I assembled the strongest swordsman group.

"Come on, come on! Hurry up and come inside!"

The Southern soldiers rushed into the nearby shops.

"Be careful! There might be enemy soldiers lurking here!"

They hunched over, making their way through the corridor, and cautiously made their way to the next room.

At this moment, the Southern soldier at the rear sensed something and suddenly turned his head to look back—all he could see was an empty corner of the corridor.

"Is it just my imagination...?"

As the soldier muttered something and turned his gaze away, a figure suddenly appeared at the corner of the corridor where he had just been staring—he was dressed in white and blue armor, as if he had traveled from the Warring States period, and he was holding a black sword that gleamed coldly in his hand.

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Chapter 1146 Showcasing the Results of Cultivation! The King's Crushing Power! [4300]

"It's so quiet..."

"Isn't this perfect? ​​Do you really want the enemy's screams to echo all around?"

"Since there is no sound, it means that the area is safe."

The group of Southern soldiers marching along the houses had already crossed three houses.

At this moment, they were walking slowly through a restaurant.

The corridors of this ryotei (traditional Japanese restaurant) are long and complex—after all, it's a luxury ryotei—like a maze, with similar private rooms on both sides.

They had been walking for quite some time, but still hadn't found a window leading to the next room.

So far, their team remains unharmed and has not encountered any combat.

This was originally a good thing.

But... as time went by, they gradually realized that something was wrong.

Logically speaking, the closer one gets to the Shinsengumi headquarters (Fushimi Magistrate's Office), the more likely one is to encounter the Shinsengumi's elite troops.

But even now, they haven't seen a single light blue haori.

Even if it was just good luck, it was still too smooth... Thinking about it carefully, it gives me goosebumps.

Gradually, unease began to creep onto their faces.

As a result, every single one of them adopted a serious expression, consciously held their breath, and moved with utmost care, wishing they could completely eliminate their own presence.

Just then—

thump.

Suddenly, a dull thud came from behind, like a heavy object falling to the ground.

The tranquility was broken... The sudden, strange noise naturally drew the attention of the Southern soldiers instantly.

As if on cue, they hurriedly gripped their weapons and frantically turned around to see what had fallen to the ground.

Upon closer inspection, it was indeed a "heavy object"—a headless corpse!

The corpse turned out to be a companion who was bringing up the rear.

He was very skilled and courageous, so he consciously took on the important task of "covering the rear for the whole team".

Now, he has become a pitiful corpse with his head separated from his body. The cut on his neck is very smooth and neat, as if it were made by nature. It is obvious that it was done by a master!

In an instant, an indescribable terror gripped the corridor and shaped the expressions of the Southern soldiers.

Enemy attack?

Have we encountered the enemy?

But where is the enemy?

Who are the enemies? How many are there?

Why were we completely unaware?

Why didn't we hear a sound at all?

In that instant, they suddenly realized a truth—being suddenly attacked by the enemy wasn't the most terrifying thing. The most terrifying thing was being attacked, even losing a comrade, yet being completely unable to find the enemy! Not even knowing when they were attacked!

Suddenly, in the instant the Southern soldiers were gripped by fear, a tall figure appeared before them.

This person's appearance was very abrupt!

Just a second ago, that place was completely empty.

And at that very second, this person suddenly appeared there!

Even in nightmares, you might not dream of such a terrifying scene!

In a flash, the man suddenly lowered his waist—gathering strength, and jumped—a fluid and powerful movement that immediately unleashed a fierce attack!

He leaped up, his arms transforming into wings, and like a roc, soared over the heads of the southern soldiers. His speed was as fast as that of a bird!

As its body leaped to its highest point, its right arm holding the knife transformed into a blurry afterimage.

Those with sharp eyes could barely make out four flashes of light.

In reality, he unleashed far more than four slashes! This was because the speed of his slashes was so fast that the ordinary naked eye could not keep up with them at all!

Where the blade flashes, all living beings perish!

In the blink of an eye, the number of corpses that had been stabbed and fallen to the ground had risen to double digits!

The next moment, he landed steadily among the Southern soldiers.

A moment later, he pivoted on his left foot and spun around like a top, the knife in his hand drawing a perfect circle in mid-air, creating a terrifying hurricane-like momentum!

All the southern soldiers within its slashing range were cut down and sent flying in all directions like blooming flowers.

