I assembled the strongest swordsman group.

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"Tachibana-kun...?"

It was the commander's voice.

As if waking from a dream, Qingdeng blinked, looking completely bewildered.

—Huh? What happened?

Strangely enough, he seemed to have lost his memory and couldn't remember anything he had just done.

He first lowered his head and looked at the hand holding the knife—his right palm was firmly gripping Vairocana, but his arm felt heavy.

Upon closer inspection, it was discovered that there was a person... or more precisely, a corpse hanging on Vairocana's sword.

This man was wearing magnificent armor and must be an important figure in the Changzhou army.

Fresh blood trickled from the wound on his chest, spreading across the ground and staining most of Qingdeng's body red.

—Huh? What happened?

Qingdeng asked himself the same question again, then turned and looked around.

It wouldn't have mattered if I hadn't looked, but once I did, my face immediately lit up with surprise.

The main camp of the Changzhou army had become a sea of ​​blood! Blood soaked the ground, pooling into pools and streams of blood.

The corpses lay scattered about, each one killed with a single, precise, and ruthless blow.

Long spears, swords, bows and arrows, matchlock guns... these weapons were also scattered all over the ground along with the corpses.

At this moment, the only survivors still able to stand safely in this place are Qing Deng and Souji and others not far away.

Souji, Hijikata Toshizo, Nagakura Shinpachi, Saito Hajime, and Serizawa Kamo—the five of them walked slowly toward Aoto, looking around with incredulous eyes.

Hijikata Toshizo was speechless:

"Ju, did you do all of this?"

Serizawa Kamo chimed in:

"You destroyed the main camp of the Choshu army in such a short time?"

Nagakura Shinpachi's murmur:

"No matter what, the speed at which they killed the enemy was just too fast..."

Qingdeng stared blankly at his companions.

His companions were also looking at him—with strange, indescribable expressions.

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Chapter 850 Battle of Tianwang Mountain: A Great Victory! The Final Battle Has Arrived! [4600]

Surprise, confusion, and a little... fear.

The people at the testing hall cast fearful glances at Qing Deng... As far as Qing Deng knew, this was the first time.

Not to mention Souji and others who were Aoto's brothers, even Serizawa Kamo, who was not exactly Aoto's confidant, keenly noticed that Aoto's condition had become very strange since the attack on the mountain began.

Although Qingdeng could not be called a martial arts fanatic, he did have an extraordinary passion for fighting—anyone who knew Qingdeng was well aware of this.

However, Qing Deng's behavior just now cannot be described by a general term such as "enthusiastic about fighting"!

To put it nicely, it was "overly excited".

To put it bluntly, he was "as if he were insane!"

They charged headlong into the enemy without regard for anything else, killing any enemy they encountered, completely ignoring their comrades behind them, even if it meant getting separated from the group.

Even when Nagakura Shinpachi called out to him to calm down, he remained unmoved.

At first, Souji and the others thought it was just a battlefield commotion, so Aoto didn't hear Nagakura Shinpachi's voice.

But soon they discovered that this was not the case—Qingdeng hadn't failed to hear; he had simply ignored it subconsciously.

His entire focus was on the battle!

He abandoned everything that was unrelated to the battle!

And so, Souji and the others watched helplessly as Aoto drifted further and further away from them until he was nowhere to be seen again.

Both morally and logically, they could not possibly disregard Qingdeng.

The process of catching up with Qingdeng went relatively smoothly.

Qingdeng's bizarre state of "killing gods and Buddhas alike" is truly terrifying.

Anyone who tries to stop Qingdeng will be lucky to die with their body intact.

Therefore, only broken corpses and some remnants of defeated soldiers who had survived by being far from Qingdeng remained on the mountain road leading to the main camp.

From "not seeing Qing Deng" to "meeting Qing Deng at the main camp of the Changzhou army," only 10 minutes passed.

What happened next is self-evident...

When the commander and his men rushed to the main camp of the Choshu army, they heard no sounds of fighting or killing, only a deathly silence.

Everywhere you look, it's blood red!

More than forty corpses lay scattered on the ground, each with a different manner of death. Among them were soldiers wielding powerful weapons such as bows and arrows and matchlock guns.

Souji and the others did not doubt Aoto's abilities.

They were absolutely convinced that Qingdeng possessed the fighting power to "annihilate the Choshu army's main camp".

However... it only took 10 minutes to charge into the enemy's main camp and kill all forty-odd soldiers in the camp.

This...this...?!

Even for Qing Deng, such combat power is simply too terrifying!

That alone would not be enough to astonish the commander and others.

After all, they are no longer newcomers making their debut.

They had all witnessed the horrific scene of even more dead bodies and thicker blood.

What truly horrified them was the expressions on the faces of the dead.

All the dead people present had wide-open eyes, their faces were deathly pale, and they looked like they had lost their souls.

It was as if I had seen some incredibly terrifying demon...

If it were only one or two corpses like this, then it would be fine.

If all forty-odd corpses are like this, that's terrifying!

As we all know, emotions are contagious.

Seeing such a scene evokes an instinctive sense of fear.

It is no exaggeration to use this scene as a concrete image of "hell"!

To be honest, even the seasoned veterans, including Souji, who had been through countless battles and entered and exited countless bloody battlefields, were stunned upon seeing this scene.

In this "hell," only Qingdeng remained standing unharmed.

Looking up, Qingdeng, covered in blood, stood upright in the pool of blood.

The commander and others happened to witness him raising his sword to stab the last enemy general.

The enemy general had lost all will to fight. His face was as pale as paper. He knelt on the ground, banging his head on the ground, repeatedly begging for his life, pleading "Spare me!"

However, Qingdeng ignored him and walked towards the man step by step.

Although it was only a fleeting glimpse, Souji and the others did indeed see Aoto's expression at that moment.

His face was expressionless, devoid of joy, anger, sorrow, or happiness, as still as a stone sculpture, with an indescribable, unknown light swirling in his eyes.

In short—not human!

"I won't fight anymore! I won't fight anymore! Please have mercy... *pfft*!"

Without hesitation, Qing Deng drew his sword and pierced the enemy general's vital point.

The enemy general begged for mercy until his last breath, pleading with Qingdeng to spare his life.

However... faced with his desperate pleas, Qingdeng didn't even flinch, taking his life as easily, casually, and naturally as swatting a mosquito.

At that moment, Qing Deng gave Souji and the others a strong sense of unfamiliarity!

They couldn't help but feel sweat trickling down their backs and their teeth chattering.

The commander stared intently at Qing Deng and couldn't help but softly call out to him.

Then, Qing Deng seemed to wake up from a dream, blinked, turned around, and looked at Souji and the others with a confused expression.

Although Qing Deng didn't say anything, after observing the change in his eyes, Souji and the others couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief—Qing Deng had returned to the way they knew him.

For a moment, Souji and the others thought in fear: Could it be that Aoto will never be able to turn back?

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At this moment, as his consciousness gradually returned, the last bit of confusion in Qingdeng's mind finally dissipated completely.

The tangled mess in my mind was gradually untangled and straightened.

He frowned slightly, looked up and rubbed his forehead, trying hard to recall the scenes that had just happened.

His memory is stuck at the moment he stormed into the Choshu army's main camp.

He only remembered that after charging into the main camp of the Choshu army and seeing a large number of enemies waiting in battle, he immediately felt his fighting spirit boil over, thinking, "Stop dawdling, let's fight!"

As for what happened next... he couldn't remember anything at all.

It's like waking up in the morning and trying to recall the specific details of the dream you had last night.