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Chapter 921 The Benevolent King Displays His Power! An Unstoppable Offensive! [5200]

"Cough! Cough cough cough! Cough cough!! Cough cough cough cough!!!"

The cough persisted and became increasingly severe.

Her cough made her delicate body tremble, and her shoulders tightened.

Tick-tock...tick-tock...tick-tock...tick-tock...tick-tock...

One drop of blood after another slid from between her fingers and dripped onto the ground.

His right palm, which he had been covering his mouth and nose with, was stained red.

The light blue haori, which was originally stained only with the blood of enemies, was stained with her blood for the first time.

The enemy opposite them was stunned when they saw Souji suddenly coughing and spitting blood.

After a brief moment of stunned silence, he curled his lips into a smirk of barely suppressed excitement.

Although he didn't know what was going on, anyone could see that the current commander was extremely weak!

"Aaaaaaaahhhhhh!"

He immediately roused himself, no longer displaying the cowardly appearance of "fearing the enemy and cowardly fighting," and with a shout, stepped forward, swinging his sword straight at the commander's forehead.

The blade caught the wind and made a "whooshing" sound.

Seeing the danger approaching, Souji gritted his teeth, suppressing the remaining cough in his throat, and then, relying on his long-accumulated fighting instincts, barely managed to dodge to the side.

The blade landed just half an inch from her feet, the tip sinking deep into the mud.

The opponent was confident of victory, believing that his strike would surely kill the commander-in-chief and thus achieve the legendary feat of "Slaying the Heavens with the Sword of Battle," a feat worthy of being recorded in history.

He never expected that the sickly commander-in-chief would still possess such abilities...!

In his anger, the other party hurriedly pulled out the knife and tried to pull it back to his hand.

Just as he pulled the knife from the ground, a flash of silver light appeared—in the blink of an eye, Souji swung his knife horizontally, the blade striking the right side of the opponent's blade.

The blade surface is the most vulnerable part of the blade.

If the blade is struck hard, even an unnamed blade has a chance to cut through a famous blade!

With a clang, blue sparks flew through the air—Sōji had severed the opponent's sword, rendering the weapon useless.

"Varied……"

The other person's eyes widened, their expression dominated by intense shock, and they blurted out, "What?"

Before he could utter a complete sentence, that petite body lunged forward, passing him by—with a sharp sound, he heard the blade slicing through flesh.

Immediately afterwards, an unbearable pain spread throughout his body, centered on his neck.

Because everything happened so fast, it wasn't until Souji finished his attack that he belatedly realized that his head was only connected to his body by a few bits of skin and flesh.

In his final moments, he heard the indifferent voice of "Heavenly Sword":

Even if I'm unwell, it won't stop me from killing you.

The man looked at Souji with a look of terror on his face—this was the last emotion he would ever show in his life.

The next instant, his body completely lost its support, fell forward, convulsed a few times, and then fell silent.

"Huff...huff...huff...cough...cough! Cough cough cough!"

After a thrilling kill, Souji once again used his sword to support himself, coughing violently and gasping for breath.

Compared to before, her coughing has lessened considerably—at least she's no longer spitting blood.

She had barely caught her breath when she impatiently raised her eyes to scan her surroundings and observe everything.

Everywhere you look, there is fighting and death.

All friendly forces within sight were fighting a bloody battle.

At this time and place, the battle between the Shinsengumi and the Choshu army had reached a fever pitch.

Everyone was fighting desperately and had no time to pay attention to anything else happening outside.

Although the commander's cough was loud and frightening, it was immediately drowned out by the increasingly loud shouts of battle and the clanging of metal.

In other words, apart from the enemy who had just been killed by Souji, no one noticed her unusual behavior just now.

Seeing that no one was paying attention to her, she immediately felt relieved and let out a long sigh of relief.

"..."

She looked down at her right palm, stained with blood, her eyes dim and her expression complex.

A moment later, she clenched her right fist, hiding the bloodstain on her palm, and then turned her head to look east—before her was Qing Deng, who was a one-man army, disregarding life and death.

She glanced at Qingdeng, then at her comrades who had risked their lives for her, and murmured:

"Everyone is working hard... now is not the time to rest..."

After speaking, she silently wiped the blood from her lips, then gripped the Ghost-Stabilizing Divine Weapon in her hand again and resolutely returned to the battlefield.

……

……

One person is cut down, and another one comes.

One batch is cut down, and another batch comes.

Faced with the surging enemy forces, Qingdeng's talents were already operating at full capacity.

Talents "Lone Warrior +3" and "Born to Fight +9" activated!

[Note: Born for War +9: The more intense and fierce the battle, the better the physical and mental state.]

