I assembled the strongest swordsman group.

The two were fellow disciples.

Ogiwara Satsumi immersed himself in the Natural Rishin-ryu school of thought for decades.

All the sword techniques and tactical routines of the Natural Rishin-ryu style have long since become second nature to him!

He only needs to assume a stance, or even just raise a hand, and he can anticipate Qing Deng's attack—he dodges Qing Deng's attacks based on this anticipation.

Although Aoto deeply admired Ogiwara Tsukasa's predictive abilities and experience in various schools of martial arts... such abilities were not enough to make him feel troubled.

In the blink of an eye, Qing Deng stepped forward and swung his sword diagonally.

Ogiwara no Tsurugi's body flew straight toward Aoto's porcelain bowl like a swallow.

Bamboo swords clashed, passing each other by.

then……

Click.

Ogiwara no Tsukuru's porcelain bowl is broken.

Qing Deng didn't use any fancy moves or dirty tricks.

It's simply a matter of swinging the sword at a faster speed.

[Ding! Talent detected]

[Successfully replicated talent: "Godspeed"]

[Talent Introduction: Superior reflexes]

[Ding! Detected that the host already possesses a talent of the same type]

[Ding! Initiating talent fusion]

[Ding! "Swiftness +4" and "Swiftness" are beginning to merge]

[Please wait, host... Please wait, host...]

[Ding! Talent fusion successful]

["Speed+4" ability upgrade - "Speed+5"]

[“Swiftness +5” Talent Description: The talent effect is enhanced on top of its original effect. “+9” is the highest level.]

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I'm so sorry! I had some things to take care of at home today! So there will be a little less update today! (Laughing and crying.jpg) I'll definitely work harder to write more tomorrow!

Qing Deng is too strong now; this level of battle is no longer worth mentioning.

Kyoto instance is about to open!

Chapter 498 The Chiba Family Awaiting Aoto and Sanako's Wedding [6000 words]

Upon seeing Aoto shatter the porcelain bowl that Ogiwara had shoved, Kondo Isami on the platform immediately stood up, raised his military pistol high, and shouted:

"White wins!"

"Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh!"

The white team cheered in unison, and the sound waves soared into the sky like a mountain roaring and a tsunami crashing down.

The Red Team members, led by Hijikata Toshizo, all wore dejected expressions.

However, despite their regret and resentment, they did not do anything outrageous.

Even Hijikata Toshizo, who was known for his bad temper, merely sighed and scratched his head.

There were also malicious incidents on the field where the results were not acknowledged or where the winners were verbally abused.

Ultimately, this was just a friendly match with a lot of entertainment involved.

What's more, their direct opponents are the two monsters, Aoto and Souji.

Therefore, even if one loses, it will not bring a strong sense of frustration.

"Did we lose... Hahahaha!"

As Ogiwara Tsuru touched his forehead, which was now bare except for a red cloth strip, he let out a carefree and contented laugh.

"Ah Yong, well done! With such strength, you are truly deserving of being the fourth head of the Tennen Rishin-ryu main family!"

"Thank you for the compliment, but I am Tachibana Aoto."

A member of the red team quickly corrected him:

“Ogiwara-senpai! This isn’t the junior master! The junior master is over there! This is Tachibana Aoto!”

"Huh? Isn't this Ah Yong?"

The old man reverted to his sleepwalking, delirious state.

Just then, a call came rapidly approaching from Qingdeng's side:

"Tachibana-kun!"

Qing Deng subconsciously turned his head—but before his gaze could focus, his vision was blocked by something.

Souji darted to Aoto in one stride, jumped lightly, and skillfully wrapped his arms around Aoto's neck, his little feet dangling in the air, hanging on him like a koala.

"Playing this again..."

Aoto smiled helplessly, then wrapped his arms around Souji's back and, taking advantage of Souji's lunge, used his heels as a pivot to spin around in place with Souji in his arms.

The commander especially likes this game.

