I assembled the strongest swordsman group.

The burly man looked troubled, stammered, and couldn't utter a word for a long time.

His hesitant stammering drew an unpleasant look from Rakshasa.

"Hey, Hirabayashi, I've tripled your manpower, don't tell me you still can't take down Onodera's comrades with such a large force."

"This...this..."

The burly man, his face growing increasingly pale, slowly lowered his head like a defeated rooster…

"Lord Rakshasa... I... I... I'm so sorry... Onodera's three companions... were just too powerful! My men fought to the death! And I even raised the bounty for their heads to 100 taels of gold! But, let alone capturing them or taking their heads, it was difficult to even injure them! Especially that tallest guy, he was practically a god of war reincarnated!"

After saying that, the burly man closed his eyes tightly and lowered his head so much that his chin was almost touching his collarbone.

He wore an expression as if he were going to his execution.

However, he did not receive any rebuke or angry rebuke from the Rakshasa.

"Oh?"

Rakshasa raised an eyebrow.

After a moment, he countered with a tone of interest:

"Hirabashi, where are Onodera's companions right now?"

"Yes! They're currently on the mountainside!"

Rakshasa looked in the direction the burly man was pointing.

"Wow, it's that amazing..."

As he murmured to himself, he subconsciously raised his left hand and gently stroked the red-handled katana at his waist...

……

……

Despite being attacked by more than two numbers of enemies, Souji remained calm and composed, launching a breathtaking offensive.

She moved swiftly, as if she had split into three, five, or eight people.

Sometimes it leaps and bounds, sometimes it turns nimbly, and sometimes it sprints with all its might.

Her petite, agile figure was a perfect match for the complex forest beneath her feet.

When engaging in close-up conversations with Souji, Aoto was often deeply amazed by Souji's physical flexibility.

"Miss Okita, you can even do such a difficult pose?"—Aoto has said similar sentiments countless times.

She passed through the narrow crevice in the rocks with ease.

She casually climbed over the tall trees.

The commander's agile movements made it extremely difficult for the black-clad men who were trying to pursue her.

They'll either crash into each other, lose their way, or hurl insults at each other for obstructing one another.

Before long, the originally tight formation became loose.

This is the moment that Souji has been waiting for.

She seized the opportunity, changed her attack, and unleashed a fierce sword technique.

"go to hell!"

Someone swung a knife at the commander.

Souji lightly leaped upwards, easily dodging the opponent's knife. The moment he landed, he swung his knife down in mid-air, striking the enemy squarely in the face.

"Wa ...

Another person attacked the commander-in-chief.

Souji Neko lowered his body, and the sword in his right hand drew an arc, soaring through the air and striking the hilt of the opponent's sword, deflecting the enemy's slash.

In the next instant, she gathered power at her waist.

Her "retaliation" against her enemy was a perfectly executed kasaya slash.

The blade, slashing down from the upper right to the lower left, cuts into flesh, severs tendons and bones, and ends life.

"ah--"

An ugly guy assumed a stance with the blade perpendicular to his chest, the tip of the knife aimed at the commander's chest, and suddenly thrust it forward.

Seeing this, the commander switched to holding the knife with one hand, and slightly turned his body to the side to avoid facing the ugly man directly.

In the instant she dodged the thrust, she slashed back, the blade making a semi-circle in mid-air before striking the ugly man's blade.

"Waaah!"

The ugly guy screamed in agony as the knife slipped from his hand.

Taking advantage of the moment, Souji stepped forward and slashed his blade accurately at the opponent's waist.

"Uh uh..."

The ugly guy groaned and moved backward, then lost his footing and fell to the ground with a thud.

Souji disliked shouting, so whether she was practicing swordsmanship in the dojo or fighting with a real sword, she was always exceptionally quiet and rarely made any breathing sounds.

Taking lives silently... This "quietness" added a terrifying element to the commander's fighting stance.

Every time she swings her knife, someone is either killed or injured.

Faced with the commander's fierce attack, the Black Mothers, completely helpless, fell one after another. Their screams sounded just like the cawing of crows. As they wailed, they shed feathers from their wings everywhere, which meant that they left behind their blood.

