I assembled the strongest swordsman group.

The first round ended in a draw.

When the second round began, the two shouted and started fighting, neither of them taking turns.

Qing Deng's knife stabbed towards Liu Chuan Zuo Men's waist and abdomen.

Liuchuan Zuomen's sword slashed into Qing Deng's chest.

The two steel knives clashed repeatedly, making a continuous clanging sound.

Because of the fierce force of the blades, the two exchanged blows and passed each other, but still charged forward several steps without losing momentum.

Qing Deng steadied himself first, then turned around quickly and dashed forward like an arrow released from a bow. With a shout, he launched a fierce attack.

Liuchuan's left gate met the attack relentlessly.

He nimbly stepped forward and used the momentum of his lunge to dodge Qing Deng's attack, then slashed the knife in his hand at Qing Deng's chest.

The two, wielding steel blades and locked in fierce combat, roared as they passed each other once more.

They charged forward, pulled back, turned around, and then closed in again to fight.

Qing Deng struck Liu Chuanzuo's shoulder.

Liuchuan Zuomen then swung his sword and fiercely attacked Qing Deng's wrist.

During the fierce exchange of blows, both men skillfully employed defensive techniques to avoid danger, then retreated sharply to face each other at close range, glaring angrily at one another.

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Chapter 610 The Dreamlike Talent of a TikTok Enthusiast:! [4300]

Liuchuan Zuomen stared coldly at Qingdeng.

His eyes narrowed to slits, concealing a cold glint like the tip of a needle.

Such a sharp gaze leaves no doubt that no change in the opponent's expression or any slight movement can escape the capture of those eyes.

—Impressive skills!

Qingdeng couldn't help but secretly cheer in his heart.

For him, a swordsman with such superb skills was indeed a long-lost talent.

It is obvious that Yanagawa Zamon's strength is not on the same level as the other loyalists he just fought.

The latter are like a group of kittens with fierce-sounding meows, but when they actually fight, they just throw punches wildly.

The former is a fierce and savage tiger, which, when it moves, will take a life! Its swordsmanship and physical abilities have reached a level that is truly breathtaking!

—The Tosa Loyalist Party did have some talented members after all…

The moment this thought arose, Qing Deng seemed to realize something. A thoughtful look crossed his brows, and his eyes narrowed slightly. Two deep, straight gazes pierced the air, pointing directly at Liu Chuan Zuo Men.

Although the opponent's strength exceeded his expectations, well... to be honest, that's about it!

"what……"

Suddenly, Qingdeng exhaled a breath of stale air.

At the same time, he loosened his grip slightly, giving the knife in his palm a light, rhythmic movement. Otherwise, everything remained the same; he neither changed his stance nor closed the distance between himself and his opponent.

However… Yanagawa Samon’s gaze suddenly darkened, and his brows furrowed sharply, as if he had witnessed something unbelievable—and indeed, that was the case.

If Qingdeng was a towering mountain that exuded a sense of oppression just now, then Qingdeng now is a wisp of mist, light and elusive, making it difficult to grasp.

Even though he only slightly adjusted his grip on the knife, such a big change could occur... A heavy veil gradually settled on Yanagawa Samon's cheeks.

No matter how high or solid a mountain is, it is still a physical entity that can be touched and felt.

But smoke... is invisible and formless, so even if you want to attack, you don't know how to start.

Startled by the "transformation into mist," Yanagawa Samon, who dared not make a move, decided to proceed with caution and change to a more conservative strategy.

His knife tip moved slightly up and down in a circular motion, his eyes fixed on Qing Deng's every move as if trying to see through him, each action performed with utmost care.

Suddenly, Yanagawa Samon took a step forward with his right foot, then stepped back to his original position.

Immediately afterwards, he moved his right foot forward a short distance with the sole of his foot sticking to the ground, and then stood back in his original position.

At first glance, he seemed hesitant to proceed.

A moment later, the twitching of his knife tip became more intense than before, and his breathing became much heavier.

Qingdeng's stance has a strong sense of oppression. If the confrontation lasts too long, it will feel like a boulder pressing on your shoulders or your feet sinking into the mud.

As time passed, Qing Deng's unwavering stillness made Liu Chuan Zuomen increasingly anxious.

A strong and resilient mind is an essential quality for a swordsman. Whoever loses their composure first is more likely to reveal a weakness. Although this is a well-known truth, the reality facing Yanagawa Samon is that if the stalemate continues and he slowly battles Aoto with the eagle, he will definitely not be able to defeat his opponent!

Therefore, in order to break the deadlock, Yanagawa Samon rallied his spirits and decided to take the initiative to launch an offensive!

The right foot goes first.

His right toe scraped the ground as he slowly moved forward a little, just like before.

At that moment, the scene before his eyes suddenly became strange—Qingdeng suddenly grew larger.

The next instant, he realized with astonishment: it hadn't "grown bigger," but had actually gotten right up to him!

