I assembled the strongest swordsman group.

As the daughter of "Japan's No. 1 martial arts family", Sanako has enjoyed excellent martial arts education resources since childhood.

Therefore, it's no wonder that Sanako would have explored classic martial arts like jujitsu, which have extremely high practical value.

Whenever the bandits' attacks approached, Sanako would adjust her position with lightning speed, grab the enemy's wrists, elbows, or other parts that could disrupt their balance and stance, and use minimal force to deflect the force. By using the momentum of the opponent's movements and weight, plus her own strength, she would pull the bandits' bodies, making their faces, backs, and the ground come into close contact—it was that simple.

"Damn it! You filthy old woman!"

Thrown to the ground by a woman—faced with this reality, a man with acne-covered face, while spewing vulgarities, raised a knife and attacked Sanako.

This time, he was especially careful to avoid being thrown out by Sanako again.

The precautions taken against men with acne are essentially futile.

Because Sanako didn't intend to throw them out again.

Everything that followed happened in the blink of an eye, as fleeting as dew or lightning.

When the acne-ridden man's blade was less than 5cm away from Sanako's delicate body, Sanako leaped up gracefully, easily dodging the man's knife.

Just as the delicate golden lotus was about to fall back onto the snow, Sanako used gravity to smoothly cleave the wakizashi in mid-air, striking the acne-ridden man squarely in the face.

The acne on the man's face disappeared—part of it was cut into indistinct pieces of flesh, and the other part was covered by blood and brain matter.

A few drops of blood splattered onto Sanako's delicate face.

The scarlet blood stood out starkly against Sanako's translucent, almost reflective skin.

Sanako's eyes twitched slightly, a hint of reluctance and discomfort flashing in her eyes.

However, just a moment later, Sanako's eyes returned to calm.

Her father, Chiba Sadakichi, taught her from a young age: in a deadly battle where both sides are pulling out their real weapons, do not have any pity or sympathy.

Treating the enemy who seeks to take his life as a condemned prisoner to be tested on at the execution ground, he launches an attack with a cold heart.

Sanako, who had the utmost respect for her father, always absorbed all of Chiba Sadakichi's teachings and guidance as nourishment, integrating them into her very being.

Therefore, Sanako quickly adjusted her mindset, hardened her heart, and turned to face her next opponent.

The person Xiang Zuo sent to kill this time was a very thin, skinny guy.

The stalk of hemp rod rushed over and chopped at it.

Sanako sidestepped, and as she passed by, her left hand shot out.

Its left arm, resembling a water snake, softly wrapped around the neck of the slender figure, controlling his body.

Before Ma Gan'er could even struggle, he felt a tearing pain in his throat—Zanako swiftly plunged the wakizashi into his throat, the tip probing in his throat and exiting from the back of his neck. The numbing sensation of scraping against his neck bone traveled like an electric current to Sanako's palm.

"Haa!"

With a sharp cry, Sanako mustered all her strength.

Legs lead the waist, waist leads the arms, arms lead the wrists, and wrists lead the knives.

The power transmitted from the earth burst forth from the wakizashi's blade in one breath.

With a hiss, the wakizashi, which had been deeply embedded in Ma Gan'er's throat, was torn open by Sanako's force, leaving a horrifying gash and severing most of Ma Gan'er's neck before emerging from his skin.

Almost at the same time that Sanako pulled the wakizashi out of the skinny guy's body, the third enemy—an unusually short guy, only 1.3 meters tall at most—pounced on Sanako with a whooping sound.

It's probably because he's too short that he can't use a weapon of a certain length. The short man's weapon is the same as Sanako's—a wakizashi of a fairly standard length.

Sanako glanced at the short man's position, then lowered her gaze slightly, looking at her own feet and the short man's feet, roughly estimating the distance between them.

The next instant, the short man saw a white object flying rapidly from directly below him.

He tried to dodge... but his body was nowhere near as fast as his mind.

The white object hit his chin.

The short, stocky man suddenly felt as if a cannonball had exploded inside his head.

Everything went black before my eyes, and countless swirling golden stars appeared on my vision. My mouth was filled with blood and broken teeth.

A moment later, the skin on the short man's chin turned a deep crimson color, as if it were about to bleed.

A moment later, the short man's chin swelled up at a visible speed, as if a huge winter melon was hanging on it.

Just as his consciousness was about to fade, the short man finally saw clearly what the white object that had broken his jaw and teeth was.

It's Sanako's foot.

Sanako's legs are almost 1.1 meters long.

In other words, even though he was 35cm shorter than Sanako, his attack range was not even as long as one of Sanako's legs, even when he was wielding a wakizashi.

Sanako saw through this, which is why she lashed out her right leg like a whip.

