I assembled the strongest swordsman group.

moment.

What happened next happened in an instant!

With a stomping sound that seemed to crack the ground, the two charged at each other! At the same time, they swung their white blades fiercely at each other's heads!

choke!

choke!

In that instant, a bluish-white burst of light erupted in the air! The piercing sound of sharp metal clashing against each other echoed in all directions!

And in that very instant... the outcome was decided.

At the moment the two swords clashed, Qing Deng suddenly had a strange feeling, as if he had "put all his strength into cutting cotton."

Upon closer inspection—the Rakshasa had actually drawn her sword with a backhand!

He struck with an extremely tricky angle, the blade slicing upwards along the side of Qing Deng's sword, sending countless sparks flying.

Guided by the blade, Rakshasa nimbly moved to Qingdeng's side.

However, Qing Deng's body leaned forward half a step due to inertia!

Aoto's body side and the side of Echizen Sumire Riku no Kami's sword were completely exposed to the Rakshasa's blade!

Even someone who knows nothing about martial arts could immediately tell from this scene that Qingdeng was in danger!

Realizing he had lost the initiative, Qingdeng quickly adjusted his posture.

However... it was too late!

At the same moment their figures overlapped, Rakshasa drew his sword upwards, just as it reached its highest point in the air.

In the blink of an eye, he stretched out his left hand, gripped the bottom of the hilt of the knife with his left palm, and twisted his wrists, turning the blade half a circle, so that the blade tip, which was originally pointing downwards, was now pointing upwards—the reverse grip on the knife had become a normal grip!

hum!

The blade descended with the force of a cascading river! It struck precisely the blade of Echizen-no-kami, Tsutachi-no-kami, Kanetsugu!

The blade and back of a knife can withstand a great deal of force vertically, but it is much more vulnerable to forces coming from the side.

Improper body posture prevented Qing Deng from adjusting the blade's direction in time.

The strike, seemingly aimed at shattering the sky, struck the brittle and fragile blade head-on... like an egg hitting a stone, the outcome was already predetermined.

Clang!

The blade of Echizen-suke Tsutachi-no-kami Kaneshige broke in half and flew into the air!

Rakshasa turned her blade around, and with a "whoosh," the returning blade swung towards Qingdeng's face!

Qingdeng's pupils contracted sharply, and he reflexively raised the broken sword in his hand, barely managing to parry the Rakshasa's attack.

No sooner had one blow fallen than another arose!

A silver flash swept towards Qingdeng's body once more.

The Rakshasa's attack speed is just too fast!

The relentless slashes prevented Qing Deng from adjusting his body posture.

If the body posture is incorrect, the defensive stance will inevitably be incorrect.

And so... this time, he failed to successfully deflect the Rakshasa's attack...

clang!

The Rakshasa's blade struck Qing Deng's hilt squarely.

Qingdeng's knife was pushed away.

In the blink of an eye, Rakshasa stepped forward—his current body posture and the direction of his blade made it difficult to deliver an effective strike.

However, as we all know, a knife can be used to attack in many ways, not just by slashing.

bump!

Rakshasa struck Qingdeng on the forehead with the bottom of the hilt of her sword.

Qingdeng saw the oval-shaped, hard handle rushing towards him. Immediately afterward, countless golden stars began to fly before his eyes, and a shattering pain spread throughout his body.

Despite the excruciating pain, Qingdeng took several steps back to widen the gap between his legs.

Rakshasa is not only terrifyingly fast, but his strength is also astonishing!

His attack just now... if Qing Deng's bones hadn't become exceptionally hard and resilient under the "Steel Bones +2" enhancement, his head would probably have been smashed like an egg.

"Ju Qingdeng, your skull is really hard."

"That blow I just delivered was powerful enough to blow an ordinary person's head off."

"However... even though you didn't die on the spot, you shouldn't be able to stand up, right?"

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I managed to write 7000 words today! Come on! Let's continue with the monthly ticket reward!