Thus, a "vacuum zone" was cleared around him, leaving no living person, only corpses scattered all over the ground!

From the leap just now to the landing now... just a simple attack has taken more than twenty lives!

This terrifying fighting power terrified the remaining Southern soldiers, who pushed and shoved each other, retreating in a chaotic frenzy, just to get away from the enemy.

Only now could they finally see each other's faces clearly—a youthful and handsome appearance, a tall and strong body, wearing white and blue armor, covered with a light blue haori, and holding a black katana tightly in his hand.

At this moment, someone recognized him, probably having seen him before. His face instantly changed color, and he stammered, his voice trembling with fear:

"It's...it's 'Niou' Tachibana Aoto!"

Upon hearing this, the Southern soldiers' expressions changed rapidly and uniformly—they stared in disbelief, their faces pale and their cheeks as white as snow.

Looking at the trembling Southern soldiers, Qing Deng leisurely brandished his sword, flicking away the bloodstains remaining on the blade, while scanning his surroundings to count the number of soldiers on the other side.

"Are there 67 people left...?"

He muttered to himself as he strode forward, closing the distance between them once again.

His first three steps were unhurried, as if he were strolling leisurely.

But on the fourth step, he suddenly accelerated!

With a loud thud, Qingdeng's figure once again vanished into a blur.

However, even faster than his body was the knife in his hand!

Suddenly, Vairocana shot out from his palm, as fast as lightning, and struck a southern soldier squarely between the eyebrows, piercing through him.

The surrounding Southern soldiers were completely stunned, staring blankly at their suddenly dead comrade and the black knife stuck in his head.

By the time they realized what was happening, Qing Deng had already teleported to the side of the "mind-blowing" southern soldier with lightning speed.

His right hand and the hilt of Vairocana's sword were like two magnets attracting each other. He gripped it tightly again, pulled it out suddenly, and brought out a trail of blood and brain matter.

With the motion of drawing his sword, he swiftly cut down all the southern soldiers around him.

There were nearly a hundred Southern soldiers on site, but only a handful could keep up with Qingdeng's movements.

With each flicker of Vairocana's blade, one or more people would die—and Qingdeng repeated this process over and over again.

Although the corridor beneath their feet was spacious, it could only accommodate five adults side by side at most, preventing the Southern soldiers from utilizing their numerical advantage. It was only natural that they could not even make use of this limited advantage and were completely suppressed by Qing Deng.

At this moment, one of the enemy soldiers was quite skilled; his eyes and body were able to keep up with Qing Deng's slashing speed.

When Qing Deng charged forward, he instinctively raised his sword in front of him, trying to block Qing Deng's slash.

He was very confident in his strength, thinking: even if I can't beat Niou, I can at least block one or two of his moves.

Moreover, Qing Deng in front of him was currently wielding his sword with only one hand.

However, when Qing Deng's slash came down, his defense... could only be described as "like a mantis trying to stop a chariot."

The tiny mantis raises its arms, trying to stop the speeding chariot, only to be crushed into a pile of fragments by the wheels—that's roughly how it is.

The knife in his hand didn't even last half a second. Almost the instant the two blades clashed, he was cleaved in two, knife and all the way from the top of his head to his groin.

Such a horrific scene naturally caused the morale of the Southern soldiers to plummet to rock bottom.

An enemy soldier knelt down on the ground, trembling with fear.

"Wait, wait! I'll throw..."

He had only uttered the first half of his sentence when a flash of dark purple light from the blade filled his vision, preventing him from speaking the rest.

Suddenly, another tough guy appeared, determined to fight to the bitter end—a tall Southern soldier roared, raised his knife, and lunged at Qingdeng.

Unfortunately, courage cannot bridge the gap in ability.

Anyone with eyes could see that Qing Deng's knife was faster and more powerful!

Before his sword could reach its maximum speed, Qing Deng's sword had already struck him.

With a sharp sound, Vairocana's blade cleanly sliced ​​open his chest.

The man gritted his teeth, endured the excruciating pain, and with his last breath, instinctively swung his knife in retaliation.

Even if they are no match for the enemy, they still have to fight with all their might... Their determination is commendable.

Unfortunately, before he could even swing his knife, Qing Deng had already predicted his attack trajectory based on the changes in his muscle strength, shifted half a step to the left, and dodged the attack effortlessly.