I assembled the strongest swordsman group.

The spacious hall provided ample room for battle, allowing them to fight freely.

Qingdeng and Xilika stared at each other from afar... A few seconds later, the two took a step almost simultaneously.

It wasn't a sprint, nor a jog, but a normal walk.

With the same stride, the same speed, and the same distance traveled, Qingdeng and Xilika both stopped when they were 2 meters apart.

In an instant, they simultaneously swung their blades, a fierce dance of sword light and shadow between them.

With its enormous size, "grown" by the "essence of the berserker," and the length of its katana far exceeding that of a katana, Xilika attempted to suppress Qingdeng by attacking from a greater distance.

Qingdeng saw through Xilika's intentions at a glance and never gave him a chance to create distance. He stayed close to him, preventing him from taking advantage of his "long reach".

The two swordsmen, locked in combat, stirred up waves of wind and waves.

The tatami mats were overturned, a huge slash mark lay across the wooden pillar, and the chilling sword energy shattered the rosy light...

Xilika launched an offensive, his stamina seemingly inexhaustible, striking one after another with almost no pause.

Qing Dengcai adopted a defensive stance, remaining calm and composed. He carefully observed Xi Lika's sword strikes, deflecting each one with ease, countering every move with deadly precision.

While observing Xilika's swordsmanship, he pondered how to subdue his opponent.

Qingdeng had a lot of questions he wanted to ask Xilika, so he had no intention of killing him and only wanted to capture him alive.

This undoubtedly adds difficulty to this duel.

To ensure the opponent's life, many deadly moves cannot be used.

Qingdeng didn't know if Xilika, like those "potion-drinking" people who had drunk "Berserker's Water," possessed extraordinary vitality. In any case, he decided to try attacking the non-lethal areas first.

Having made up his mind, Qingdeng exhaled a breath of turbid air, then changed his stance, switching from defense to offense!

He stomped his hind foot, accelerating his movement, and with a flick of his arm, slashed at Xilika's left shoulder.

Xilika's pupils constricted, and he instinctively leaned back to dodge, but he was still a beat too slow. Vairocana's blade cut a wound on his left shoulder that was neither shallow nor deep. Although it was not fatal, a lot of blood was inevitable.

However, after only a few drops of blood flowed, the skin and flesh around the wound closed up quickly, just like water that had been cut open, and it was completely restored in the blink of an eye.

Seeing this, Qing Deng's expression changed slightly, and he muttered to himself in a voice only he could hear:

"It's quite different from Mr. Ogata's 'immortality'..."

The way Silica regenerates is very different from Ogata's.

When Ogata's wound regenerates, a large number of worm-like fleshy threads grow out. These threads intertwine and entwine with each other, "weaving" the wound like weaving clothes.

At this moment, Ogata, who was standing aside and watching the battle intently, lowered his eyelids slightly and cast an extremely solemn and serious look at Shrekka—anything involving "immortality" would arouse his extreme vigilance.

Qingdeng's guess was correct. The current Xilika does indeed possess extraordinary vitality, and it is an incredibly terrifying vitality! Even the wounds he has been slashed can heal quickly!

"The opponents I've faced lately have all been some strange 'monsters'..."

Qingdeng stretched his neck, making a series of sharp, teeth-grinding "crack" sounds—he had finished warming up.

Xilika glanced at the spot where he had just been slashed, his face darkening.

Perhaps in an attempt to salvage his earlier defeat, he gripped his katana tightly and charged forward with the force of a raging torrent!

Sparks from the clash of the two blades once again filled the surrounding air.

The two went back and forth, sometimes colliding head-on, sometimes switching positions, creating a dazzling spectacle.

Qingdeng only knew a little about the katana technique.

Because the art of tachi originated in the Heian period, when mounted combat was prevalent, and complex techniques could not be used while seated on horseback, the art of tachi was very simple and had no complicated moves; it was all about slashing!

Therefore, Xilika's knife skills are quite simple: horizontal slashes, vertical cuts, and straight attacks!

The simpler the move, the more it requires a solid foundation.

Rhinoceros happens to be the type with a very solid foundation.

Both his knife-wielding skills and his grasp of the timing of attacks were commendable.

Qingdeng speculates: Even if he didn't turn into this inhuman, ghost-like appearance, Xilika in his "normal" state would most likely be a first-class swordsman.

It's truly remarkable that an Ainu person could master the Japanese katana technique to this extent.

Of course, his current skill level is far from enough to compete with Qing Deng.

At this moment, only his strength can be compared with Qing Deng's; in terms of agility, skill, and other aspects, he is far behind Qing Deng.

In order to suppress Qingdeng, Xilika gritted his teeth, roared, and raised his sword overhead, preparing to launch his proud "Seven-Hit Combo" - the maximum number of combos Xilika could unleash in a state of full force.

Qingdeng saw through Xilika's moves at a glance, then tiptoed and relaxed all the muscles in his body.

"Drink up! Drink up!"

With a deafening roar, Xilika swung his palm-held knife forcefully, the blade whistling.

