I assembled the strongest swordsman group.

Qingdeng let out a long breath, a satisfied smile appearing on his face.

Enhanced cardiopulmonary function... This is exactly the talent he wants now to improve his physical abilities!

Today, "Yuanli" has had a great start, which is truly fortunate!

He turned his head and looked towards the edge of the dojo... that is, towards the other apprentices not far away.

"Next!"

Before the words were even finished, one person eagerly stepped forward.

"I am Shimojo Nota! Please take my place!"

Qingdeng nodded slightly:

Please advise.

Tōno Taidan stood up with his sword drawn and confronted Aōdō.

This person is quite impatient.

Before long, he couldn't contain himself and began to slash with his sword. His movements were swift and powerful, demonstrating that he was a truly exceptional fighter.

In the blink of an eye, his knife was in front of Qing Deng.

Qingdeng calmly raised the sword in his hand and parried the opponent's bamboo sword.

Having just deflected the opponent's attack, he withdrew his feet, retreated to his original position, regrouped, and assumed an attack stance once again.

Half a second later, he slashed out with his second blade.

This time, Qingdeng didn't block, but dodged.

As he dodged, he used the momentum to move forward and, relying on the force of his lunge, swung his knife straight at his opponent's shoulder.

How could these novices, who had barely fought in any real battles, possibly keep up with Qingdeng's sword speed?

Qingdeng's sword technique is from bottom to top, a standard "striking strike".

The blade's momentum was unstoppable, as fierce as a rising dragon!

The knife struck its target precisely, sending the opponent staggering backward several steps before collapsing to the ground.

[Ding! Talent detected]

[Successfully copied talent: "Sensitive of the Wind"]

[Talent Description: Enhanced hearing; the brain's ability to process sound information is enhanced, and the brain will not struggle to process excessive information due to enhanced hearing.]

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

[Ding! Initiating talent fusion]

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[Ding! Talent fusion successful]

[Upgrade from "Wind Perception +1" to "Wind Perception +2"]

A second time!

Another very useful talent!

"Wind Sensing +1"... Ah, no, it's "+2" now. It has always been one of Qingdeng's most frequently used talents.

In the ever-changing battlefield, sight is often less useful than hearing.

The simplest principle is that the eyes can only see within a 180-degree radius in front of them, and even the most capable person cannot escape this limitation, while the ears can hear any movement within a 360-degree radius around them.

Therefore, in group battles where it is "one against many", Qingdeng relies more on his ears than his eyes, using the power of "wind" to pinpoint the enemy's location and guard against their sneak attacks.

This "Yuanli" event has just begun and has already achieved a very good start.

After only two battles, he has already acquired two very good talents.

Qing Deng couldn't help but think to himself:

—It seems that the newcomers that Shie-e-kan welcomed this time are of pretty good overall quality.

He felt his blood rushing through his body.

My body is getting hot!

Although it was just a friendly sparring match where the bigger player bullied the smaller one and no blood was drawn, the long-awaited battle still made Qing Deng feel an overwhelming sense of joy!

Soon, the third challenger appeared before him.

"Gui Binzhou, please give me your guidance!"

The new challenger immediately adopted a highly professional demeanor upon entering the arena.

The bamboo sword was held firmly in front of his chest, guarding the midline of his body.

Knees slightly bent, lower body stable, both feet firmly gripping the floor.

Having experienced countless battles, Qing Deng naturally determined at a glance that his opponent possessed a considerable foundation in swordsmanship.

Have you ever studied swordsmanship before?

Qing Deng asked.

The other party nodded vigorously:

"Yes! I used to be a disciple of Feiyun Luancongliu!"

Flying clouds and chaotic streams—a style I've never heard of before.

Although Qingdeng was puzzled, he didn't take it to heart.

After hundreds of years of development, Japanese Kendo has long been in a state of flourishing diversity.

Every now and then, some brand-new sword styles emerge.

Especially in rural areas, unheard-of and obscure schools of martial arts often emerge.

The former Tennen Rishin-ryu school belonged to this category; once it left Tama, no one knew about Tennen Rishin-ryu anymore.

However, it's worth mentioning that these niche schools of thought are classic examples of "finding gold in shit"—lots of shit, very little real gold.

Either they are complete copies of the techniques and skills of famous schools such as Katori Shinto-ryu and Ono Itto-ryu, with almost no difference except for the name.

Or they just mess around aimlessly, doing nothing of value.

Even though it is the Natural Rishin-ryu style, it is derived from the Katori Shinto-ryu style, and most of its techniques have the influence of the Katori Shinto-ryu style.

Such niche schools of thought, which possess both high innovation and genuine skill, are truly rare.

"please!"

Qing Deng raised his sword, the tip pointing diagonally at Gui Binzhou's eyes—it was the Qingyan stance.

"Drink it! Aaaaaaaah!"

Gui Binzhou suddenly shouted and strode forward, a sharp afterimage unfolding from the tip of his sword! It swept across the spot where Qingdeng was standing!

Almost at the same time, Qing Deng also swung the bamboo sword in his hand.

He first parried the attack—his bamboo sword was held diagonally in mid-air, easily blocking the opponent's slash.

Then, with another flick—the bamboo sword was flicked upwards, deflecting the opponent's bamboo sword.

What seemed like a casual, easy tap caused Gui Binzhou's features to contort and his expression to become distorted.

The bamboo sword in his hand trembled incessantly, as if it were about to burst from his palm.

Qing Deng didn't even need to use his explosive power; his talent "Nine Bulls and Two Tigers +3"... that is, using only the most ordinary physical strength, was enough to make most martial artists unable to resist.

However, this person's martial arts foundation is indeed commendable.

Seeing that his stance was becoming disordered, he quickly retreated several steps, widened the distance, and regrouped.

Of course, if Qingdeng had wanted to, he could have sent him off the field the moment he deflected the bamboo sword.

The reason he didn't do that was quite simple—he hadn't fired for 10 seconds yet.

Qingdeng: "..."

Bin Zhou: "..."

Qingdeng was in no hurry to determine a winner.

Meanwhile, the opponent relaxed their aching fingers and pondered a strategy for victory.

Perhaps he knew that he couldn't defeat the "Great Demon King" in front of him with ordinary means.

Therefore, when he attacked again, he changed his tactics.

He rushed forward in a flash and slashed with his sword.

"Hey! Hey! Hey!"

"Hahaha!"

"Ah! Ah! Ah!"

Accompanied by shouts of "Hehe, haha, ah ah," Gui Binzhou constantly changed his steps, jumping left and right.

With each jump, he would use the momentum to slash.

It was obvious that he was using the force of pushing off the ground to increase the power of his strike.

Snap! Snap! Snap! Snap! Snap! Snap...

The sound of bamboo swords clashing was incessant.

Qingdeng narrowed his eyes, sizing up his opponent while brandishing his bamboo sword, deflecting each of the opponent's attacks as if swatting a mosquito.

In the blink of an eye, Gui Binzhou leaped again—for a fleeting moment, both his legs were in mid-air, without landing.

In that instant! Qing Deng seized this fleeting opportunity! He stretched out his right foot, inserted it between the opponent's legs, and then suddenly tripped him—the opponent's entire body was "suspended" in mid-air, how could he possibly resist Qing Deng's "twist"?