I assembled the strongest swordsman group.

Suddenly, a strange clanging sound rang out—the North Bizen Nagafune in Qing Deng's hands broke!

The blade broke in the middle, leaving a shattered glass-like fracture.

The sword broke... which is actually to be expected.

Although the Osafune of Bizen is a rare and excellent sword, it cannot withstand the way Aoto uses it!

Qingdeng glanced expressionlessly at the half-broken blade in his hand, then tossed it aside without blinking.

In fact, he had wanted to change the knife since just now.

After slaughtering countless people, the Bizen Osafune, stained with blood and fat, had become very unusable.

Since it's already broken, let's just get a new knife!

Just then, an enemy soldier seized the opportunity presented by Qing Deng's broken sword, hurriedly stepped forward, forcefully thrust his bayonet, and stabbed it fiercely into Qing Deng's chest.

Qingdeng quickly jumped to the right.

As his feet landed back on the ground, he was surprised to see a katana appear in his right hand—it had been drawn swiftly from his opponent's waist in the same instant he dodged, the movement as agile and rapid as lightning.

After seizing the knife, Qing Deng swung his sword backhand, slashing diagonally at his opponent's body.

The other side was also a "biological warrior" who had consumed "Final Battle Starch".

He took a half step back, trying to dodge Qing Deng's strike.

In reality, the slash was a feint; the real move was to cut the other half in half!

In the instant he retreated, Qing Deng swiftly changed his move! He slid forward like an eel, slipping under his left armpit and letting the blade slice across his waist and abdomen from the guard to the tip.

—Not enough…

He relentlessly attacked the next opponent.

At this moment, he no longer limited himself to "slashing" but instead swung the blade horizontally, using the blade to strike the opponent's cheek.

Although it was just the blade, it was still iron, and because a lot of force was used, the person's facial bones were probably already broken.

—Not enough…!

He slashed twice in succession, and when he withdrew the knife, a total of 4 people fell to the ground.

—That's not enough! I need to become... even stronger!

Suddenly, strange lights appeared and disappeared in his eyes—lights that were completely different from the "state of no-self".

We have a sixth-generation fighter jet now, and the Leopard is so excited he can't sleep!

To my shame, it wasn't until yesterday... late at night on the 26th, that I learned about the sixth-generation fighter jet's test flight.

On our Christmas Day, we test-flew our sixth-generation fighter jet... Leopard is so excited right now! Truly thrilled! So excited he can't sleep!

To commemorate this special day, Leopard decided to release this special chapter!

Chapter 935 Qingdeng's "New Form": Transformation into [Yaksha]! [4500]

Inoue Genzaburo turned around and shouted to the soldiers behind him:

"Quick! Stay close!"

Behind him, countless soldiers followed closely and fiercely, advancing along the bloody path that Qingdeng and his group had carved out, towards the mountaintop and towards the enemy's main camp.

Qing Deng's words—"It's just that the enemy has become a little stronger, yet you're all at a loss. You really disappoint me"—made the team members blush with embarrassment.

They were routed by the enemy, forcing the commander-in-chief to utter the word "disappointment," and forcing him to lead only three men to meet the enemy... Anyone with a shred of self-respect would feel ashamed and uneasy about this.

To make amends for their mistakes, they regained their fighting spirit and, led by Inoue Genzaburo, Todo Heisuke, and other members, launched a fierce offensive.

Their idea was wonderful: to catch up with Qingdeng and lend him a hand.

However... before long, they were horrified by what they saw before them, their expressions changing drastically.

All that could be seen along the way were the corpses of the enemy!

Almost every corpse was killed instantly, lying sprawled out in disarray.

The few survivors were barely breathing, lying on the ground, on the verge of death.

The endless hillside was littered with the mangled corpses of the enemy... Unless you see it with your own eyes, you can never truly appreciate the shock it evokes!

Such a sight makes it hard to believe that this was the result of a mere four people!

Even Inoue Genzaburo and others, who were also members of the "Shieikan faction" and were familiar with Aoto and Souji, were so shocked that they couldn't close their mouths.

Gazing at this scene, one of the team members swallowed hard and softly voiced the thoughts of the crowd:

"Does Lord Niou... still need our support...?"

……

……

"Ha ha ha ha……!"

Taking advantage of the fact that there were no enemy soldiers around, the commander greedily inhaled the fresh air and raced against time to regulate his breathing.

When was the last time I took a breath?

She had no idea about it anymore.

Facing the majority of the elite team with just four people... the pressure they faced was beyond words!

In order to deal with the enemy soldiers who kept coming in one after another, she often forgot to breathe, truly without any chance to catch her breath!