Since the "Second Great Return of China," the muscles of my limbs, which had become as stiff as stone due to being busy with political and military affairs and neglecting exercise, have gradually awakened from their slumber and become soft and elastic.

"Wa ...

Just by the sound, you can tell that it's a swordsman from the Jigenryu school attacking.

Qingdeng felt as if the air beside him had been sliced ​​open by a blade, sending chills down his spine, making his hair stand on end and goosebumps rise.

The clash between the two sides happened in an instant.

Before the opponent could even see Qing Deng's move clearly, the light blue haori flying high filled his entire field of vision.

As the light blue haori gracefully floated back to its original position under the influence of gravity, he collapsed to the ground, his carotid artery severed.

Another enemy pounced.

Using the momentum of his charge, he gripped the katana in his hand, assumed a "straight thrust" stance, and charged at Qingdeng with all his might, katana and all.

At the same time, another person approached Qingdeng from behind and slashed at him with a knife.

Faced with the attack from these two, Qing Deng's method of dealing with it was very simple.

He dealt with the person behind him first—with a clang, he swung his sword sharply, knocking the opponent's weapon away.

In the next instant, he swiftly reached out his left hand, grabbed the other person's collar, and pulled him back, causing the other person to lose his balance and fall flat on his face.

Taking advantage of the moment when the other person fell to the ground, Qingdeng lowered his body and pressed down hard on the other person's neck with his left knee as if Mount Tai were pressing down.

The blood vessels in his neck were compressed, restricting blood flow. His face immediately turned bright red, his eyes bulged, and the bulging veins resembled wriggling green worms. His arms clawed in the air, as if searching for a lifeline.

After subduing the man with his knee, Qing Deng was able to focus on dealing with the remaining enemies.

The detailed account of his series of actions makes it seem as if a long time has passed.

In reality, it all happens in the blink of an eye.

From the moment he deflected the man's weapon to the moment he subdued him with his knee, less than half a second had passed.

As he pulled the knife back to his side, he was just in time to engage the enemy directly in front of him.

At this point, new enemies were coming not only from the front, but also from the left, right, and rear... from every direction.

In the distance, several men even picked up flintlock pistols, aimed them at Qingdeng, and hurriedly pulled the triggers, completely disregarding whether their bullets would accidentally injure friendly forces.

Because Qingdeng's attack was too fast, he had become somewhat separated from the main force behind him, resulting in an unusually large number of enemies.

Looking at the enemy forces attacking from all directions, Qing Deng lowered his eyelids and gripped the Bizen Nagafune tightly in his hand.

The talent "Lone Wolf +3" has been activated again!

He leaned forward slightly, blade facing down and back of the blade facing up, and swung the blade from the lower left to the upper right, using the back of the blade to deflect the enemy's thrust from the front. Then he changed the "swung" to a "slash," letting the blade cleave down along the original path to kill the opponent directly.

Almost simultaneously, Qing Deng freed his left hand and grabbed the bayonet thrusting from his left—of course, he couldn't grab the sharp blade with his bare hand, but instead gripped the muzzle of the gun.

With his unparalleled finger strength and grip, Qingdeng's palms were like iron clamps, rendering the opponent's bayonet immobile, unable to stab or retract.

In the blink of an eye, the enemy's blade struck from the right, just inches away from Qingdeng's skull.

The enemy's bayonets also arrived from behind, about to pierce his back.

The musketeers in the distance worked together, some loading ammunition, some passing the gun, and some firing.

Although most of the bullets missed their mark, by sheer bad luck, one bullet flew straight toward Qing Deng's chest.

Danger lurks in all directions... If it were anyone else, they would probably be helpless in the face of such a perilous situation.

But for Qingdeng, he had experienced this level of crisis countless times before!

His sharp, razor-sharp eyes quickly scanned the area, identifying the positions of the enemies and considering strategies.

His extensive combat experience enabled him to quickly devise a perfect countermeasure.

In an instant, his left hand, which was tightly gripping the muzzle of the enemy's gun on his left, suddenly pulled back—ordinary people simply could not resist Qing Deng's monstrous strength.

The man didn't even have a proper chance to struggle before his musket was taken away, and the skin on his palms was torn open, causing him to scream in pain.

After snatching the musket, Qingdeng did not keep it in his hand, but instead threw it to the right.

The sharp, gleaming bayonet struck his enemy squarely on the right! It pierced straight into his chest! All the way in!

The man's eyes widened, blood spurted from his mouth, and the knife, which was only inches away from Qing Deng's forehead, froze in mid-air, unable to strike again.

While Qing Deng was disarming the enemy with his left hand, his right hand was not idle—his talent "Ambidextrous" was activated—the blade of Bizen Osafune swept across the air and slanted towards the enemy behind him.

The opponent was very tall, no shorter than Qingdeng, so their attack ranges were roughly the same.