I assembled the strongest swordsman group.

A tremendous roar resounded throughout the heavens and the earth.

The sturdy wooden gate was smashed open from the outside in.

The one who knocked it open was the gatekeeper... or more accurately, the gatekeeper who was barely breathing.

Amidst the clouds of dust kicked up by the flying door, a samurai displayed his dashing figure.

Those who remain silent and submit will not be killed!

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Chapter 450 In this era, let's conquer the world! [4400]

The gasps of the customers, the screams of the prostitutes, and the shouts of the guards together composed a chaotic concerto.

Qingdeng strode forward through the smoke and dust.

The commotion caused by Qing Deng blasting the door open had already alerted all the guards inside and outside the Gangchang area.

Before long, a dozen or so Yakuza men with ferocious faces and armed with weapons rushed out from upstairs, corners of the corridors, and other places like cockroaches that had been sprayed with insecticide, and lined up in front of Qingdeng.

All the patrons and prostitutes within Qingdeng's sight had vanished.

As the innocent civilians left, the area between Qingdeng and the Yakuza became a deserted "vacuum zone".

"Damn it! Who is it? They've got some nerve! Daring to cause trouble here!"

"Hey! Wait! He, he's Tachibana Aoto! That 'Niou'!"

"N-Niou?!"

……

Qing Dengye had heard similar words countless times; his ears were practically calloused from hearing them.

His calm gaze, devoid of any emotional fluctuation, swept across the room from left to right.

The positions and spacing of the Yakuza were transformed into a series of incredibly clear data in Qing Deng's mind in the blink of an eye.

At that moment, a sob that seemed completely out of place with the atmosphere at the scene entered Qingdeng's ears:

"Waaaaah..."

Qingdeng looked in the direction of the sound.

It turned out to be the crying of a female musician.

She was about 15 or 6 years old, holding an old but clean pipa in her arms. She was petite and had a delicate face.

Although she had a pair of beautiful big eyes, there was no sparkle in her pupils; her eyes stared blankly into the void ahead... It seemed that she was blind.

Perhaps her legs went weak with fear, she slumped onto the floor between Qingdeng and the Yakuza, her delicate body trembling slightly.

Seeing this, Qing Deng pondered for a moment, then said softly:

"Don't be afraid, it will be fine in a moment."

He paused, then added:

"If you feel scared, play the piano for a while or sing a song you're good at. That way, you won't feel scared anymore."

The musician was taken aback upon hearing this.

This was just a casual remark by Qing Deng, but this musician was quite audacious.

She nodded slightly, then steadied the pipa in her arms and cleared her throat.

Her fair fingers brushed across the strings, and melodious music swirled out.

Because her mind was still quite unsettled, her piano playing sounded somewhat chaotic.

However, perhaps due to professional habits, or perhaps because of a genuine love for music, the musicians' attention was quickly focused.

His previously tense facial features gradually relaxed, and the music became more natural and beautiful.

"At fifteen I was already a soldier in the Imperial Guard, at eighteen I sang a song of leaving the border. The Emperor granted me a place to bury my bones, the Emperor sent me to the city of severing my veins. At thirty I wore a golden seal at my waist, my brocade robe gleaming by the roadside."

Beautiful songs flowed continuously from the musicians' small, lovely lips, steadily carrying the melody.

Qingdeng was stunned for a moment, then smiled knowingly.

The geisha was singing a widely circulated Chinese poem written by a certain Edo-era writer.

Qingdeng, who enjoys reading and often uses reading to pass the time, happened to have read this poem and quite liked it.

So, Qingdeng hummed along to the musicians' songs, lost in thought, as he slowly walked forward, his steps perfectly timed with the rhythm of the lyrics.

The Yakuza were stunned.

Singing songs on a tense battlefield... such a scene was unheard of to them!

One of the more short-tempered Yakuza shouted:

"Damn it! If you want to fight, then fight! If you want to wage war, then wage war! Stop with all this fancy talk..."

Just as the curse was about to fall, a slender black shadow flying at high speed passed through the gap between the Yakuza and cut across their field of vision.

puff!

The Yakuza heard the sound of sharp blades piercing flesh behind them.

They turned their heads and looked back blankly.

They saw a knife stuck in the forehead of one of their companions standing at the very back.

The man was stunned; his mind remained fixed on the moment when Echizen's chief steward, Riku-no-kami Kaneshige, flew straight toward him—and remained there forever.

Before he could fall, and before anyone else could react, a large, bird-like black shadow swept past them.

With almost instantaneous speed, Qing Deng "jumped" to the front of this "out-of-the-box" Yakuza, and the hilt of Echizen Sumeru no Kami Kanetsugu's sword returned to his palm.