If Souji is the "silent grim reaper," then at the same time, on another battlefield not far away, a certain woman displays a completely different face.

"Drink up!"

A loud and clear shout.

Before the shout had even finished, with a swift movement, a sharp "clang" rang out, and someone's broken knife and head fell to the side, landing on the ground.

"Drink it! Ahhhhhh!"

Another delicate shout rang out.

The naginata sliced ​​open someone's chest.

When Sanako withdrew her naginata, the man bent his knees weakly, as if a gun had been pressed against his chest, and his neck drooped limply in front of his chest, as if he were staring at the wound on his chest.

Suddenly, a burly man wielding a gun attacked.

This person's spear is about 2 meters long, about the same length as Sanako's naginata.

Sanako glanced at her opponent's position, then launched the same attack—lowering her waist, tightening her stance, and leveling her head, shoulders, feet, and sword. In the instant before the tip of her sword was aimed at her opponent's chest, she unleashed a sword strike like a dragon!

A sword and a spear passed each other by.

Pfft!

The slender blade, as thin as a rice seedling, pierced the gunman's chest.

On the other hand, the tip of the enemy's gun... stopped an inch in front of Sanako Kuma.

"Cough!"

The gunman coughed up blood, his grip loosened, and the gun fell to the ground.

At first glance, the two sides seemed to be evenly matched, with the gunman just a hair's breadth away from injuring Sanako.

Actually, this is not the case.

The reason the gunman was able to get so close to Sanako's bear had nothing to do with his skill or technique; it was simply because Sanako's bear was too big and the mountain peak was too high.

After all, this is a massive structure that can prop up the hem of a kimono high, with the southern hemispheres heavily draped over the obi.

If Sanako's figure were the same as Souji's and Elodie's, then the gunman's gun tip could not possibly be so close to her.

However, in other words, if Sanako's bear were any bigger... that would be dangerous...

The Gunners' defeat was very simple, with only two reasons.

First, there is a difference in body size.

Sanako is 1.6 meters tall, which is far above the average height of men in this era.

Therefore, in the eyes of most men today, Sanako is undoubtedly a "female giant".

This is one of the reasons why Chiba Jutaro was in such a hurry to marry off Sanako.

Men in this era are far less free in their sexual desires than young people in the 21st century.

Due to male pride, there aren't that many people who like to drive or are willing to drive large vehicles.

Fortunately, Sanako's face, figure, family background, and inner qualities are all excellent, making up for her "deficiency" in height.

However, as Sanako gets older, there will inevitably be fewer respectable men willing to marry such a large woman.

The gunman was nearly two heads shorter than Sanako. Given that their weapons were almost the same length and their heights were so different, comparing arm lengths with Sanako was simply suicidal.

Secondly, it's because the techniques used by Sanako were simply too domineering.

According to the terminology of Chinese martial arts, Sanako's thrust just now was a perfect example of a "central horizontal spear thrust."

The Zhongping Spear – the simplest and strongest move in Chinese spear techniques.

As the name suggests, the key to the starting stance of the Zhongping Spear lies in the word "flat," meaning the top of the head, the shoulders, the feet, and the spear are all level.

The spearhead is pointed directly at the opponent's center, and no matter which direction the opponent tries to dodge from, it will be the longest dodge distance and take the longest time.

When attacking, one's spear thrusts straight out in a straight line, the shortest route, the shortest time, swift and powerful, like an arrow, making it impossible for the opponent to defend against.

Furthermore, since the spear attacks from the center, and the shaft has no left, right, up, or down angles, to defend against a thrust, one must engage the shaft, making it difficult for the opponent to block.

In addition, switching from a flat spear stance to other moves involves the shortest distance and the smallest angle, which is very advantageous for the spear's defense and counter-attack.

Because the Zhongping spear is so domineering, the ancients once said: "The Zhongping spear is the king of spears. It can defend against anything, whether high or low, near or far. It cannot block high targets, nor can it grab low targets. It is difficult to defend against anything in the middle."

Those who practice shooting can simply learn this one move without practicing anything else.

If one can master the Zhongping Spear technique to a high degree, one can certainly become a master in one's own right.

Just then, Sanako suddenly felt a chill on the back of her neck.

Someone launched a surprise attack on Sanako from behind.