knuckles turning slightly white.

Despite her slender figure, she was surprisingly strong—she could easily hold a heavy katana in front of her.

She is quite confident in her strength alone!

In the blink of an eye, her opponent was already in front of her, the blade whistling as it slashed down with force.

Ziyang gritted his teeth, tensed his entire body, and raised his sword to meet the attack—

clang!
The expected immense force did not travel along the blade—a sturdy figure suddenly darted out from the side, blocking her path and separating her from the attacker, taking the blow for her.

"teacher?!"

Although he was an old man with gray hair, his physique showed no signs of aging.

He managed to withstand the opponent's strikes thanks to his exceptional physical abilities.

"Azi!"

Upon hearing the old man's shout, Ziyang immediately reacted, instinctively stepping forward and assuming a stabbing stance, forcefully stabbing the knife into the other man's left rib.

Because the old man was holding the knife in his hand, his body was wide open, exposed to Ziyang like a target, leaving him with no way to defend himself.

When she thrust the knife in her palm, Ziyang deliberately laid the blade flat—a vertical blade is easily blocked by the ribs, so when thrusting, the blade should be laid flat so that the edge can pass through the gap between the ribs—she knew this basic swordsmanship knowledge.

With a soft thud, the knife tip pierced through the body effortlessly, penetrating the entire chest cavity.

After twitching a few times, the other person quickly stopped moving, and their lifeless body immediately collapsed, with their chin hanging on the old man's shoulder like a hook.

With a burst of fierce strength, Ziyang pulled the knife back, then staggered back several steps, catching the knife that was hurtling towards his chest due to the momentum of pulling it back.

The old man steadied the other person and then tossed them to his feet as if they were trash.

"Ziyang, well done."

The old man cast an admiring glance at Ziyang.

"It's all thanks to the teacher."

Ziyang shook his head, returning a look of lingering shock.

Working together to defeat an enemy... the old man and the young man felt both fortunate and thrilled.

It's a pity that they only killed one person, which was not enough to change the course of the battle.

Akutsu tried his best, but still couldn't defeat the "bald samurai".

It would be difficult to deal with just one "bald samurai," not to mention that the surrounding enemies would also take every opportunity to harass Akutsu.

Thus, Akutsu gradually fell into a disadvantageous situation.

Seeing this, Ziyang said anxiously to the old man beside him:

"Teacher, let's go help too!"

Without hesitation, the old man rebuked in a deep voice:
"Azi, don't act rashly. It's obvious that we're the target. Taking any action will only make things worse."

Ziyang's facial expression was dominated by intense anxiety.

Despite her anxiety, she had to admit that the old man was right.

The old man was physically strong, but not skilled in martial arts.

As for Ziyang... she's lucky if she can even protect herself.

It's obvious the enemy is after the two of them.

If they stay where they are, it will be easier for Akutsu and the others to set up a defensive line.

If they wander off, Akutsu and the others will have to put in extra effort to find and protect them. They must not let the heavy pressure of the old man and Ziyang's accident, as well as the frustration of being suppressed and beaten, cause Akutsu's face to turn "angry dark red".

"Damn it... don't underestimate... the ambition of 'Big Salt'!!"

A hoarse roar burst from its throat.

Ignoring the fact that the blade in his hand was already covered in wounds, he unleashed a frenzied attack, at one point forcing back his enemies, including the "bald warrior."

But at that moment, he caught a glimpse of a cold glint in the corner of his left eye—a white blade flew out from a tricky angle, striking his side.

Akutsu adjusted his stance while deflecting the attack with his sword.

Before he could even catch his breath, a second blade came from another direction—Akuzu spun around like a top and intercepted it with his sword.

Suddenly, Akutsu felt an astonishing killing intent coming from his side!
He immediately looked up—and saw a dark-skinned young warrior suddenly lower his body and slide towards him!

Just by looking at that exquisite footwork, you can tell that the opponent must be a top-notch master.

Driven by a sense of crisis, Akutsu instinctively adopted a defensive stance.

The next moment, the two steel knives collided in mid-air.

clang!
Click!
First came the resounding clang of blades clashing, followed by the crisp sound of the blade shattering.

Akutsu's katana finally gave way and broke, scattering countless fragments everywhere.

The "Black-skinned Warrior" seized the opportunity and swiftly swung his sword again.

Akutsu didn't even have time to switch swords; he could only fight head-on with the broken blade in his hand.

Because there wasn't enough time to adjust the stance, neither the angle of the swing nor the force of the attack reached the ideal level.

Such a mediocre strike was naturally unable to deflect the opponent's heavy slash.

Although he managed to deflect the opponent's blade and save vital organs, he was not entirely unharmed; the sharp blade still grazed his chest.

"Well……!"

Akutsu clutched the stabbed area, cried out in pain, and collapsed to the ground.

"Akutsu!"

The old man exclaimed in surprise and instinctively moved to help Akutsu.

However, just then, an enemy darted out from the corner like a cockroach, grinning as he charged toward the old man.

Although the old man was able to negotiate with the other party for a while, he was unable to advance or retreat and could not extricate himself at all.

Ignoring the fallen Akutsu, the "black-skinned samurai" shook off the bloodstains on his sword and turned to run north.

Its target is none other than the lonely Ziyang!

Seeing the "black-skinned warrior" rapidly approaching, Zi Yang's expression changed.

Despite her panic, she didn't lose her composure and continued to think calmly.

Turning around and running away—absolutely not, the other person is much faster than her.

In such a situation, exposing one's back to the other party is tantamount to courting death.

In this way, the action I should take now becomes very clear.

She took a deep breath and held the knife at the ready.

Once upon a time, Ebina, Akutsu, and other martial arts experts within the organization taught her that the secret to seeing through an opponent's sword technique was to pay attention to the tip of the blade.