Pfft!

Qingdeng pulled out the knife, and the finger-thick "brain hole" instantly turned into a "fountain," spraying a mixture of blood and brain matter all over the ground.

"I recall the day we marched out of Xiaoguan Pass, when the autumn falcon struck the cold grass in the golden sky. With a spear of eighteen feet and a bow of six jun, we swept away a million border soldiers as if they were nothing. We captured a camp in the morning and a fortress by evening, and the flags and drums stood solemnly for a thousand miles."

The musicians' songs remain unchanged.

"You bastard!"

A Yakuza soldier wielding a pistol charged forward.

Qingdeng gently twisted his body to the right, thus dodging the opponent's thrust.

In the next instant, he suddenly stretched out his long arms and grabbed the gun barrel.

The gunman tried to pull the gun back, but was shocked to find that it was as if it were being held in place by an iron clamp. Even though he used all his strength, the gun barrel controlled by Qingdeng remained completely still.

Is "Skillful Hands +2" so easy to counter?

Qing Deng suddenly exerted a fierce effort and forcefully snatched the pistol from the gunman's hand.

The thick, stiff gun barrel, like a python emerging from its hole, slid "whoosh" from the gunman's hand.

The gunman immediately felt a burning pain in both palms. Looking down, he saw that the skin on his palms had been torn off, revealing bright red muscle, with blood gushing out.

The short spear that Qingdeng seized had a shaft made of hardwood, making it very thick and stiff, lacking flexibility, and unusable without considerable arm strength.

Qing Deng didn't know how to use a gun.

Fortunately, guns are not a weapon that requires a lot of skill.

There is a saying in the martial arts world that is not entirely accurate, but it does have some truth to it: apart from unusual weapons, the larger the weapon, such as a spear, lance, or lance, the less advanced the skills required, and the more emphasis is placed on physical fitness.

If one can wield a spear several meters long and weighing tens of kilograms with incredible speed, what skill is needed? Simply swinging the spear shaft like a wheel is enough to make one invincible on the battlefield.

Qing Deng's performance perfectly exemplifies this statement.

The instant he had the gun in his hand, Qing Deng took a deep breath, tightened his stance, and steadied his feet to support his body, which in turn supported his arms, and his arms supported his wrists.

"Elephant Core +1", "Bear Waist +1", "Tiger Arm +1"... All talents are activated at the same time.

The pistol thrust forward for the first time and pierced its original owner's body... that of the gunman.

Immediately afterwards, Qing Deng swept his gun to the right, tearing the gunman's clothes, flesh, and bones apart like paper from the gun's blade.

The gun, pulled horizontally from the gunman's body, struck a person nearby, who was unable to dodge and was sent flying.

"Their horse was lost north of Feihu, and in the twilight, in the vast darkness, they could not find it. The vanguard suffered a defeat, half of the ice broke, and they dug up sand rats to drink the blood of their horses. The Chanyu took advantage of the situation and came again, and Chen Yun was like a dark ink painting. The snow on the watchtowers was heavy and the battlements were high, and the soldiers' lives were as fragile as hairs."

The image of the person, like ink spreading, approached Qingdeng from three sides.

Qing Deng was not used to the fighting style of "holding a gun in one hand and a knife in the other", so he threw away the short gun in his left hand without hesitation and started holding the knife with both hands again.

"Ah ah!"

With a powerful shout, someone stomped off the floor and charged straight at Qingdeng, knife and all.

Qingdeng calmly stepped to the side, avoiding the opponent's desperate attack.

Just as he took a deep breath and prepared to launch a counterattack, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a dark figure appearing to his right side out of the corner of his eye.

The man held a wakizashi (a type of Japanese sword), its white blade gleaming coldly in the dim candlelight.

Qing Deng lightly leaped upwards, easily dodging the wakizashi's sneak attack.

However, just as Qingdeng's feet touched the ground, two more enemies pressed forward.

The Yakuza's intentions were clear: to launch a relentless and fierce offensive, giving Qingdeng no chance to catch his breath!

At first glance, it seems that Qingdeng has been overwhelmed by the opponent's sheer numbers.

"When the general gave the order, a long wind arose, and the surprise troops charged out like waves. Arrows flew in a hail of bullets, and the Xiongnu chieftain fled like a bird. The danger turned to safety, as if by divine intervention, and everyone praised the general for his bravery and benevolence. Under his command, oxen were slaughtered to feed the brave warriors, and wine was poured into the river for ten thousand men to drink."

The song gradually reached its climax.

Accompanied by the pipa, the musicians' melodious singing was just like raindrops falling on a jade plate.

The uplifting melody transformed into gusts of wind, dancing wildly in the ears of everyone present.