I assembled the strongest swordsman group.

Qingdeng and Banruo are both highly experienced and top-notch swordsmen.

You can intuitively feel the condition of the knife in your hand just by the feel of it when you swing it.

Therefore, they all had the same judgment: the blades in their hands had reached their limit! A few more rounds, and it would snap!

Without knives, they would be left with no choice but to settle things with their fists, like primitive people.

"...It's time, Tachibana Seiden! Let's settle this once and for all!"

After Prajna's shrill cry, she slowly lowered her waist, flipped her right wrist, and gripped the hilt of the knife upside down, slowly sheathing it with a clanging sound.

"This is my strongest move... and the last move my master taught me!"

"The essence of the Flying Swallow's Broken Heart Style is also the essence of the Draw Sword Technique: Flowing Light—Setsuna!"

"I will fight with all the strength and will I have left!"

"If you've got the guts, take this one!"

Even before the sword was drawn, the aura emanating from him as he gathered his strength caused Qing Deng's face to darken.

While the knife is still intact and we still have some strength left, let's decide the outcome in one move—that's exactly what Qing Deng intends to do!

He did not respond verbally, but silently responded with his actions.

With a "snap," Qing Deng pulled his left foot back, allowing his body to sink naturally. Then, he flipped his right wrist, changing his grip from a normal to a reverse grip, and slowly sheathed his sword.

The two moved almost identically, like two sides of a mirror.

Seeing Qingdeng's actions, Prajna grinned, revealing a twisted and excited sneer.

"Excellent! Just what I wanted!"

"Since we are fellow disciples, let's settle this with the same moves!"

The more Prajna spoke, the more terrifying his expression became, and the more impassioned, excited... or rather, manic he became.

His facial features were so distorted that they resembled a monster tattooed on his back, rather than a human.

"I will definitely be the one to win in the end!!"

"I will absolutely defeat you! I will prove to my master that I am the best successor to our sect!!"

The instant he finished speaking, a storm of sword energy surged upwards from him, like natural trees emerging from the ground!

In an instant... the ultimate mystery of fleeting light.

Squeezing out all the strength in his body, he charged toward his opponent at top speed, combining muscle strength, his own weight, and the momentum of the charge to maximize the power of his strike.

The key to this move lies in maintaining a stable stance while running at full speed and in striking at the fleeting optimal moment.

Unfortunately... Qing Deng still hasn't fully mastered this move.

According to Kiryu, Hannya had already mastered the Flowing Light technique and learned its secrets long before he betrayed his master.

Although Qing Deng did not witness Hannya's skill in sword drawing firsthand, judging from his impressive record of "defeating Souji" and "breaking Kiryu's sword," his sword drawing skills must have reached a superb level!

Moreover, when he subdued Souji and Kiryu, he did not use "Setsuna," but only the ordinary "Ryuko."

Therefore, it is truly difficult to imagine the power of the "moment" he unleashed while in a state of "selflessness"...

Whether he could withstand Prajna's attack and defeat the enemy... to be honest, Qingdeng had no definite confidence.

Only a moment can counter a moment!

With this thought in mind, Qing Deng lowered his eyelids, his face hardening, and his sword energy erupted.

Even without testing, it's clear that "Flowing Light" is absolutely no match for its profound mystery.

Although he had never successfully used "Mossatsu" before, now that things had come to this, he had no choice but to fight to the death.

Just as Qing Deng made up his mind and secretly gathered his strength... he suddenly felt a warm breath coming from behind him.

"Tachibana-kun, calm down."

"Mr. Kiryu...?"

Aoto subconsciously tilted his head to look at Kiryu, the boss behind him.

Kiryu, supporting his weak body, stood directly behind Qing Deng. His two large, thick hands reached out from either side of Qing Deng's body, his left hand resting on the scabbard of the Vairocana sword, and his right hand loosely covering the back of Qing Deng's right hand, which was holding the sword.

"Don't let your guard down, your opponent hasn't fallen yet, go and see your opponent."

Upon hearing this, Qingdeng immediately withdrew his gaze and looked back at Prajna opposite him.

The master and disciple stood back to back in front of each other, in the same iaido stance, and looked directly at Hannya, who had already transformed into a demon.

"Tachibana-kun, you don't need to worry too much."

