I assembled the strongest swordsman group.

After saying that, he turned to face Nakamura Ichiro.

"Master, please allow me to stand guard!"

Ichiro Nakamura paused for a moment, then subconsciously turned to look at Aoto.

"It's alright."

He said calmly and calmly.

"Anyone who wants to fight me, come and fight!"

……

Qingdeng took the bamboo sword from the person next to him.

On the other side, Nakano Jiro had also tightened his sleeves, gripped his bamboo sword tightly, and stared intently at Aoto.

Regardless of his actual strength, his attitude of "not showing any fear even when facing the renowned King Ren" is commendable.

From the main seat, Ichiro Nakamura, who was acting as the referee, explained:

“Your Majesty, our establishment follows ancient traditions and does not wear protective gear during martial arts sparring.”

Qing Deng Wan Er:

"That's quite a coincidence, I don't like wearing protective gear either."

"Then... I, in my humble opinion, will stand as witness! Let's settle this in one game! Bow!"

Aoto and Nakano Jiro, holding bamboo swords, exchanged a squatting salute.

"start!"

The instant Nakamura Ichiro announced the start of the battle, Nakano Jiro swung his sword at Aoto's shoulder.

However, before his bamboo sword could reach Qingdeng, Qingdeng struck his opponent's body with even greater speed.

"Ugh!"

Without any protective gear, he collapsed and fainted from the blow.

[Ding! Talent detected]

[Successfully copied talent: "Minor Proficiency in Swordsmanship"]

[Talent Introduction: Swordsmanship talent is amplified 3 times the average level]

[Beep! A "Minor Master of Swordsmanship" cannot merge with a "Saint of Swords"]

[Talent Fusion Failed]

"Who else?"

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Chapter 523 A Frenzied Challenge! Qing Deng Unleashes His Unparalleled Power! His Talent Abilities Surge! [5000]

The apprentices looked at each other, exchanging bewildered glances.

"I'll do it!"

A young man around 18 years old rushed into the dojo, bent down to pick up the bamboo sword that Nakano Jiro had dropped, moved to Aoto's front, and assumed a fighting stance.

"I am Kenjiro Hojo, the fourth seat of the Seigakukan!"

Qingdeng nodded slightly, beginning his stance in the middle section.

Please advise.

The two stood facing each other in the center of the dojo, and at Nakamura Ichiro's instruction, they bowed and began to fight.

This time, Qingdeng took the initiative.

The bamboo sword whistled sharply as it slashed towards the opponent's chest.

Upon seeing this, Hojo Kenjiro quickly drew his sword to defend himself.

He successfully defended against Qing Deng's attack—this was the assumption of most of the people watching the game.

But what is the truth?

The truth is, Qing Deng's strike was just a feint.

Unable to see through Aoto's intentions and deceived, Hojo Kenjiro recklessly moved the bamboo sword away from the center of his body, leaving his chest wide open.

In the next instant, Qing Deng changed his move with lightning speed, and with a simple and unadorned "salted fish thrust", he knocked Hojo Kenjiro to the ground.

[Ding! Copy to talent]

[Successfully copied talent: "Minor Proficiency in Swordsmanship"]

[Beep! A "Minor Master of Swordsmanship" cannot merge with a "Saint of Swords"]

[Talent Fusion Failed]

"Who else?"

"My name is Miyazaki Xiao! I hope you will be so kind as to enlighten me!"

After bowing, Miyazaki Xiao glided up.

Qing Deng casually spread his legs and stood still, sword in hand.

Just as their bodies and weapons merged into one, Miyazaki Xiao fell forward.

……

"I am Funatsu Shichigozo! Please enlighten me!"

……

"Haaaaaaah!"

……

"Cough! Cough cough cough!"

……

……

One after another, the students of the Jingxue Academy eagerly volunteered to participate.

There are those who wish to bring glory to the sword-fighting academy.

Some were also pressured by the atmosphere.

Among them were many ambitious individuals eager to seize this rare opportunity to test their skills against the renowned Niou.

However, no matter what emotions or mindset they held, they all ended up in the same way—being instantly defeated by Qingdeng.

Their all-out effort didn't even force Qingdeng to break a sweat.

In the blink of an eye, the apprentices of the Jingxue Academy were sprawled on the ground.

They either fainted or groaned while clutching their wounds.

"Who else?"

Qingdeng looked around, and the question he had asked countless times echoed throughout the dojo.

Those who had not yet taken to the field looked at each other again.

This time, no one shouted out a bold "I'll do it!"

Seeing that no one got up, Qing Deng turned his head and his gaze naturally fell on Nakamura Ichiro, who had been sitting upright in the main seat since earlier.

Ichiro Nakamura's expression became much calmer than before.

"...Your Majesty, how about we use an ancient method to decide the outcome in one move? What do you think?"

Qingdeng nodded.

"Can!"

"In that case, I shall make a fool of myself!"

Nakamura Ichiro tore off his haori, leaped forward, and landed in front of Aoto.

Qing Deng raised an eyebrow—just from Nakamura Ichiro's jumping movements, one could tell that his martial arts skills were extraordinary, and he was not on the same level as his disciple at all.

After performing the squatting salute, the two jumped backward, creating a 7-meter gap between them.

At that moment, Nakamura Ichiro suddenly shouted:

“Your Excellency, although I am merely an ordinary dojo master with neither ambition nor great aspirations, I am still a martial artist, and I will do my utmost! I hope Your Excellency will not hesitate to offer you guidance!”

After making this declaration, Ichiro Nakamura pursed his lips, exuding a powerful aura.

"bring it on!"

Qing Deng responded with a concise yet forceful reply.

Nakamura Ichiro's blue-eyed stance, with the tip of his knife pointing diagonally at Qing Deng's eyes.

Qingdeng lowered his bamboo sword, the tip sinking quite a bit.

—Huh? What's going on?

Ichiro Nakamura blinked hard.

He strongly doubted whether he had seen it wrong.

Qing Deng was covered in flaws.

It's like a rotten tree riddled with holes; one wrong blow and it will collapse.

—Forget it! Since we don't understand the situation... let's just stab him first!