Whenever she's in a good mood, she'll always do something like this: jump up, hug Qingdeng's neck, and ask Qingdeng to spin her around, preferably with a force that makes her feet float.

Although today's "Red vs. White" battle was an easy match for both Aoto and Souji.

But in any case, this is a battle that requires fast running and wielding a sword in your hand, and it will inevitably consume some physical strength and make you sweat a little.

At this moment, the commander-in-chief was naturally covered in sweat.

However, this is probably what is meant by "love me, love my dog".

If the person covered in sweat were someone like Kondo Isami or Hijikata Toshizo, Aoto would have kept his distance long ago.

However, if the target is Souji, Sanako, or Kinoshita Mai, then that's a different story.

Aoto felt no disgust at the smell of Souji's sweat; on the contrary, he wanted to smell it a little longer.

He silently hugged the beauty in his arms even tighter.

Despite the thick bear-wrapping cloth covering Souji's upper body, Aoto could still clearly feel it.

Under the dual stimulation of smell and senses, he couldn't help but become distracted.

The commander saw through his little scheme.

She glared at Qingdeng, then said in a low voice only the two of them could hear, with a hint of annoyance:

"Vulgar...thinking about those kinds of things again..."

"Xiao Si, is tonight okay?"

Qing Deng asked back in a serious tone.

"Let's talk about it when it doesn't hurt anymore... I went too far the day before yesterday, and I feel a slight pain there every time I go to the toilet these past two days."

After saying that, the commander subtly and imperceptibly rubbed his buttocks.

At that moment, she suddenly shivered, and then hurriedly loosened her arms from around Qingdeng's neck and climbed off him.

Seeing this, Qingdeng asked in confusion:

"Xiao Si, what's wrong?"

"I can feel their gazes..."

As he spoke, Souji shivered several more times, his shoulders hunching together.

Upon hearing this, Qing Deng immediately showed a knowing expression.

Building a harmonious and happy family... is still a long and arduous task...

He sighed softly as he turned to look at the audience seats where the two women were, a helpless, bitter smile on his face.

……

In the audience—

"Tsk...at least we've finally broken up..."

The moment Sanako saw Aoto and Souji embracing tightly, her eyebrows furrowed instantly, and her cheeks darkened.

Judging from her terrifying appearance, as if she might explode at any moment... if Souji hadn't wisely stayed away from Aoto, she might have directly intervened and separated the two of them herself.

As for the girl in red, who was more emotional and sensitive on the other side... her reaction was even more intense.

"Uh... Miss Wu?"

Elodie swallowed hard, her petite body trembling, and looked at her best friend beside her with a frightened expression.

Kinoshita Mai stared wide-eyed, her lifeless eyes seemingly veiled in black mist, her gaze fixed on Souji in the distance, muttering to herself.

"Okita Tsukasa... Oh, I see... I get it... Very well... I understand... So that's what you mean... to be all lovey-dovey with Aoto in public... After that annoying Chiba Sanako, you're doing this too... Hmph, I knew you weren't someone to be trifled with... You always seem so harmless on the surface, but you're actually full of hidden dangers... Do you all enjoy being horny in public...? Do you really enjoy bullying me because I'm shy and afraid to do anything out of line in front of everyone...?"

Because the volume was too low and the speaking speed was too fast, even he himself couldn't hear what he was saying.

The innocent and naive Elodie, though unaware of what was wrong with Kinoshita Mai, instinctively sensed that her current state was not to be underestimated!

"A dancer? A dancer?"

She grabbed Kinoshita Mai's shoulders and shook her violently.

……

In contrast to the chaotic scene involving the two women, at the same time, a solemn atmosphere permeated another part of the audience.

Chiba Dozaburo—the genius swordsman who inherited the position of the second head of the Hokushin Itto-ryu main family at the young age of twenty—gazed thoughtfully at Aoto on the field.

After a short while, he let out a long sigh and murmured softly, his voice trembling with emotion: