I assembled the strongest swordsman group.

Taking advantage of the ragged warrior's momentary lapse in attention, the younger sister silently pounced on his back, opened her mouth, and bit him hard on the waist.

"Aaaaaah!" The ragged samurai, wincing in pain, lowered his head and glared fiercely at his sister, who was biting his waist and refusing to let go, with bloodshot eyes. "Damn it! You little beast!"

The ragged samurai released his sister's hair and raised his large, fan-like hand high into the air—judging from his movements, expression, and the tension in his muscles, one had no doubt that if he were to slap his sister, who was both frail and young, she would be seriously injured, if not killed on the spot.

"No!" Seeing her younger sister in trouble, the older sister screamed desperately and struggled frantically, trying to break free from the control of others and return to her sister's side as quickly as possible.

My sister has a strong and unwavering will—but this resolute spirit cannot instantly increase her physical strength and power a hundredfold.

How could a malnourished, frail woman possibly stand up against so many strong, young men?

She resisted desperately, but she was still dragged away from the line little by little, pulled further and further away from her sister.

"You mere filthy creature, how dare you bite me!"

As the ragged warrior cursed, his raised arm tensed—power began to gather in his outstretched arm.

Just as the ragged samurai was about to unleash a lightning bolt powerful enough to seriously injure or even kill his sister—

"Hey."

The ragged warrior suddenly felt someone pressing down on his shoulder from behind.

"what?"

The ragged samurai, his strength and focus interrupted, turned around impatiently to look back.

Before he could even see who it was, he suddenly felt as if he had been hit in the side by a horse-drawn carriage.

"Puwa!"

His head jerked forward, and his body bent into a twisted bow shape, centered on the spot where Qing Deng had kicked him.

The next instant, the bow snapped straight. It went from a fully drawn crescent shape back to a normal, upright position.

The ragged samurai, kicked away by Qingdeng, left a series of screams in mid-air before falling flat on his face on the red dirt road five steps away.

Qing Deng retracted the leg that had kicked the ragged samurai away, and used the retraction motion to adjust his body posture and orientation, and then—he threw a punch! It hit the left cheek of a middle-aged man who was grabbing Eita's right arm.

Immediately afterwards, Qing Deng swept his punch to the right, turning it into a chop, and cut straight into the neck of a tall young man to the right of Eita's sister.

Qingdeng's movements were unhurried, as if he had completely taken control of the space.

He didn't just fight randomly; he punched and kicked with precision and method.

It is both organized and efficient.

That was too fast. Qingdeng's movements were incredibly fast.

Many people didn't even have time to react before Qing Deng knocked them to the ground.

In just over 10 seconds, a "vacuum zone" was cleared around the Eita sisters, leaving no one safe to stand except for Aoto.

"Mom, Mom...!"

The ragged samurai struggled to his feet, cursing as he clutched the spot where Qing Deng had just kicked him.

"Which one is it... ugh...!"

The ragged samurai looked like a duck with its neck being choked, and the curses he was about to utter were forced back down his throat.

The reason he did this was because after getting up from the ground, he was shocked to find that the person who had kicked him was... Qing Deng, who wore two swords, one long and one short, at his waist, symbolizing his status as a samurai.

A strong sense of apprehension crept onto his face, and his entire body froze on the spot.

It would have been better if he hadn't gotten up. But the moment he did, he immediately drew Qing Deng's piercing gaze.

Without saying a word, Qing Deng took a step forward and kicked the ragged warrior even further away.

This time, the ragged samurai completely lost consciousness, passed out, and was unable to get up again.

[Ding! Talent detected]

[Successfully Replicating the Talent: The Conman]

[Talent Description: The ability to lie without batting an eye, making it difficult for others to detect anything amiss]

[Ding! Detected that the host already possesses a talent of the same type]

[Ding! Initiating talent fusion]

[Ding! Two "fraudsters" have begun to merge.]

[Please wait, host... Please wait, host...]

[Ding! Talent fusion successful]

[“Fraudster” Ability Upgrade – “Fraudster +1”]

[“Trickster +1” Talent Description: The talent effect is enhanced on top of its original effect. “+9” is the highest level.]

……

A system voice echoed in my mind, and it was a rather good system voice.