现在的月票是312票，只要能在8月8号的0点之前达到360票，我就豹更7000，380票是8000，400票是1W！

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P.S.: Great news from Leopard's family today! Leopard's sister-in-law gave birth to a little leopard cub! It's a male! Congratulations! From today onwards, Leopard is officially the uncle! When we were thinking about a name, I suggested "X Qingdeng" or "X Shengqing," but unfortunately, they were ruthlessly rejected… (crying leopard head.jpg)

PS: Those familiar with sword and spear-themed works should understand what it means for the protagonist to break his sword.

Chapter 475 The Man Who Can Freely Enter the "State of No Self"!

As soon as Luosha finished speaking, Qingdeng frowned and squatted down, using his broken sword as a support.

He held on with all his might, and barely managed not to collapse.

A strong feeling of dizziness surged into Qingdeng's brain like a tidal wave.

He felt that the images and sounds of the world before him were distorted.

The only clear sound was the beating of my heart in my chest. Thump, thump, thump... like thunder, deafening.

A clouded consciousness, chaotic thoughts... everything is fragmented.

He was sweating profusely, his breathing was disordered, and standing was extremely painful for him.

The dizziness, which felt like it was enveloping my head, aggravated my weight.

The skull should be fine, but the internal injuries are quite serious.

If it weren't for the fact that he could still see, hear, and remain conscious, Qingdeng would have almost thought that his brain had rotted into a pile of tofu.

Slap, slap, slap...

Rakshasa dragged his sword and walked step by step toward the powerless Qingdeng.

The blade scraping the floor made a grating, screeching sound.

At this point, he had already dismounted from his fighting stance.

He looked down at Qingdeng, who was squatting on the ground, with undisguised regret on his face.

It's like buying a toy you don't like.

It's like eating food that's hard to swallow.

"How disappointing... The so-called 'Nioh' is nothing special."

"However, your sword-drawing technique is indeed quite good."

"It has been a long time since I have met anyone who has cultivated Iaido to such a level."

"Even someone as discerning as me has to give a positive evaluation of your outstanding performance just now."

"But—that's all."

Just as he said this, Rakshasa had already walked up to Qingdeng.

"The 'Niou' who protects the world is killed by the 'Rasetsu' who eats human flesh... Haha, how ridiculous."

"Tachibana Seiden, in the end... your name 'Nioh' is nothing more than the words of a novelist, and then, by a twist of fate, it became popular for a while."

"In my opinion, your current strength is far from worthy of such a prestigious title."

"A person whose virtue does not match his position is nothing more than this."

Rakshasa stood tall and proud, a slight upturn at the corners of his mouth, delivering a long, arrogant speech.

Without even assuming a fighting stance, he stood brazenly in front of Qingdeng, arrogantly belittling him... His behavior was utterly arrogant.

However, it cannot be denied that at this time, the Rakshasa did indeed have arrogant power.

Qingdeng's strength and speed were both suppressed by Rakshasa.

His trump card, the Draw Sword Technique: Flowing Light, failed to defeat Rakshasa—and in fact, it was countered by Rakshasa's superior Iaido in a fair and just "middle gate duel."

Even the knife in his hand was cut off, and his head was injured.

All signs point to the same cruel truth: Qingdeng has lost, lost completely and utterly...

But at this moment—

"You talk too much nonsense."

Suddenly, Qing Deng took a deep breath, then used the broken sword he was leaning on the ground for support to stand up with difficulty.

"You're so long-winded...you're even noisier than the stray dogs around my house."

As Qingdeng spoke, he shook his head violently a few times, with such force that it seemed he wanted to shake out all the impurities in his mind.

Upon seeing this, the Rakshasa was taken aback.

Immediately afterwards, he frowned subconsciously.

"Hey, hey, hey, why are you standing up? You don't still want to fight, do you? The outcome between us is already clear, isn't it? What's the point of continuing? Just squat down obediently, calmly accept defeat and death—that would be much easier, wouldn't it?"

Qingdeng swayed a few times.

Although he managed to firmly plant his feet, that alone exhausted all the remaining strength in his body.