I assembled the strongest swordsman group.

The black man gripped his sword tightly and launched a desperate, valiant charge at Qingdeng, much like Don Quixote attacking a windmill.

Seeing this, Qing Deng calmly spread his legs and stood still, squinting his eyes and watching the black man's every move.

Before "HawkEye +1", all of the black man's actions... especially the position and path of the knife in his hand, were exposed.

In a split second, Qing Deng swiftly swung his knife upwards, the tip striking the weapon in the black man's hand before he could swing it down.

In that instant, the black man felt as if a strong electric current had surged through his palms.

Already injured, he instinctively loosened his grip, and the knife in his hand fell to the ground with a clatter.

He's already been disarmed by Qingdeng, but the black guy still doesn't want to give up.

He yelled and opened his two strong arms, as strong as a black bear, to hug Qingdeng's waist, intending to launch a final desperate attack on Qingdeng.

He took a deep breath, intending to pull Qingdeng up from the ground and then slam him down heavily.

Seeing through the black man's intentions, Qing Deng did not immediately retaliate. While secretly guarding against the black man's sneak attacks such as groin kicks, he focused his energy and steadied his feet.

The black man groaned and tried several times, using all his strength, but he was still shocked to find that he couldn't move Qingdeng's body even an inch.

He felt as if he wasn't moving a person, but rather uprooting a weeping willow.

Qingdeng's consistent physical training, along with the "Elephant Core +1," is something that ordinary people cannot easily contend with.

The phrase "immovable as a mountain, swift as thunder" perfectly describes Qingdeng's next offensive.

Just a second ago, Qing Deng was as steadfast and unmoving as a mountain, but the next second he suddenly took action.

He launched a flying kick, and his right knee, hardened like stone by "Steel Bones," struck the black man squarely in the stomach.

"Puwah—!"

The black man, who was suddenly struck, lurched forward, and the strength in his arms that was holding Qing Deng was greatly reduced.

Qing Deng seized the opportunity, lowered his waist, put his hands under the other man's armpits, and with a forceful pull, threw the black man away.

The black man was thrown several meters away, lying flat on his back, groaning and moaning, and it took him a long time to recover.

The moment the black man collapsed and couldn't get up, a system notification sounded in Qing Deng's mind.

[Ding! Talent detected]

[Successfully Replicating the Talent: The "Wine Tycoon"]

[Talent Introduction: Higher alcohol tolerance than average]

At this point, not a single Confucian scholar could stand still.

At this moment, without exception, all 14 Confucian scholars either lost consciousness or fainted, or lay on the ground groaning and wailing in pain.

The previously noisy surroundings gradually quieted down.

The teahouse owner and the young lady who makes tea.

The guests chased after them from the teahouse, eager to see the whole spectacle unfold.

Pedestrians on the street came to see what was going on.

Indeed, regardless of status, gender, or age, everyone focused their attention on one thing: Qing Deng.

This silence, where everyone remained silent, did not last long.

A moment later, a slow, quiet commotion began to stir around Qingdeng.

Gasps, exclamations, gasps of surprise... all filled the air.

"Really?! That samurai in the straw hat, he really took down so many people all by himself..."

"That warrior in the straw hat is really skilled... Judging from his attire, he must be a martial arts master from out of town. Indeed, there are always mountains beyond mountains and heavens beyond heavens. Looking around the world, who knows how many unassuming martial arts masters are hidden in the streets and alleys."

"Tsk, I really want to see what this master looks like. Couldn't he just lift his hat a little higher?"

"Hey, don't do that! Do you want to die? The other person has been wearing a straw hat, which means they don't want to show their face. If you insist on peeking, you might anger them."

"Hehehe, those Confucian scholars have really made a fool of themselves now."

……

Right now, the onlookers around are casting two polarized gazes at this space where a battle that was not very intense but was completely one-sided has just broken out.

One type is the respectful, awe-inspiring, and admiring gaze directed towards Chao Qingdeng.

A skilled swordsman is always more favored and respected.

Another type of gaze was one of mockery, ridicule, and sarcasm directed at the Confucian scholars who were the defeated in the war.

