I assembled the strongest swordsman group.

The naginata used by Sanako is a standard "women's naginata".

During the Onin Rebellion, the naginata was replaced by the spear because it was not suitable for close-quarters combat.

During the Edo period, through various coincidences, the naginata technique became a "must-learn martial art for women of samurai families".

To make it easier for women to wield, the "Women's Naginata" came into being.

Compared to traditional naginata, women's naginatas have a very narrow blade.

If the blade of a traditional naginata is a demon head sword, then the blade of a woman's naginata is an uchigatana.

The narrowing of the blade makes the woman's naginata far less destructive than the traditional naginata.

However, the agility and slashing speed of the woman's naginata far surpass those of the traditional naginata!

The length advantage of the naginata gave Sanako the advantage of striking first.

With a deft twist of her wrists, Sanako's nearly 2-meter-long naginata drew a graceful arc in the air.

The blade, as slender as a willow leaf, sliced ​​off the heads of the two men in one swift motion.

As he swung his sword again, two more heads fell to the ground.

Immediately afterwards, Sanako exerted force with her feet, using her waist, arms, and sword to thrust forward, piercing the person's chest and back together.

Her graceful figure, wielding the naginata with the ease of twisting a wick, is truly like that of a Valkyrie!

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Oh dear! Today is the last day of the high school entrance exam!

Leopard's middle school entrance exam is finally over! He can finally go back to his normal life.

I'm so sorry! Today was so short! (Crying leopard head.jpg) I'm not making excuses anymore, please cut off my leopard head. (Extending leopard head.jpg)

Chapter 433 Qingdeng: Get out of the way! I'm about to show off! [4300]

"She's just a woman! What's there to be afraid of! Attack her together! Attack her together!"

"kill!"

"Drink it! Ahhhhhh!"

Humans have a strong herd mentality.

When everyone is standing still, even if the opponent is only one person, one will not dare to make any rash moves.

When everyone starts rushing forward, even if the opponent is very strong, one will dare to take the lead alone.

After someone started it, four more men dressed in black, looking like wolves and tigers, immediately set their sights on Sanako.

Although nominally, the woman's naginata is a modified "light weapon" that even women with less wrist strength than men can use flexibly, it is still a naginata no matter how light it is.

A nearly 2-meter-long wooden stick will make your hand ache if you swing it for a long time, let alone a naginata with a steel blade at the front.

After witnessing Sanako wielding her ten-pound naginata with such skill that even the most foolish person could tell that this woman was no pushover.

Therefore, the four women in black did not rush in blindly without a plan, but instead carefully adjusted their positions.

They stood in front of, behind, to the left and right of Sanako, surrounding her.

"kill!"

The four men simultaneously stepped forward and brandished their knives, and the encirclement suddenly tightened!

Just as their blades were about to strike Sanako, at the critical moment, the encirclement suddenly opened! Their bodies flew high into the air!

Sanako lowered her waist and center of gravity, her soft, delicate body spinning like a windmill.

The tiny toes are the axis.

The sharp naginata is made of fan blades.

Blue hakama, white sleeves, black hair, and silver blades bloomed and danced like flowers, tracing graceful circles!

The forces intertwined, stirring up air currents and creating a whooshing sound as the wind broke through.

The surrounding withered branches, fallen leaves, dust, and soil were all swept up by the airflow generated by the slash, scattering and flying left and right.

The naginata spun around once, slicing through the bodies of the four women in black, splashing out four handfuls of hot blood.

There were no cries of anguish, no wails of despair.

They died the instant they were slashed away by Sanako.

Amidst the falling dust, Sanako slowly stopped wielding her naginata and steadied herself.

The ponytail that had been hanging down her back was now swinging in front of her.

A strand of hair from her braid clung to her cheek and lips.

Her rosy lips, snow-white face, and jet-black hair created a striking and alluring contrast.

At this moment, several more enemies, including Asahi Nako, attacked.

No longer caring about her appearance, to prevent the strand of hair stuck to the corner of her lips from obstructing her vision, Sanako slightly parted her teeth, gently bit it, then turned around with her knife in hand to face her new enemy.

The naginata gleamed, and her slender feet moved with the wind.

At this very moment, another female warrior on the battlefield... her achievements and performance are no less than those of Sanako, and even comparable to Aoto!

The commander ran three steps in quick succession, then leaped into the middle of the enemy ranks.

Her speed was so fast that not only did her petite body become an indistinguishable afterimage, but even the lively ponytail at the back of her head was stretched into a jet-black straight line by the intense wind pressure.

Using her own weight and the acceleration upon landing, she slashed open the first person's neck diagonally, then sliced ​​open the stomach of the person next to her as she withdrew the knife. Next, she raised the tip of the knife, assumed the Kasumi stance, and pierced the chest of another man.

From the initial sprint to the leap, and then to the consecutive kills of three people... Souji only took less than 5 seconds in total.

The superhuman explosive power of the Souji's body destined her to be best at fast attacks and quick strikes.

Deliver a thunderous strike to the enemy with extreme speed!

At that moment, someone issued a challenge to the commander.

He took three steps to stand directly in front of the commander and said "Hey!"

When Souji looked at him at the sound, he suddenly lowered his waist, spread his legs, and rushed towards Souji as if sliding on the ground.

When they were 2 feet apart, he drew his knife.

Seeing this, the commander calmly spread his feet, steadied himself, and stood still. He held the sword in front of him with his right hand, assuming a flat blue-eyed stance with the tip of the sword pointing diagonally at the opponent's eyes, while his left hand lightly supported the bottom of the hilt.

In an instant, the two figures merged into one.

The metal clashed, producing a resounding clang.

Swords clashed and sparks flew.

After only one exchange, the "challenger," who was now much shorter than before, stumbled forward a few steps and fell onto the grass.

A round, healthy human head rolled from behind the commander to his feet.

Before he could catch his breath, Souji heard a powerful shout from beside him.

Immediately afterwards, a flash of white blade—a slash that advanced from above, swift as lightning.

That slash was indeed very fast.

However, the commander-in-chief acted even faster!

The commander raised his left arm, rotated his right shoulder, and brought the knife in his palm under his left armpit, the blade pressed tightly against the soft flesh of his armpit.

The next instant, her right elbow snapped open like a broken bowstring!

The blade slashed across the spot where the enemy was standing with a "whoosh".

The "horizontal line" swung by the commander and the "vertical line" slashed by the opponent... the two lines must intersect.

In the blink of an eye, the two knives collided heavily in mid-air.

This "encounter battle"... ended in a complete victory for Souji.

The moment the two blades clashed, the opponent's blade bounced off and slid to the side.

In contrast, Souji's sword remained completely unaffected.

The trajectory of the "horizontal line" remains smooth and perfect.

The blade, slashing horizontally, continued its momentum as it pierced into the opponent's body.

The commander slashed deeply into the opponent's side abdomen.

The other person stared in astonishment at their own stomach, which had been ripped open with a large gash, and instinctively tried to plug the wound to stop the blood from flowing out.

But when he raised his hand, he was horrified to find that his strength was rapidly draining away, and in the blink of an eye, he didn't even have the strength to hold the knife.

With a "thud," the knife fell to the ground.

Then, he knelt down and slowly lowered his head and shoulders... In no time, a large pool of blood spread around him.

After killing the man, the commander stepped back half a step and sheathed his sword, the blade flashing back as it swept behind him.

"Ugh! Ho! Hoo-hoo! Hoo-hoo...!"

A faint groan escaped someone's lips—an enemy who had been lurking furtively behind Souji, preparing to ambush him, collapsed to the ground, and died within moments.

Suddenly, a new enemy pounced on the commander-in-chief from directly in front.

The commander glanced at the other person, then crouched down—she pressed herself against the other person's body, passed under their right armpit, and sliced ​​through their chest cavity from the guard to the tip of the blade, severing their ribs, sternum, and lungs.

Driven by inertia, the man dragged his limp legs forward a few steps, then collapsed to the ground without a groan and never got up again.

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On one side were the ruthless and vicious Black Mother Clan, and on the other side was a small team of only one man and two women capable of fighting.

In terms of numbers, the former undoubtedly holds an absolute advantage.

However, when it comes to "individual combat capability," the latter completely crushes the former! And it's a crushing defeat that comes from a completely different level!

The fighting spirit of the Black Mothers is definitely not weak.