Qing Deng suddenly spread his elbows, his body standing upright like a spring, and charged straight at Liu Chuan Zuomen with his sword, unleashing a simple yet powerful and fast "New Year's Greeting Slash".

Liuchuan Zuomen felt as if a giant exuding a sharp aura was pressing down on him!

At this critical moment, Yanagawa Samon tightened his heels, lowered the blade, pointed the tip diagonally at the ground, and then used his waist and legs to forcefully parry the blade that was heading straight for his head.

Taking advantage of the momentum of his sprint, Qing Deng rushed forward several steps and passed by Liu Chuan Zuo Men.

Just as their sleeves touched, Qing Deng pulled the sword that Yanagawa Samon had parried back to his hand and slashed again with lightning speed.

Yanagawa Samon's reaction speed was no longer able to keep up with Aoto's sword speed!

Although he instinctively jumped to the side, Qingdeng's knife tip still grazed his chest like a very flexible whip.

Liu Chuan Zuomen felt as if his chest was being burned, with excruciating pain.

Fortunately, it was an unsharpened knife; otherwise, his chest would be bleeding profusely by now.

With his body shifting, creating space, steadying himself, and turning to counterattack, Qingdeng completed this entire sequence of movements at incredible speed!

This time, he didn't run over, he leaped up!

With a loud bang, Qing Deng leaped up as if he were a spring up from dry land, his knife hurtling towards Liu Chuan Zuo Men's body with the force of Mount Tai.

He was incredibly fast.

Whether it was the speed of his leap or the speed at which he swung his sword using the momentum of his fall, it was incredibly fast, so fast that Yanagawa Samon had no time to dodge.

All he could do was grit his teeth and use offense as a form of defense!

In the blink of an eye, Liu Chuan Zuomen exhaled a breath of turbid air, neither dodging nor flinching, but stepped forward to meet him, brandishing his sword in counterattack.

Anyone with eyes can see that the two are clearly not on the same level in terms of attack speed and strike power.

After the two blades collided, Qing Deng acted as if nothing had happened; neither the blade nor his arms holding the blade trembled.

On the other hand, Liu Chuan Zuomen... thud, thud, thud... as if scalded by boiling water, he took three big steps back before finally regaining his balance, his wrists trembling slightly.

Without a moment to catch his breath... Liuchuan Zuomen didn't even have time to relax his swollen and aching fingers before a brand new offensive unfolded swiftly before his eyes!

This time, Qing Deng's method of close combat was to "approach little by little," using the blade to gradually close the distance to Liuchuan Zuomen.

He moved forward with tiny, shuffling steps, as if he were washing the floor with his own cloth socks.

When the distance between the two closed to three or four meters, he suddenly accelerated and launched a fierce attack like a whirlwind!

Although his arms, wrists, and fingers were still aching terribly, the current situation left no room for Yanagawa Samon to complain of the pain. He endured the pain for the time being and raised his sword to fight back.

This fierce battle lasted for quite a long time.

Qingdeng nimbly changed his stances, his footwork dazzling, launching attacks from different angles.

His body darted and shifted.

The moves were a mix of feints and real attacks.

The relentless attack continued.

A storm of attacks poured down on the left gate of Liuchuan.

If it were an ordinary person with average skills, they would probably be knocked out on the spot after being hit by Qingdeng's fierce attack.

However, Yanagawa Zamon's skills are indeed remarkable.

As everyone watched, his tall figure nimbly dodged left and right, countering each move with ease, sometimes cleverly using his movement, sometimes exchanging blows with his sword, and effortlessly deflecting the wooden swords that came flying at his head.

In this way, Yanagawa Sakai defused Aoto's moves one by one.

But... that's all he is.

Although he could barely block Qingdeng's attacks, he was only "able to parry but unable to retaliate."

Moreover, the only time he can contend with Qingdeng is now.

The reason is simple—the strength and physical abilities of the two sides are vastly different.

Although Liuchuan Zuomen was proficient in the art of dissipating energy, no matter how powerful the dissipation technique was, it ultimately had its limits.

“强肌+5”、“熊之腰+5”、“铁肺+4”、“虎之臂+4”、“神速+6”、“象的核心+4”、“九牛二虎+3”……这些天赋可不是摆着好看的。

With these talents, Qing Deng had long since reached the point where he could suppress most martial artists even if he was just randomly swinging his sword.

Qing Deng's lightning-fast sword swings forced Liu Chuan Zuomen to repeatedly clash with him, leaving him no time to dodge; the powerful and heavy blows strained his arms; the relentless and frenzied attacks left him no chance to catch his breath.

With the balance of power shifting, Yanagawa Samon's defeat is only a matter of time.

And that is precisely Qingdeng's goal.

For Qingdeng, this tactic was always effective.

"Skill" is something that only becomes truly effective when both parties' physical abilities are roughly equal.