It wasn't until her chest started to ache from lack of oxygen that she belatedly realized she hadn't breathed for a long time.

After her breathing calmed down a bit, she swallowed hard to moisten her terribly dry throat—instantly, she felt a sharp pain in her throat, as if she were swallowing not saliva, but a series of sharp blades.

The temperature is very low today, it feels like it could snow at any moment, and the air is filled with a dry smell.

In order to keep up with Aoto's offensive speed, Souji, Nagakura Shinpachi, and Saito Kazuya all exhausted their physical strength and gave it their all.

They already have very little time to breathe.

Only by seizing these precious few moments of breathing time, opening our mouths wide, and gulping in oxygen can we keep up with this enormous energy expenditure.

Without the heating and humidification of the nasal cavity, the dry air would soon make their throats feel like cracked earth, and with each saliva they swallowed, they would faintly taste blood.

Suddenly, the commander's expression changed slightly—a strong and familiar cough surged up in his throat.

She promptly and skillfully raised her left arm to cover her face with her sleeve:

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

She has a wealth of experience in how to cover up her cough.

If you can bear it, then bear it. If you really can't bear it, cover your face with your sleeve and pretend to wipe your sweat, but actually muffle your cough in the crook of your arm to minimize the sound.

Even if he coughed up blood, it would mix with the blood splattered on his clothes by his enemies, and outsiders would not be able to tell.

The medicine that the medical director, Akizaburo Nanjo, gave her last night was very effective.

After taking the medicine, she immediately felt much better in her throat and chest.

It's a pity... Nanjo Akizaburo clearly stated that this medicine can only alleviate the symptoms and cannot cure the root cause of the disease.

Before the war began, the commander-in-chief did not feel any discomfort.

However, as his stamina rapidly depleted after the battle began, Souji immediately felt that intense and familiar itching sensation return to dominate his throat and chest.

As it turned out, Nanjo Akizaburo's strong advice that she should not go to the front lines and should rest quietly in the rear was accurate medical advice.

Despite feeling incredibly uncomfortable, as if countless ants were crawling on her throat and chest, she did not give up, did not put away the knife in her hand, and did not stop following Qingdeng's steps closely!

She clenched her teeth tightly, trying her best to endure it.

Please…! Hang in there a little longer…!

She gently touched her chest and made this plea to her body.

Besides Souji, the other two swordsmen beside her—Nagakura Shinpachi and Saito Hajime—are also not in good condition.

Since there were no enemy soldiers attacking at the moment, the three of them were able to spare some energy to care for each other while chasing Qingdeng.

Nagakura Shinpachi turned his head to look at Saito Hajime beside him:

"Hey, Saito, are you alright?"

Saito Hajime's face was as pale as paper, his dry lips were devoid of any color, and his right hand, which was holding the knife, was trembling slightly.

It was obvious that his physical strength had reached its limit.

Physical strength is one of Saito Hajime's weaknesses.

The fierce battle had reached this point... His stamina was long exhausted, and he could barely hold his knife. He was now relying entirely on his willpower to keep going.

To secure his grip on the Settsu-ju Ikeda Onijimaru Kunishige, he tore a strip of cloth from his haori and tightly wrapped it around his right hand and the hilt of the sword.

Faced with Nagakura Shinpachi's concern, Saito Hajime slightly curled the corners of his lips and said softly:

"I'm fine. Instead of worrying about me, worry about yourself first. Is your leg injury alright?"

As he spoke, he lowered his gaze and looked at Nagakura Shinpachi's right thigh—most of the latter's hakama tube was stained a horrifying dark red with blood!

Just now, an enemy soldier took advantage of Nagakura Shinpachi's inattention and launched a sneak attack from his blind spot, slashing fiercely at his chest.

With his rich combat experience and exceptional reaction speed, Shinpachi Nagakura dodged in time.

Although his chest was spared from the attack, his thigh was grazed by the blade, leaving a deep wound from which blood gushed out!

Nagakura Shinpachi truly lives up to his reputation as a seasoned veteran.

Seeing that his thigh was injured, he calmly took out a piece of burlap he always carried with him and used it to tightly bind the base of his thigh, successfully stopping the bleeding.

In fact, the thigh is one of the most vulnerable parts of the human body.

The inside of the thigh is densely packed with vital arteries; if they rupture, it will cause extremely serious blood loss!

There are far too many people who die from excessive blood loss due to thigh injuries.

Nagakura Shinpachi twitched the corners of his mouth, revealing a toothy smile:

"It's just a minor cut, nothing serious!"