The samurai sword mainly relies on the front half of the blade to kill enemies. Whether it is "thrusting" or "slashing", the tip of the blade is an essential part of the attack.

In short, the attack of a samurai sword revolves around the "tip of the blade".

As long as you keep an eye on the tip of your opponent's blade, it's not difficult to predict their blade path and moves.

After quickly recalling the teachings of Ebina and the others, Ziyang narrowed his eyes and stared intently at the tip of the "black-skinned samurai's" blade, which gleamed with a cold light.

The blade rose, was raised above her head, and then slashed down heavily... All of the above clearly filled her vision.

In a split second, she tightened her heels, raised her blade, and prepared to block the opponent's downward slash.

However, to her utter surprise... the opponent's downward strike was a feint!

He pretended to cut her skull, but actually used a feint, changing the direction of his blade in mid-air. As she raised her sword to block, he slashed at her exposed chest, which was exposed due to the wide opening of her body's center line!

In an instant, all the color drained from Ziyang's face.

She had no time to change her move, nor time to dodge...

Cold sweat broke out on his back, his heart pounded with terror, and intense fear coursed through his entire body.

At this moment, all she could do was close her eyes tightly and prepare to face the excruciating pain and death.

clang! !

The imagined excruciating pain did not occur.

Instead, there was a deafening roar that made her eardrums ache.

A rough, large hand wrapped around her left shoulder. At the same time, she felt a comforting warmth from behind.

"...I finally made it in time."

A familiar voice… the voice I’ve been waiting for since last night… Zi Yang suddenly opened her eyes, raised her head, and stared blankly at the face so close to hers.

"Miss Ziyang, I'm sorry to have kept you waiting."

Qingdeng held Ziyang in one arm and Pilu Zha Na in the other, steadily blocking the "black-skinned warrior's" sword. His light blue haori floated in mid-air due to the high speed of movement.

Ziyang blinked her beautiful eyes again, her face full of disbelief, her cherry-colored lips slightly parted, uttering a soft murmur:
"Zuofu...Master...?"

"Well, it's me."

As Qing Deng spoke, he lightly flicked his wrist—it was a very small movement, yet it easily deflected the "Black-skinned Samurai's" sword.

Whether it was the light blue haori on Qing Deng's body or the terrifying aura emanating from him, the "black-skinned samurai's" pupils suddenly contracted to pinpoints. He leaped back several steps as if fleeing, creating a distance of several meters, and then stared intently at Qing Deng as if facing a formidable enemy.

"Can you still stand up?"

"Huh? Uh..."

Only then did Ziyang belatedly realize that her legs had gone weak and her body was falling uncontrollably to the ground—fortunately, Qingdeng caught her in time.

Qingdeng's sudden appearance was like a boulder thrown into a small pond, drastically changing the atmosphere of the scene.

"A light blue haori...it's the Shinsengumi!"

"Damn it! What are the Shinsengumi doing here?!"

"Watch out! The Shinsengumi are here!"

Which squadron of the Shinsengumi is it?

The Shinsengumi—just hearing this name caused the expressions of the enemies present to change drastically!

The light blue haori—just seeing this garment caused the morale of the enemies present to waver considerably!
Aoto is not the only Shinsengumi member currently appearing.

With a scream, the enemy who had been harassing the old man fell dead on the spot.

Ziyang turned his head and saw that the person who rescued the old man was a petite and beautiful young girl.

She first unleashed a swift high kick, breaking the opponent's neck, and then finished him off with a wakizashi in her hand... Her decisive and ruthless killing technique was just like that of a ninja in a novel.

Suddenly, a voice, devoid of joy or sorrow, came from behind Qing Deng:

"Qingdeng, haven't you hugged me enough yet?"

Sanako, carrying her naginata, smiled as she walked towards Aoto… Correction. To be precise, it was Aoto who was still embracing Shiyo.

Although she was smiling, strangely enough, her smile didn't convey any genuine joy.

At the same time, A-Wu, who was not far away, also cast a piercing gaze at Qing Deng.

"..."

Qing Deng remained silent... or rather, dared not speak, and silently handed Zi Yang, which was in his arms, to Sanako.

Sanako freed her left hand to support Ziyang—a smile appeared on her face.

"Are you OK?"

Ziyang was still not recovered from the situation and nodded blankly like a chick pecking at rice.

"I, I'm fine..."

Aoto, Sanako, and Mai—the only three Shinsengumi members who suddenly appeared here.

Despite this, the fear on the faces of the enemies only increased.

As if by prior agreement, the enemies consciously withdrew from the chaotic battle and retreated in a direction away from Qing Deng and the others.

Akutsu and the others also took the opportunity to regroup, gather their remaining fighting strength, and return to the side of the old man and Ziyang.

Before long, the two sides occupied their respective positions, staring at each other, separated by an invisible "barrier".

For a moment, Sanako and Ama were still looking at Aoto with unfriendly eyes.

As if to avoid the gazes of the two women, Qing Deng stepped forward a few steps, stood in front of everyone, and stood in the very center of the "barrier," facing all the enemies directly.

"...There are quite a few people."

As he spoke, he flicked his right wrist, shaking off bloodstains that weren't actually on the knife.

"Then... let's put in a little more effort."

The instant he finished speaking, a strange light flashed in his eyes.
"Eternal Talent" - Heartless Demon Child, activated!
The next instant, Qingdeng vanished from his spot.

In the next instant, he appeared in the enemy ranks!
His path through the enemy lines was like a sharp scythe, a tool for reaping lives—wherever he moved, he reaped!
In the blink of an eye, more than a dozen enemies were stabbed and fell to the ground, lifeless!
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