Faced with the incoming slash, Qing Deng easily dodged it.

Before the attack was over, Xilika immediately swung his second blade... Qingdeng dodged it again.

The third strike, the fourth strike, the fifth strike… one strike after another. Rhino continued to swing his blade.

The third, the fourth, the fifth... one after another. Qingdeng kept dodging.

As Xilika swung his seventh blade, Qingdeng stopped dodging—he moved swiftly, slipping past the falling blade and emerging from under Xilika's left armpit, the two passing each other with their sleeves intertwined.

As they passed each other, Qing Deng silently left a trail of blade light behind him.

The blade swept diagonally across Xilika's chest, tearing flesh apart and revealing bone... no, even his sternum was cleaved open!

Such a severe injury is undoubtedly fatal.

But what happened next was exactly the same as before—the wound closed up quickly and healed in no time.

However, Qing Deng keenly noticed that its recovery speed was not as fast as it had been just now.

"Even this can't do anything to you... Looks like I'll have to cut you a few more times."

As Qingdeng spoke, he flicked his right wrist, shaking off the remaining bloodstains on the blade.

Xilika clutched his chest, where the bone was now visible, his face alternating between pale and flushed, staring at Qingdeng behind him with a complex expression.

"The strongest warrior of the people... truly lives up to his reputation..."

Qingdeng smiled calmly:

"The world is vast, and I would never dare to call myself the 'strongest', no matter when or where."

Upon hearing the humble phrase "the world is vast," Xilika's battle-ready eyes regained some clarity, as if recalling something memorable.

However, this brief moment of clarity vanished quickly, and he roared as he attacked Qingdeng once more.

This time, Qingdeng did not adopt the strategy of "defense and waiting for the attack" but took the initiative to wield the Swift Blade.

Xilika was completely caught off guard and could only barely manage to catch it... He failed to catch it, and the tip of Vairocana's knife sliced ​​open his carotid artery.

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Chapter 1082 "Primordial Yang 14"! Qing Deng's Kidney Qi is Becoming Increasingly Abundant! [5100]

Even if they become "monsters" and possess extraordinary strength, they cannot escape the inherent instincts of humanity.

If you burn your hand, you'll pull it away; if you feel pain, you'll instinctively take defensive measures...

After his neck was slashed, Xilika quickly leaned back, away from Qingdeng, and pressed his hand tightly against the wound.

This injury was truly fatal! If an ordinary person had been stabbed like this, they would either have died on the spot or be on the verge of death!

Even with his extraordinary power, Rhinoka took much longer to heal his wounds.

During this time, the gushing blood stained his left palm, which was covering the wound, bright red.

It took nearly five seconds for the gruesome wound to finally close.

Qingdeng has been observing and studying the self-healing ability of Cialis.

After several rounds of combat, he had a general idea that the more serious the injury, the longer the healing time would be.

“Your recovery ability is not unlimited… In that case, things are easier.”

As Qingdeng spoke, he twisted his right wrist, and as the blade flipped, he shook off the remaining bloodstains on the edge.

“Sylica, I’m giving you one last piece of advice—surrender.”

"By now, you should be clear about the difference in strength between us."

"You have no chance of winning—this is not a mockery, but an undeniable fact."

When faced with Qingdeng's final attempt to persuade him to surrender, Xilika did not respond—he replied with a sharp action!

He leaped into the air, and with the momentum of his fall, he landed directly on Qing Deng, the knife in his hand whistling as it hurtled towards Qing Deng's crown.

Seeing that Xilika rejected his surrender offer again, a hint of regret flashed in Qingdeng's eyes. He then gathered all his strength again and prepared to fight.

He moved his feet quickly and steadily, twisting his body slightly to the right, causing Xilika's jumping slash to miss.

As soon as Xilika's feet touched the ground, he immediately spun around and swung his arm, the katana in his hand drawing a neat fan shape, covering the spot where Qingdeng had just been standing—Qingdeng had already disappeared from the spot a moment before he swung his sword.

He flashed behind Xilika, the two figures almost merging into one.

Before Xilika could react, the black blade, swift as lightning, sliced ​​away another bit of his flesh—this time, it was his waist and abdomen that were cut.

Knowing that this level of injury was not enough to render the opponent unable to resist, Qing Deng did not take it lightly and seriously assumed the stance of Zanshin, ready to deal with the opponent's counterattack at any time.

As expected, after groaning twice in pain, Xilika acted as if nothing had happened—in fact, he really was fine, his new wound had disappeared—turned around to face Qingdeng, and a brand new offensive was about to begin.

A roar erupted from Xilika's throat, his muscles tensed, and his figure seemed to shrink.

Storing up energy is for the purpose of releasing it more effectively.

It was obvious that astonishing explosive power was concentrated in Xilika's arms.

The next instant, the slender katana, already riddled with numerous slits, slashed out fiercely! The air that was sliced ​​through emitted a piercing "whooshing" sound! Its astonishing power was truly worthy of the description "thunderous force".

But Qing Deng simply raised the black knife in his hand and blocked it without using any technique.