I assembled the strongest swordsman group.

Suddenly, a patriot thrust a short gun at Qing Deng's back.

As if he had eyes in the back of his head, Qing Deng didn't even turn his head. He swung his knife with a backhand, and a flash of purple light—half a broken spear and a fine head flew into the air, tumbling and dancing before falling into a dark, shadowy corner.

After sweeping down the enemy with his blood-stained blade, he stood naturally down beside Qing Deng and continued walking forward at a leisurely pace.

Unable to bear the suffocating and terrifying pressure, a certain patriot roared in frustration, raised the knife in his hand, and slashed at Qing Deng's head.

A flash of purple light—

Qingdeng's right arm snapped open, and in the next instant, the other person's body was sent flying as if by a slam, smashing through a nearby window and flying outside the warehouse.

At the same time, another patriot on the opposite side rushed forward while Qing Deng was exhausted from using his moves.

The purple light flashed again—

Qingdeng pulled Vairocana back to his side with incredible speed.

The blade, which had turned back, became an attacking move, sweeping diagonally towards the patriot who was rushing towards him.

The other person staggered back a few steps, the knife in his hand clattered to the ground, blood spurted from his neck, and after struggling a few times, he fell straight to the ground, lifeless.

In an instant, the light in Qingdeng's eyes went out.

It turned out that someone had leaped into the air, his knife whistling as it hurtled towards Qing Deng's head.

The purple light flashed again—

Qingdeng twisted his body slightly to the right, dodging the attack while stepping forward, and Vairocana leaped up like lightning.

With a dull thud, the man fell straight to the ground. Although he managed to stand up, his body swayed from side to side as if he were drunk, and he fell back to the ground a moment later, his whole body convulsing violently.

The interlacing, shimmering purple blade light divided the atmosphere and space.

With every step Qingdeng took forward, one or more patriots would fall at his feet, and the number of corpses on the ground grew ever larger!

The invincible Qingdeng, the routed Zunrang patriots... such a scene makes it clear at a glance that there is no need for Miss Jin and others to appear!

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Chapter 820 So you're also a member of the Big Salt Party! [5100]

This is exactly what is meant by "utterly defeated".

Miss Jin and the others were stunned and speechless.

Looking up, Qingdeng's fighting posture—his footwork in dodging attacks, his sword-wielding techniques, the transition between offense and defense, and the connection between each move—from his body stance to the details of his fingertips, everything was exquisite, profound, and fluid, a feast for the eyes!

Without a doubt, this is a superb move that only someone with unparalleled skill and combat experience could display!

Calling them "dancers"... is probably not quite appropriate.

Qing Deng's movements are more than superb, but lack elegance.

To be precise... right now, Qingdeng is more like a machine that specializes in wielding a knife and killing people!

They kill on sight, their movements are bold and efficient, and they will never use a second strike if they can kill the enemy with one strike, minimizing their own consumption while maximizing the enemy's casualties!

Unbeknownst to them, Miss Jin and the others, who had fallen into a daze, neither spoke nor moved, as if they were clay or wooden sculptures.

About five seconds later, Miss Jin was the first to react, and she shouted:

"Don't just stand there! Go help!"

As she spoke, she took six shuriken from her waist, grabbed three in each hand, then kicked the window in front of her, aimed at the few unlucky guys closest to her, took a deep breath, and swung her hands violently—throwing all six shuriken away.

The unstoppable advance of Qingdeng was already overwhelming the patriots, leaving them no time to think about anything else.

Therefore, the patriots were completely caught off guard by the sudden shuriken attack.

By the time they heard the sound of wind breaking, it was too late.

All six shuriken thrown by Miss Jin hit their targets without missing a single one.

Those unlucky guys she targeted all fell victim to her scheme—two died on the spot, and the other two were seriously injured, greatly reducing their fighting strength.

She aimed at vital areas such as the wrists, ankles, neck, and head—areas that could kill directly or incapacitate someone.

She threw multiple shurikens in one go; almost without aiming, she simply raised her hand and threw; her accuracy was incredibly high... Miss Sumire's superb throwing skills were on full display at this moment.

When Miss Jin and the others arrived to provide reinforcements, Qing Deng, with his keen ears, had already noticed their movements.

He continued to wield his sword to attack the enemy while secretly glancing at them out of the corner of his eye.

After witnessing Miss Sumire's superb shuriken throwing technique, Qing Deng couldn't help but admire her skill.

Qing Deng had seen many people skilled in using katana, wakizashi, spears, and naginata.

But he had hardly ever seen anyone skilled in using shuriken.

He couldn't help but think that the girls around him who knew martial arts not only had very different personalities, but also used different weapons.

Souji is skilled with a katana, Sanako with a naginata, Mai with fists and feet, Tenshōin with a bow and arrow, and Sumire with shuriken.

