I assembled the strongest swordsman group.

Alongside the wild dance on the scene, Qing Deng's sword flashed.

Faced with the Yakuza's fierce attack, Qingdeng remained calm and composed, simply shifting his body to the side.

Having fought countless fierce battles where the few faced the many, Qingdeng deeply understands the importance of "movement" in group battles.

Repeatedly changing positions will keep the enemy constantly on their toes.

At the same time, the enemy often hesitates to take decisive action for fear of accidentally injuring their own comrades.

In this way, the originally tight formation will gradually show flaws.

When the enemy's formation makes a mistake, that's the time to counterattack!

At that moment, a Yakuza leaped in front of Qingdeng.

Perhaps because he was too anxious, this person didn't realize that his position was too conspicuous.

The moment he raised his knife, a silver flash streaked across the ground from right to left with lightning speed.

As the silvery-white flash swept past the person's body, a trail of red mist appeared behind it.

Following the red mist were drops of blood that dripped out like rain.

This man's death was to the Yakuza what an anthill is to a dam—seemingly insignificant, yet it had already sown the seeds of their impending collapse!

The next instant, Qingdeng suddenly took a step and flashed in front of someone.

This time, Qing Deng didn't swing his knife. Instead, he bent his left arm and slammed his elbow into the other man's face.

Elbow strikes are among the most lethal unarmed techniques that humans can use.

With the "Steel Bones +1" talent, Qing Deng's slightly protruding elbow tip looked no different from an iron cone.

The sharp tip of his elbow struck the man's mouth squarely, shattering his upper and lower front teeth, and he immediately lost consciousness.

Someone was planning to go forward to provide assistance.

But after witnessing Qing Deng's extremely violent methods, he immediately backed down.

In the next instant, an unbelievable scene unfolded before his eyes.

One second Qingdeng was retracting his left elbow, the next he suddenly became a blurry afterimage.

The next second, he suddenly felt everything go black and something covered his face—it was Qing Deng's slap.

Qingdeng flashed to his side, then extended his left palm and covered his face, effectively blocking his mouth and nose.

The man's eyes widened in terror, but before he could retaliate against Qingdeng's "face covering"...

Click.

Qingdeng used pure brute force to turn his head in a different direction.

"The victory report was sent to Jianzhang Palace. Flowers and trees before the palace were thriving in the spring breeze. The officials raised their cups to congratulate the emperor, boasting of their extraordinary favor and achievements in the Ling Pavilion. For fifty years since then, peace has prevailed, and the north has been quiet and free from dust. Today, the emperor is fond of literature, and a white-faced scholar has risen to high office."

The sound of the zither rang out continuously.

Only a handful of Yakuza members remain who can still stand properly.

The four men looked at each other, unsure whether to back down or advance.

No sooner said than done, Qingdeng took action!

He suddenly swung his knife at the face of the enemy on his right.

Bones flew out.

One kill.

He leaped into the air, and with a swift motion, slashed down with his knife, striking the enemy in the chest on his left.

The severed limb fell off.

Second kill.

A flash of white blade pierced through the enemy's line of sight.

Triple kill!

The knife, which had been thrown from his hand, struck the enemy in the chest from behind.

Quadra kill!

"More than seventy wounds go unnoticed, more than seventy battles are unknown to anyone. Sometimes we gather rice to talk about the past, and others point and laugh. Alas, all that's left is to get drunk on grapes, and what's the point of talking about Job's tears after death?"

The song ended.

At the same time, Qing Deng pulled the knife back from the chest of the last person who was knocked down.

Qingdeng swung his knife forcefully, and with a "whoosh" sound, the bloodstains remaining on the blade were flung to the ground.

The sound of raindrops added a final touch to the musician's music.

The space, which had been incredibly noisy before, became completely silent at this moment.

The blind musician raised her head in bewilderment.

"How about it? Was I right?"

Qingdeng turned back and whispered to the musician.