"Victory and defeat, success and failure, are all put aside."

"Swipe your sword according to your own will and your own ideas."

At this point, Mr. Kiryu gave a peaceful smile.

"Let this evil spirit that can only look at itself witness just how powerful the combined forces of master and disciple are."

"Go ahead and make your move, I'll always be behind you."

Upon hearing this, a serene expression slowly appeared on Qing Deng's face, and the corners of her lips curled up slightly.

He slowly closed his eyes... When he opened them again, his eyes looked as if they had been cleansed, much like the clear sky after a rain.

The subtle changes in Qingdeng were clearly reflected in Prajna's eyes.

Until just now, this guy in front of me had been radiating an aura of anxiety, giving off an unsettling and restless feeling, but all of that has vanished in an instant.

Qingdeng felt as if he were standing in a quiet space with no breeze and nothing at all.

This feeling... I haven't felt it in so long.

During his battle with the Rakshasa, he once experienced a state where his mind and body completely transformed into a clear and transparent void.

Apart from the knife in his hand, he could not feel anything else.

Hannya was momentarily stunned as he looked at Aoto and Kiryu, who were standing one behind the other, each holding the same sword in the same iaido stance.

He suddenly felt his vision blur... He saw that Mr. Kiryu had changed his appearance.

His full head of white hair gradually turned black, and in the blink of an eye, it became shiny black hair.

The wrinkles that used to cover her skin have disappeared.

His figure was no longer thin and frail, and his brows were filled with a majestic and heroic air.

The old man was gone... Standing there was a young swordsman in the prime of his life!

Overwhelmed by intense shock, Prajna involuntarily uttered the name that had once terrified both enemies and allies:

"Ryuko... Hachiman...!"

In that instant, a glint of cold light flashed from the knife at Qing Deng's waist.

At that very moment, Qingdeng's eyes shone with an incomparably bright light, like the morning star in the night!

As if sensing something, the Kiryu boss gently released the knife he was holding with Aoto.

"Tachibana-kun, let's go."

He said softly.

The next instant... Qingdeng was already standing in front of Prajna, assuming a sword-wielding stance.

Behind him was a trail of footprints and a cloud of dust kicked up.

A line of blood appeared on Prajna's chest, rapidly deepening until it burst open like a seashell, spewing forth a torrent of blood.

Amidst the rain of blood, Qing Deng murmured, each word distinct:

"Secret Technique... Moment!"

Although it was only for a moment, Prajna truly saw it—the profound meaning of flowing light, "moment," and the boundless Hachiman!

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The master and disciple's Iaijutsu... you can think of the "father and son Kamehameha" from Dragon Ball. I created this entire volume specifically for this scene.

Chapter 861 Copying the God-Level Talent [Innate Selfless Holy Body] [5200]

--What's this……?

Prajna stared wide-eyed, her face filled with disbelief.

The scenes he had just witnessed all happened in the blink of an eye... No! Words like "instant," "moment," and "lightning speed" were no longer sufficient to describe Qing Deng's lightning-fast strike!

After Aoto and Kiryu both assumed the Iai stance and Aoto's aura suddenly changed, the time that followed seemed to be cut off and taken away!

Prajna did not blink; her eyes remained fixed on Qingdeng without the slightest slackening.

Even so, he still couldn't keep up with its speed!

He didn't even see how Qing Deng got close to him.

Suddenly, Qing Deng appeared in front of him, drew his sword, and the blade flashed.

On the other hand, Hannya's Chosen Kotetsu was still in its sheath, and he hadn't had time to draw it!

Despite being filled with immense shock, the intense pain in her chest was a stark reminder of the unbearable truth that Prajna was experiencing.

A massive slash, extending from the right rib to the left shoulder, split open like a seashell.

Based on the amount of bleeding and the depth of the wound, it is easy to see that Prajna's ribs and chest have been severed, and his internal organs, including his liver, spleen, and lungs, have all been severely damaged.

The matter has come to this... the outcome is already decided!

"Cough, cough, cough...!"

Prajna staggered back several steps, and a torrent of blood gushed out and splashed all over the ground.

Driven by his instinctive thirst for battle, he subconsciously steadied himself, wanting to stand up straight again and continue fighting Qingdeng.

However... with injuries like this, there is no possibility of him fighting again.