The Confucian scholars really made a fool of themselves this time.

In his thesis, Qing Deng engaged in a heated debate with a group of scholars.

These pedantic scholars couldn't even understand what Qingdeng was saying.

The assembled scholars, well-versed in classical texts and erudite, were rendered speechless and rendered powerless by Qing Deng's arguments.

In terms of martial arts, they lost even more miserably.

A large group of people ganged up on Qingdeng, but not only did they suffer a crushing defeat, they lost miserably.

Everyone was instantly killed; not a single person's blade could even touch Qing Deng's body... no, let alone his body, they couldn't even touch half a hem of Qing Deng's clothes.

Those Confucian scholars who were still conscious could not help but feel the piercing gazes directed at them from all around.

Instantly, their faces turned bright red with an overwhelming sense of shame and embarrassment.

Having anticipated this outcome, Tokugawa Iemochi, Tenshōin, and the others strolled leisurely toward Aoto.

Just then, someone rushed to Qing Deng's side at a speed that surpassed that of Xian Zhangyuan and the others.

The moment this person spoke, Qing Deng couldn't help but look puzzled.

"Sir, you're in deep trouble! Before that person arrives, you and your companions should flee this place immediately! It's best to leave Edo right now! And don't come back for at least a year or two!"

The teahouse owner said this with a look of anxiety.

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Chapter 343 Tianzhang Academy: A Virgin's Wife and a Slap in the Face to the Powerful! [8100]

"Hmm?" Qing Deng raised an eyebrow, then glanced at the teahouse owner with a questioning look, and asked, "That person is coming? What do you mean? Who's coming?"

Just then, Tenshōin and the others, who happened to be walking next to Aoto, all heard the teahouse owner's inexplicable words. So, together with Aoto, they looked at the teahouse owner with puzzlement.

The teahouse owner sighed heavily, then said quickly in an anxious tone:

"Sir, you may not know this, but these scholars have actually invited a very troublesome person to their gathering today. That person is none other than Itakura Hirahiko, who possesses immense wealth and comes from a powerful family!"

Hearing the name Itakura Hirahiko, Aoto paused for a moment, then quickly remembered who this person was.

"Sir, do you know who Itakura Hirahiko is?" the teahouse owner asked.

Qingdeng nodded: "I know. He's the second son of Itakura Katsutora, one of the most promising young men in the world. He started a textile business by relying on his family's influence."

Of course, Aoto knew who Itakura Hirahiko was; there was no way he wouldn't know who he was.

After all, less than half an hour ago, Miss Teshiro had given Aoto and Tenshōin a very detailed introduction to who Itakura Hirahiko was.

Seeing that Qing Deng nodded, the teahouse owner, who had saved himself the trouble of explaining to Qing Deng and the others who Itakura Hirahiko was, breathed a sigh of relief.

"It's good that you know who Itakura Hirahiko is. Now that you know who he is, stop dawdling and hurry up and leave this place!"

"These Confucian scholars were all close friends of Itakura Hirahiko and had a very close relationship with him."

"With how you treat these Confucian scholars, Itakura Hirahiko will never let this go so easily."

Despite the teahouse owner's earnest persuasion, Tokugawa Iemochi remained unmoved and did not follow the owner's advice to flee. Instead, he asked with interest:

"Boss, how did you know that Itakura Hirahiko was coming here?"

"Sir Samurai, well... well, now is not the time to ask such questions."

Despite his pained and frustrated expression, the teahouse owner patiently and succinctly replied:

“These scholars are regulars at my shop. They often come to my shop together with that Itakura Hirahiko to drink tea and eat snacks.”

“Before you came to my shop, Hirose… ah, one of these scholars approached me and told me that Itakura Hirahiko would be attending a banquet later, so that’s how I knew that Itakura Hirahiko would be coming here soon.”

"Sir, that Itakura Hirahiko is notoriously difficult to deal with. While he's..."

Before the teahouse owner could finish speaking, a commotion suddenly arose from the crowd in front of Qing Deng and his group:

"Huh? Why are so many people gathered here? Has something interesting happened?"