After a moment of random thoughts, Qingdeng quickly cleared his mind and refocused on the battle at hand.

Although it was obvious to everyone that Qingdeng alone was enough to take over the warehouse and wipe out all the enemies, and there was no need for Miss Jin and the others to help, the feeling of "others are busy while I just watch" was really frustrating.

Thus, under Ms. Sumire's leadership, Ebina Yemune and the female ninjas all joined the battle.

Ebina Ye Zong drew his sword, shouted, and charged into the chaotic battle. He aimed at a certain patriot and slashed him across the head.

This strike was brilliant; the blade traced a beautiful curve in mid-air, slicing off half of the forehead.

In the next instant, while adjusting his breathing, he assumed the stance of Zanshin, pulled the sword back to his chest, and after charging up his strength, slashed at the next enemy.

While Ebina Ye Zong's swordsmanship skills were not particularly outstanding, he possessed extensive combat experience, being a veteran who had fought countless battles.

At the same time that Ebina Yemune was fighting bravely, Ms. Sumire and her female ninja began to display their skills.

Miss Jin wasn't exaggerating; her subordinates were indeed very skilled at using concealed weapons.

They scattered and took up high ground, then pulled out shuriken that gleamed coldly from various parts of their bodies.

In an instant, a rain of shuriken filled the warehouse!

Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!

Qingdeng heard a series of sharp, whistling sounds coming from above his head, making his scalp crawl.

Shuriken sliced ​​through the air, leaving breathtaking afterimages as they attacked the patriots from all directions.

Immediately following the sound of wind breaking was a chorus of screams and groans.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

"Ugh...! My hand...! My hand has been pierced...!"

"You actually used hidden weapons! You're despicable! If you have the guts, come down and fight me!"

Faced with the patriots' "complaints," Miss Jin impatiently unleashed a torrent of profanities:

"What are you yelling about? You ignorant bastards! This is how we female ninjas fight!"

Aside from exceptionally gifted individuals like Souji, the vast majority of women are far inferior to men in terms of muscle strength and physical fitness.

Therefore, if women want to kill enemies and achieve results like men, they can only find another way and choose weapons that are suitable for them and can bridge the gap between men and women.

For example, a long spear or a naginata that has a distance advantage.

Or, to put it another way, hidden weapons such as shuriken or kunai.

Even a woman, when she throws a shuriken with force, is enough to defeat the enemy!

Among the rain of shuriken flying everywhere, Miss Sumire's shuriken were the most accurate and powerful.

If she doesn't raise her hand, all is well; but if she does, a patriot will fall to the ground screaming or die instantly.

His skills were so superb that even Qing Deng couldn't help but be tempted and had the idea of ​​poaching him.

Of course, Qingdeng was aware of his own limitations.

He didn't believe that he could "lure" the head of the Great Salt Party's intelligence network with just a few words or by enticing him with fame and fortune.

After meeting members of the Great Shio Party, including my grandson Chutaro, Ebina Yesou, and Ms. Sumire, Aoto finally understood that those who would still join the Great Shio Party under such circumstances of repeated persecution were basically a group of steadfast idealists.

For more than two decades, the shogunate’s relentless pursuit of the Ōshio Party has had a “reverse filtering” effect.

Those with weak wills would have given up long ago.

Those who stayed behind were mostly a group of people who were fearless in the face of death and had unwavering resolve.

If time allowed, Qingdeng might take a "cat and mouse" approach, playing with these patriots in front of him with great interest, and incidentally picking up a few more talents along the way.

But now, the four characters "Burning Kyoto" hang like a Damocles' sword over Qing Deng's head, making him dare not relax.

In addition, he was also very concerned about the situation at Ikedaya and kept it on his mind.

Therefore, all he wanted to do now was to take over the warehouse as soon as possible, kill the lunatics led by Yoshida Toshima, resolve the crisis of the "Kyoto fire," and then rush to Ikedaya to check on the situation.

As he stormed the warehouse, he casually asked, "Which one is Yoshida Toshima?"

But after all that, he still didn't know who Yoshida Toshima was.

But it doesn't matter anymore.

—If you keep swinging your sword and killing all the enemies in front of you, you will eventually be able to kill Yoshida Toshima!

With this simple idea in mind, Qingdeng leaped out like a wild beast and tore another patriot to pieces.

With the support of Miss Sumire and others, the current battle situation... needs no further explanation.

When the opponent was only Niou, the righteous warriors were already routed.

Now, not only is there Niou, but also a seasoned veteran, with countless shurikens flying overhead... The battle has become one-sided! There is absolutely no possibility of turning the tide!

Apart from a few who were still fighting desperately, the rest of the survivors had lost all will to fight and scattered.

Of course, they hadn't gotten very far before they were all knocked to the ground by shuriken from Miss Jin and the others.

Before long, the sounds of fighting subsided—and the scene returned to silence.