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

Having said that, Qing Deng picked up his sword and headed towards the stairs not far away.

Just as he stepped onto the wooden step, he seemed to remember something, paused, then turned his head and said to the musician who was still sitting there in a daze:

"Your singing is very good. Quickly find a safe place to hide."

After saying that, Qingdeng stopped and walked straight ahead.

A moment later, his figure disappeared into the deepest part of the staircase.

These scenes were naturally beyond the sight of the blind musicians.

However, her "gaze" remained fixed on the direction Qingdeng had left.

As Qingdeng's footsteps faded into the distance, she gently pursed her lips.

"Is this... 'Nioh'...?"

A muttering that only she could hear escaped her lips.

A hint of enlightenment flashed across her beautiful face.

Then, the musician began to strum the strings again.

This time, she didn't sing, but instead recited haiku.

"It's raining now, it's May."

Today, in May, a light rain is falling.

One of the most famous haiku in Japanese history.

On May 28, 1582, Akechi Mitsuhide visited Atago Shrine and, during a waka poetry gathering with literary figures, he composed this intriguing waka poem.

A few days later, he led his army in rebellion, launching the "Honnoji Incident" that changed Japanese history, killing his lord Oda Nobunaga and overthrowing the Oda clan's rule.

If we pronounce "rain (AME)" in the poem as AMA, it means "the world".

Therefore, the phrase “雨が下しる” can be interpreted as a pun on another phrase.

And that sentence is—

To conquer the world.

In this day and age, let's conquer the world!

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The foreshadowing of "Qingdeng's love of reading" and "Qingdeng's high level of education" that had been laid out throughout the previous chapters has finally come into play in this chapter.

Strangely enough, today's chapter was originally intended to just have Qing Deng kill people in an ordinary way, but when he sat down at his desk, inspiration suddenly struck: since it's a killing spree in the arena, why not design a songstress to sing in the background?

"A melodious song, stepping to the beat to kill, a rain of blood falling from the sky"—"Leopard's Senryu"

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Chapter 451 Qingdeng, are you attracting women again? Why don't you take a break? [4200]

This place has only two floors, one above the other, each with a different function and a clear division of labor.

The first floor is an "entertainment area" for drinking, listening to music, and watching performances.

Normally, the private rooms on the first floor are filled with customers who have one arm around a prostitute and the other holding a wine glass, as well as entertainers who play music and perform belly dances and other talents.

As for the second floor... it's a "gentle haven" that evokes many fantasies.

After the guests have had their fill of fun on the first floor, they can lead the courtesans into the rooms on the second floor, where they can explore the mysteries of the human body together during the long night of passion.

When Qingdeng stepped onto the last step, a long, narrow corridor stretched out before him.

The lamp stands placed in every corner were all covered with peach-colored lampshades. When the candlelight shone on them, the entire corridor was filled with a decadent color that was somewhere between cherry blossoms and roses, while also making Qing Deng's face appear to be in and out of light.

The corridor was lined with rooms, one after another, densely packed together.

Looking around, one could see that every doorway was adorned with lifelike erotic paintings.

From Hishikawa Moronobu, who can be called the "founder of erotic art in the Edo period of Japan", to Torii Kiyonobu with his bold style, and then to Tsukioka Setsutei with his playful style.

Each and every piece is so vivid and captivating, making the viewer's blood boil.

However, for Aoto, who had experienced the impact of modern culture and had also enjoyed many wonderful things on Souji's body, these erotic paintings were still too low-level and could not arouse his sexual interest at all.

Qing Deng strode forward, holding the knife in one hand, letting the tip drag on the ground.

Crackling... Crackling... Crackling...

The sound of burning candles and the scraping of knives on the floor dominated the corridor.

Suddenly, Qingdeng felt a chill beside him.

In an instant, he knelt on one knee, turned around, and thrust his knife toward the direction from which the cold air emanated—the door on his left.