I assembled the strongest swordsman group.

In response to the handsome uncle's bravery, Qing Deng decided to meet him in person.

"Haaah!"

In the blink of an eye, the handsome uncle shouted and brandished his knife, slashing at Qing Deng.

In the blink of an eye, his blade was close to Qing Deng's brow.

Just as Qingdeng and the Nichong sisters had predicted, this handsome uncle was indeed a master swordsman with considerable experience in using real swords.

His entire sequence of movements—from stepping close to striking Qing Deng directly in the face with his sword—was enough to leave most sword practitioners in the world far behind.

Qing Deng raised his eyebrows and, relying on his "Eagle Eye +1" eyesight, instantly and accurately captured the uncle's sword path, raising his knife to parry.

All that could be heard was the clanging of metal against metal.

Sparks flew in the afternoon sun.

In the next instant, Qing Deng launched a counterattack, swinging his sword to slash at the left shoulder of the handsome uncle who had just stood still.

Although Qingdeng used the back of the blade, the broad and hard back of the blade was basically no different from an iron mace.

Being hit directly on the shoulder by such a large piece of iron is no joke.

If the handsome uncle hadn't just raised the blade and blocked the attack, he would have definitely suffered a broken shoulder.

As soon as the attack was neutralized, Qingdeng swiftly withdrew his sword and launched a second attack.

When Qing Deng slashed at him for the second time, the handsome uncle dodged it.

His dodging movements concealed the power to pursue him.

The instant he stepped back, dodging Qingdeng's blade, he suddenly strode forward and slashed fiercely at Qingdeng's waist and abdomen.

However, at almost the same moment that the handsome uncle slashed with his knife, a bright and shiny blade, like a waterfall flowing backwards, rushed up from the bottom!

The back of that blade, thrusting upwards, was far more swift and sharp than the handsome uncle's strike! It was practically unstoppable!

Qingdeng's upward slash deflected the handsome uncle's knife, and then the back of the blade, still carrying momentum, went straight for the handsome uncle's chin.

With a strained movement that seemed to break his own neck, the commander turned his head to the right and barely managed to avoid Qing Deng's attack.

The cool back of the knife grazed the handsome uncle's cheek, leaving his skin burning with a searing sensation.

Their postures were now somewhat disordered. To regroup, they both leaped away, creating a distance of about four steps.

The two exchanged so many blows, it seemed like a long time had passed. But in reality, the intense struggle described above all happened in the blink of an eye.

The onlookers who had been watching from all sides were now completely dumbfounded.

There were countless people with their mouths agape, their chins seemingly about to fall to the ground.

Their eyes couldn't keep up with Qingdeng and the handsome uncle's movements at all.

They couldn't see at all how Qing Deng and the handsome uncle swung their knives.

From their perspective, they only saw the handsome older man approach Qingdeng first, and then they saw a bunch of afterimages swaying and drifting between the two.

By the time they came to their senses, the two fighters had already drifted apart.

Ordinary people who haven't seen much of the world are easily surprised.

Those who were used to seeing battles between masters, such as Tokugawa Iemochi and Tenshōin, remained calm.

—As expected of a swordsman of the Kagami-no-Michi-ryu school, both the movements of drawing the sword to attack and the demeanor of sheathing the sword to defend are so elegant.

After inwardly marveling at the high-class style of the Kagami-mei-ryu, often hailed as the "most beautiful school," Aoto exhaled and then slowly raised the sword held in front of him in a mid-section stance, switching his posture to maximize his offensive power. However, his waist was completely undefended, and if he was not careful, his opponent would take advantage of the situation, resulting in a back-section injury.

After the brief exchange, Qingdeng had gained a certain understanding of the handsome uncle's skill level.

What is certain is that the handsome older man is exceptionally talented.

According to Qingdeng's personal estimate, the handsome uncle undoubtedly possesses the solid skills to obtain a license to teach and open a school.

However... while he had the skills, his physical fitness was quite lacking.

Firstly, it's because of my advanced age. My physical strength has declined significantly with age.

A fist fears youth and strength—and so does a sword.

Secondly, the long-term life of a vagabond, characterized by hunger and indulgence, had drained the handsome man's body.

When the handsome uncle swung his first knife at him, Qingdeng had already noticed that his steps were extremely unsteady.

And after only a few swings of the knife, his breathing began to become rapid.

The party with the weaker physical strength must finish the battle as quickly as possible before their strength is exhausted—this is an unchanging truth.

A swordsman of Shuai Dashu's caliber couldn't possibly be unaware of this, Qingdeng was certain: Shuai Dashu was now definitely eager to settle the score quickly.

The reason Qing Deng switched his sword stance to the upper stance, which enhances his offensive power but weakens his defensive ability, was to deliberately lure the handsome uncle into attacking, forcing him to reveal his weakness or flaw.