Sanako's long, straight legs possess both a full, fleshy feel and the formidable strength to break vulnerable parts of the human body, such as the chin, fingers, and genitals.

Sanako, who went on a killing spree, killed two people and seriously injured one in less than a minute, achieving a remarkable result.

On the other hand, Qingdeng... his side is already a river of blood!

The five bandits surrounding Qingdeng launched a continuous and fierce attack on Qingdeng that lasted for nearly 12 seconds.

The bandits' results were not exactly meager, but rather a complete failure.

In those 12 seconds, they unleashed at least 50 attacks.

The only result of these 50 attacks was that one of Qingdeng's sleeves was torn.

Even the most meticulous plans can have flaws.

The intense, coordinated, and continuous combat inevitably caused some of the bandits to become sluggish and prone to errors due to exhaustion.

Directly in front of Qingdeng—a bandit, while retracting his sword after slashing through the air, inadvertently used too much force, causing the blade to swing too far, resulting in his body being wide open.

Upon discovering Qingdeng immediately, a chilling glint flashed in his eyes.

At this moment, the roles of offense and defense have reversed!

"Lone Wolf" and "Gathering Spirit" activated!

"Haa!"

Qing Deng shouted loudly.

Before the shout had even faded, a hand moved, and blood and foam, accompanied by the sound of a blade cutting through the air, scattered everywhere.

The enemy's head, which was only connected to his body by a thin layer of skin and flesh, hung idly behind him. As if dragged by the falling head, the man fell heavily onto the snow.

[Ding! Talent detected]

The system voice sounded in Qing Deng's mind.

[Successfully Replicating the Talent: "Skillful Hands"]

[Talent Description: Fingers are far more dexterous and powerful than the average person.]

[Ding! Initiating talent fusion]

[Ding! Talent fusion successful]

[Upgrade your "Skillful Hands" ability - "Skillful Hands +1"]

The tight encirclement formation thus developed a huge gap.

Qingdeng used the opening to tear apart all the remaining enemies around him in one fell swoop!

Snip!

Qing Deng kicked at the snow, sending countless snowflakes flying upwards like a fountain from the ground. The snowflakes then returned to the Ding Guishen sword in front of his chest via the shortest path, held almost horizontally at shoulder height. The tip of the sword was aimed at the chest of the enemy on his left, and he launched an attack with the momentum of the Xia Duan.

Natural Rishin-ryu: The Sword of No-Knowledge!

The flat blade pierced through the gap in the ribs and penetrated the entire left lung, leaving two holes in one cut.

The enemy stabbed by Qing Deng collapsed to the ground limply, as if slipping from his grasp.

Qing Deng turned around with lightning speed and delivered a new slash to the next enemy.

His tall body suddenly lowered, and with a slash that swept diagonally at almost the height of a squat, he struck the enemy on his right at the waist.

Although not severed at the waist, it was still badly injured, with only half of its waist remaining connecting its upper and lower body. The excruciating pain was beyond description, preventing the enemy from even letting out a scream. They could only lie on the snow, groaning softly.

Suddenly, someone moved to the front of Qingdeng and slashed at him from the front.

The rapidly approaching blade whistled through the air, its movement fierce and powerful.

Qingdeng didn't even look, took a step forward with his left foot, and then, judging the location by sound, swung his sword back.

Clang—Qing Deng's counter-attack knife concealed a powerful explosive force, reminiscent of "leading the charge," "the waist of a bear," and "the arm of a tiger."

The opponent felt as if he had struck a rock, his hands went numb, he hissed and gasped for breath, his expression turning ferocious uncontrollably.

Seizing the opportunity, Qingdeng nimbly lunged forward.

Step in, draw your sword.

Overlapping figures, arcing flashes of light.

The strike felt solid, hitting the enemy's neck. Qing Deng was certain he didn't need a second blow—but to be on the safe side, he continued to step forward, and as his body crossed with the opponent's, he turned and slashed diagonally.

The other person screamed in agony as a large gash appeared on their back, revealing stark white bones.

[Ding! Talent detected]

[Successfully replicated talent: "Strong sperm"]

[Talent Description: Rapid recovery of energy and stamina]

[Ding! Initiating talent fusion]

[Ding! Talent fusion successful]

[“Strengthening Sperm” Ability Upgrade – “Strengthening Sperm +1”]

Bandits who rob people on the road are ultimately just lowly scoundrels.

After Qing Deng and Sanako killed so many of their comrades, they immediately did something very much in line with the style of bandits.

The wind is tight, shout!

Even though no one stepped forward to give them directions, they moved in perfect unison, as if it had been rehearsed beforehand, turning their heads in unison and fleeing into the surrounding streets and alleys, into the darkness where there was no light.

No one was shouting or yelling, and no one was running around.