Unfortunately, Qingdeng had no time to savor the joy of having another talent evolve.

Qing Deng calmly swept his gaze around, surveying the space that was now dominated by silence.

"Who else wants to cause trouble?" Qing Deng's indifferent gaze conveyed this message precisely.

Everyone whose gaze fell upon Qingdeng lowered their heads, not daring to look at him or make eye contact.

Those who were just now so arrogantly demanding that the Eita sisters get out of here, don't dare to utter a single word now.

changed.

changed.

Everything has changed.

Those stern, menacing faces have all disappeared.

Instead, there were terrified faces, speechless and silent, much like small animals trembling and not daring to breathe under the gaze of their natural enemies.

The abrupt shift in identity creates a comedic and comical effect.

The perpetrators became the victims—simply because they encountered someone of a much higher "rank".

The essence of feudal society... or rather, the essence of human society, is vividly displayed in this small space.

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Chapter 338 Ju Qingdeng is a brute! To govern the country and save the world, we Confucian disciples are the ones to rely on! [6000]

After being thoroughly beaten by Qingdeng, those who had laid hands on the Eita sisters were now either unconscious or lying on the ground crying, groaning, and howling.

"Azao!"

Once free, Eta rushed to her younger sister's side and hugged her tightly.

"elder sister……"

The younger sister, with a dazed expression on her face, returned the hug with a big hug.

When she was condemned by everyone, Eta-neechan did not cry.

Even when Eta was dragged around like trash by a mob led by a ragged samurai who grabbed her hair and held her hands and feet down, Eta didn't cry.

Even when her younger sister was about to fall victim to the tattered samurai, Eta did not cry.

But right now, at this very moment, a pent-up unease and panic finally burst forth from Eta's body, unable to be suppressed any longer.

Large tears rolled down the older sister's eyes, slid down her nose, ran over her chin, and dripped onto her younger sister's forehead and cheeks.

The younger sister was affected by her older sister's emotions and also started sobbing.

The two sisters' cries, echoing in the empty valley, seemed like a sudden sound in this place where a farce of "the weak turning their knives on the weaker" had just taken place.

After a moment of tender embrace, the two sisters raised their heads and gazed at Qingdeng, who was not far away, their eyes filled with gratitude.

"Are you all alright?" Qing Deng asked casually.

"N-nothing..." Eta-neechan replied timidly, "M-Samurai-sama, thank you..."

The younger sister followed closely behind her older sister and expressed her gratitude to Qingdeng: "Thank you..."

The two sisters were deeply moved and overwhelmed with gratitude towards Qingdeng, who had appeared at the critical moment to save them, and they did not know how to express their thanks.

However, upon closer observation, one can discover that in addition to gratitude towards Qingdeng, the two sisters' faces and eyes also contain other profound emotions.

The relief and lingering fear of surviving a disaster.

And... a lurking fear.

Whenever the two sisters' gazes fell upon the two swords, long and short, that Qing Deng carried at his waist, signifying his status as a samurai, a faint, discernible hint of fear would flash in their eyes.

They were afraid of Qingdeng... or more profoundly, they were afraid of the class group that Qingdeng represented, a group that stood above all others...

At that moment, a cacophony of hurried footsteps suddenly echoed from inside the Koishikawa Health Resort—three samurai of varying ages rushed out of the resort in a great hurry.

They all wore inlongs (symbols of their status as officers) around their waists.

Qingdeng glanced at the newcomer—wow, it was someone he knew.

These were officials who had returned from the Northern Barbarian Retreat Center.

The Health Center is a department specifically responsible for maintaining security at the Koishikawa Health Center. It consists of one Yoriki and two Doshin.

The leader of the three who were rushing straight toward Qing Deng and the others was none other than Kusaka Shintaro, the current head of the Hokuban-sho Retreat Center.

Because they were both officials in the Northern Garrison, Aoto naturally knew Shintaro Kusaka.

However, because they belong to different departments and their work content basically has no overlap, Aoto and Shintaro Kusaka are not very familiar with each other, and they only nod to each other.

It is January now, the month when the Hokuban (Northern Frontier Bureau) is in charge of managing Edo.

Therefore, it is perfectly reasonable for Shintaro Kusaka and his subordinates to be here.