I assembled the strongest swordsman group.

"You, you bastard!"

"Oh shit!"

The Confucian scholars, furious and exasperated, surrounded Qing Deng.

However, before their encirclement could be completed, Qingdeng had already vanished like mist.

He didn't drift far away; he just circled around the Confucian scholars, hovering around them.

While dodging the attacks of the Confucian scholars, they searched for lone individuals and looked for an opportunity to counterattack.

At this moment, Qing Deng was surprised to find that these Confucian scholars were not all useless people who only knew how to read the classics. Some of them had excellent skills and it was obvious that they had practiced martial arts.

"Drink it! You beast!"

A dark-skinned man, skillfully choosing the right moment, blocked Qingdeng's path and swung his knife towards Qingdeng's chest.

At the same time, a bearded man with a full beard, along with a black man, suddenly appeared from the side, sweeping his blade across and striking Qing Deng's side.

Qing Deng's calm gaze swept around. His "Eagle Eye +1" eyesight, "Divine Speed ​​+4" super-fast reaction, and the combat experience he had cultivated over the years allowed him to calculate in an instant which of the two swords would fall on him first and to think about how to deal with it.

In the blink of an eye, Qing Deng suddenly lowered his center of gravity and slashed upwards with his knife, accurately blocking the stubble-faced man's knife in mid-air.

Qing Deng's slashes contained both skillful technique and immense, unstoppable force.

The stubble-faced man felt the knife in his hand about to be snatched away, and his palms went numb. He groaned in pain and froze on the spot.

Seizing the moment, Qing Deng used the recoil from the collision of the blades to deflect the knife in his hand to face the black man in front of him.

clang!

The two knives were entangled together, but because both were using the thick backs of their blades, no sparks flew.

Qingdeng and Heilao stared at each other across their clashing knives, then almost simultaneously lowered their waists and began to wrestle with each other.

The force pressing down on each other was transmitted to the twin swords whose gauntlets were pressed together.

The standoff ended abruptly with one side suffering a crushing defeat.

"Well--!"

The black man, thrown back along with his knife, leaned back in an exaggerated manner, giving the illusion that he was about to fly away at any moment.

Just now, a tremendous force, like Mount Tai pressing down or a tsunami swallowing the sky, rushed towards him through the two swords held together.

His individual strength and weight were utterly insignificant in the face of this immense force. The collision was like an egg hitting a rock, and the black man's stance was instantly shattered.

This is the truest depiction of "overpowering all techniques with sheer force".

Qing Deng didn't use his full strength; he only used the muscles in his waist and abdomen, channeling the power from his waist to his arms—that was all.

That alone was enough to make the Black man lose his footing.

"Elephant Core +1" and "Bear Waist +1" - this pair of talents is truly a match made in heaven.

One enhances the waist's consistent output capability, and the other enhances the waist's explosive power.

The result of their combined efforts was this: a black man who was considered strong among men of his age and in terms of height and physique was sent flying as if he had been hit by a truck.

The black man, who was about to fall to the ground because he couldn't maintain his balance, actually did not fall.

Because he flew out before he fell.

In the final instant before he fell, Qing Deng took a step forward, sheathed his knife to his left side, gathered his strength at his waist, bent his upper body, and passed his head almost touching the black man's body, passing under the black man's right armpit. In the moment of passing, he swung his knife across the black man's waist and abdomen, sending him flying.

—The 4th one…

Qingdeng habitually kept track of the number of his defeated opponents.

While silently memorizing the number of defeats suffered by his opponents, Qing Deng swiftly slid his feet away from his original spot, once again transforming into a gust of wind that the Confucian scholars could not grasp—a wind carrying an icy aura.

"No wonder this guy dared to be so arrogant! He's got some skills after all! Everyone be careful! Stand back to back! Don't get separated! Don't let him find a chance to pick us off one by one!"

Qingdeng looked in the direction of the shout—oh dear, it was a case of enemies meeting again.

The person who shouted the message was the same guy who had been spreading rumors that Qing Deng was a lecherous man who "slept with everyone from widows to young girls."

"..." Qing Deng narrowed his eyes slightly, then turned his body and pounced on the location of this guy like a tiger coming down the mountain.

Upon seeing this, the man's expression changed instinctively, but he quickly regained his composure.

This person's mental fortitude and physical skills are both commendable.

He and his three companions formed a triangular formation, supporting and cooperating with each other.

The defensive circle, composed of four samurai who were clearly no novices just by looking at their posture and the way they held their swords, did not look like a well-fortified position that could be easily breached.

But Qingdeng still strode in without hesitation.

As if by reflex, the four swords suddenly whistled and slashed at Qingdeng from different directions.

Clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang...

A dense barrage of sword flashes descended between Qing Deng and the four men.

At the same time, other Confucian scholars rushed over from other directions, preparing to gather and annihilate Qing Deng.

Qing Deng was trapped in a pincer attack by four samurai and was in imminent danger—at first glance, that seemed to be the case, but what was the reality?

In reality, the knife in Qing Deng's hand seemed to have transformed into four.

The attacks of the four men in front of him were all neutralized by Qing Deng. Their blades couldn't even graze the hem of Qing Deng's clothes.

Suddenly, Qing Deng seized an opening and unexpectedly swung his knife diagonally, striking the scholar to his right in the side of the neck, knocking him unconscious.

The number of opponents in front of them has decreased from four to three.

—The 5th one…

In the next instant, as if he had eyes in the back of his head, Qing Deng suddenly swung his sword behind him, even though there were still 3 enemies in front of him.

Two people were preparing to approach Qingdeng from behind, intending to launch a sneak attack on him when he was off guard.

They thought they had everything under control, but in reality, Qing Deng had already seen through their movements and actions.

The blade, whistling through the air, struck one of the men squarely in the left shoulder.

Immediately afterwards, the blade, still bearing down on the scholar who had been struck in the left shoulder, continued to sweep horizontally.

Just like playing billiards, the knife in Qing Deng's hand is the cue stick, and the scholar who was hit on the left shoulder is the cue ball.

The cue stick pushed the white ball, hitting another ball—another scoundrel who had also planned to sneak up on Qingdeng from behind.

The two "balls" disappeared within five steps of Qingdeng, their bodies pressed tightly together.

One strike to kill two people... Even Qing Deng, who has been through countless battles, rarely achieves such a feat.

—The 6th, the 7th…

Qingdeng turned his head and focused his attention back on the three people directly in front of him.

The three men showed obvious signs of panic and erratic movements—a major taboo for martial artists.

In a fight, there is no more fatal mistake than being distracted.

With a short shout, Qing Deng turned gracefully under the blades of the three men, his hands flashing with two streaks of light.

Qingdeng didn't look in any direction, his eyes fixed on the person who spread the rumors about him—the two companions beside this person immediately fell to the ground one after another.

"Ah, ahh ...

With nowhere else to turn, the man shouted out in fear and to bolster his courage, and with a feeling that bordered on self-abandonment, he swung his knife to fight back.

Such a haphazard, unthinking strike had no chance of hitting Qingdeng.

Qing Deng took a deep breath, stepped forward, and with a slight twist of his body, dodged the man's attack.

Qing Deng's dodging movements concealed the potential energy and preparation for an attack.

bang, bang, bang...

In the blink of an eye, Qing Deng swung his sword five times, each strike hitting a different part of the body.

Of course, these are all locations that will only cause significant pain, but not death. For example: shoulder, arm, thigh...

The final blow—the sixth blow—sparkled into the man's body, and he collapsed to the ground, raising a cloud of dust.

—The 8th, the 9th, the 10th…

As Qingdeng adjusted his posture, he raised his gaze to the four remaining Confucian scholars who had not yet fallen.

The four people looked terrified and exchanged bewildered glances.

Everything happened so fast.

In the blink of an eye, their companions fell to the ground, leaving only the four of them standing.

Qingdeng's formidable strength, coupled with the loss of his companions, plunged them into great unease and panic.

For a time, they dared not advance, nor dared they retreat.

However, they did not hesitate for long—after all, they soon lost consciousness.

Without any prior warning, Qingdeng leaped up like a large bird without a running start, gliding towards the four people.

As he passed over the heads of the four people, Qing Deng swung his sword twice.

The two attacks were incredibly swift, leaving the skin on the necks of two of them red and swollen.

When he landed, Qingdeng landed right behind the other two.

Using his left toe as a pivot, Qing Deng spun his body like a top, using the momentum and centrifugal force of the turn to knock the last two people to the ground.

—The 11th, the 12th, the 13th, the 14th…

With a "whoosh," Qingdeng exhaled all the remaining air from his lungs.

Just as he was gradually relaxing his tense nerves and muscles, the "Wind Sensor" suddenly activated.

He suddenly heard footsteps approaching him at an extremely fast speed from behind.

At this moment, Qingdeng showed a side of a seasoned fighter that was completely different from the rookie.

Instead of foolishly turning around, he charged forward with his sword drawn—using the powerful leg strength granted by "leading the charge," he quickly created some distance between himself and the footsteps behind him before turning around with his sword.

It turned out to be that dark-skinned guy.

After being stabbed by Qing Deng, he didn't completely lose consciousness... His physique and willpower are commendable.