Sure enough, upon seeing Qing Deng change his stance, the handsome uncle's brows immediately twitched and his expression changed drastically.

He glanced at Qingdeng's feet, seemingly estimating the distance between himself and Qingdeng, and pondering how to defeat Qingdeng.

The second encounter between the two unfolded suddenly and silently.

Snap!

The handsome uncle stomped his foot hard on the ground, his soles scraping the ground, instantly shortening the distance between him and Qingdeng.

He was about to raise the sword hanging on his left side to unleash a reverse kasaya slash.

Unexpectedly, a blade faster than him slashed down from above his head with incredible speed!

The handsome uncle snorted coldly, nimbly sliding his feet and shifting his body half a step to the side, dodging Qingdeng's "Splitting Mount Hua" while simultaneously slashing at Qingdeng's head with a blade that carried a chilling killing intent that made people tremble with fear.

Qingdeng tilted his body to the side, dodging the handsome uncle's attack, and then delivered the first counterattack and the second counterattack with smooth and flowing movements.

The relentless, dense slashes gradually disrupted the handsome man's hand and foot movements.

The handsome older man wanted to temporarily withdraw from the chaotic battle, so he pretended to retreat and tricked Qingdeng with a feint—however, Qingdeng saw through his intentions completely.

Qing Deng took a step forward—and in the next instant, everyone saw the handsome uncle flying horizontally.

The handsome middle-aged man, who had been soaring in the air for a moment, landed heavily on the ground three meters away.

"Uh...! Uh...!"

The handsome middle-aged man clutched his left abdomen, rolling on the ground like a maggot while letting out a faint, almost inaudible, moan of pain.

A moment later, his body stopped moving—he had completely lost consciousness.

After the handsome uncle tried to gain a step back and create distance between himself and Qingdeng, he made a feint to try and trick Qingdeng into using his move. However, Qingdeng saw through his trick and, much faster than the handsome uncle, took a large step forward with his right foot and inserted it between the handsome uncle's legs.

Hook the handsome uncle's left foot and pull him sharply.

The depletion of his body and unsteady gait were on full display at this moment.

Qingdeng didn't even use his full strength; he just pulled gently, and the handsome uncle's left foot was twisted.

The handsome middle-aged man, who lost his balance for a moment, leaned towards Qingdeng.

Taking advantage of the situation, Qing Deng swung his sword horizontally, the back of the blade striking the handsome uncle squarely in the side of his abdomen, sending him flying like a baseball.

[Ding! Talent detected]

[Successfully replicated talent: Optimus Prime]

[Talent Introduction: The Ancestor of Humanity possesses a hardness exceeding that of ordinary people]

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Qingdeng has finally acquired the talent that countless men dream of... Let me see who's envious. (Laughing emoji)

Chapter 334 You still have to have dreams, what if they come true? [5300]

At the same instant the cold, mechanical system voice fell, Qing Deng's hand, which had been holding his sword, froze in mid-air.

—?!

It's hard to find specific words to describe Qingdeng's current feelings.

Fearing he might have misheard, Qingdeng quickly summoned the system, opened the system interface, and pulled up his personal talent list.

At the very end of the list, his newly acquired talent, Optimus Prime, was prominently displayed.

Focus your attention on the entry, and a virtual screen describing your innate abilities will pop up.

—Truly, there are many hidden masters among ordinary people...

Qingdeng closed his personal system interface, then unconsciously turned his head to look at the handsome uncle who had fainted on the ground not far away.

This middle-aged man possesses a talent that countless men envy… This proves once again that no one should be underestimated. Even if someone appears ordinary, they may be hiding something extraordinary.

A strange sense of contradiction welled up in Qingdeng's heart at this moment.

On one hand, I have mixed feelings, feeling that this talent isn't very useful.

On the other hand... driven by male pride and emotion, Qingdeng's mood was honestly tinged with ecstasy and anticipation.

Which man wouldn't want to be stronger?

If anyone dares to answer "no" to the above question, then Qingdeng really wants to see with his own eyes who this person is, who has such composure as to disregard human physiological instincts.

—Forget it, why think so much?

Qing Deng pondered to himself.

—Anyway, I don't need this talent right now... Ahahaha... Hahaha... Haha... Haha...

Before the thought had even settled, an indescribable sense of loss and frustration welled up in Qingdeng's heart...

He had intended to make a half-joking self-deprecating remark, but the power of this self-deprecation far exceeded Qingdeng's initial expectations...

Qingdeng disliked brothels, and in this era before antibiotics and advanced hygiene concepts, seeking out prostitutes was a very risky business.

Regarding matters of love, Qingdeng's vision is simple: he only wants to become lovers with the girls he loves, share a bed with them on a consensual basis, and finally walk down the aisle together.

At first glance, Qingdeng seems to be very close to this goal.