I assembled the strongest swordsman group.

Apart from the weapon he was using in his right hand, Qing Deng only had four katana at his lower back.

The location of the water tower is very easy to find.

After all, it's the tallest building in the area.

With just a slight tilt of the head, one can see this towering building that stands out from the crowd.

Logically speaking, Qingdeng only needed to locate the water tower and proceed straight ahead.

However, he often had to change routes due to certain unavoidable reasons... that is, force majeure.

What should have been a straight path turned into a winding, uneven, and shaky line.

Just like now—while Qing Deng was fighting three very skilled enemies, the battlefield unknowingly shifted from the middle of the road to the interior of a house.

After Qing Deng killed the last enemy in front of him, he regulated his breathing and scanned his surroundings.

This house was probably a dormitory for the servants; it was simply furnished and decorated.

Qingdeng is now in an empty, straight and spacious corridor.

The floor, which had been scrubbed exceptionally clean, emitted a faint, pleasant fragrance.

The silvery moonlight streaming down from between the railings illuminated the corridor.

[A "lane" is typically located between rooms or in a corridor, between the roof and door lintel, used for ventilation, air exchange, or lighting.]

"...This corridor is nice."

After leaving a brief comment, Qingdeng prepared to turn and leave.

Pat-pat-pat, pat-pat-pat...

At that moment, dense footsteps rapidly approaching Qingdeng came from both ends of the corridor.

It must be the reinforcements from the Shimizu clan arriving.

Qingdeng looked ahead, then behind him, and pondered for a moment.

A moment later, he suddenly stuck the knife in his hand into the floor beside his feet, then reached behind him and took three of the last four knives tied to his waist.

A knife was plunged into the ceiling.

A knife was plunged into the wall beside him.

The last knife remained in his hand.

At the same time that Qingdeng finished making the arrangements... those footsteps arrived.

A large number of Yakuza men, armed with weapons and with fierce faces, filed in from both ends of the corridor.

In no time, their figures filled the corridor.

"kill!"

"Waaaaaaahhhhhh!"

"Don't let him get away!"

Qingdeng casually spread his legs, stood still, and waited for the enemy to approach.

Just as several cold blades were about to tear Qingdeng's body apart, at the critical moment, the Yakuza's encirclement suddenly opened—a flash of light swirled around and passed by—and several Yakuza bodies were sent flying high into the air.

With just one cut, the once spotless floor was stained with dirty blood.

In the blink of an eye, Qing Deng, who had been as still as a mountain, suddenly moved like thunder! He swung his knife like a lion!

He slashed diagonally at the neck of the person next to him, then switched stances, raised the tip of his knife, and pierced the throat of another person.

In the blink of an eye, a guy pounced on him like a whirlwind.

Qing Deng lowered his blade, using a low stance to parry upwards, knocking the weapon from his opponent's hand. Immediately afterward, he brought his blade down in mid-air.

In an instant, a streak of blood splattered from the blade.

The sluggish feeling of cutting through flesh and the reaction force of splitting hard objects were simultaneously transmitted into Qingdeng's palm.

The man was wearing a full set of martial arts protective gear, including a mask, torso, arm armor, and leg armor.

Armor is an important strategic weapon, and even the all-powerful Shimizu clan would not hoard armor.

Therefore, the Yakuza of the Shimizu clan can only defend themselves by wearing martial arts protective gear.

The main materials for making martial arts protective gear are wood and bamboo strips... How could something like that possibly withstand Qing Deng's attack!

Wood, bamboo, human bodies, paper... all these things are the same under Qing Deng's knife—they all crumble at the slightest touch.

In the blink of an eye, a new enemy attacked. He was large and muscular, like a rock wall closing in on Qingdeng.

Qingdeng glanced at his opponent, then suddenly bent his knees, lowered his center of gravity, and swung his sword to sweep across his opponent's lower body.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!"

The burly man screamed – his legs were still on the ground, but his body was no longer attached to them.

Of course, simply cutting off both legs wouldn't kill someone.

Then, like a spring suddenly straightening, Qing Deng abruptly straightened his upper body and thrust the knife in his hand into the chin of the burly man who was "flying" in the air due to inertia—with a bang, the burly man's head exploded like a watermelon, and the tip of the knife pierced through his skull.

As Qingdeng withdrew his sword, the burly man's body continued to "fly," tracing a perfect parabola before crashing heavily into a nearby barrier. He then fell to the ground along with the shattered wood pieces and chips.

[Note: Shoji: A type of partition in Japanese houses placed inside doors, windows, or corridors. It has a wooden frame covered with highly translucent paper to allow light into the house. Also known as "myōshōshi".]

Qing Deng's wolf-like eyes swept across the surroundings along the blade.

Enemies were everywhere—all around him… In this vast horde of enemies, he quickly devised his next “breakthrough point.”

In an instant, he flipped his right wrist, changing the grip of the knife in his palm to a normal one.

The next instant, the knife shot out from Qing Deng's hand, flew through the gaps between the Yakuza's positions, and finally plunged deep into the chest of a Yakuza a dozen steps away.

In the blink of an eye, Qing Deng pulled out the knife he had just stuck in the ceiling.

As he drew his knife, he casually slashed down the two people next to him.

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P.S.: A scene where swords are planted all over the corridor, and every time one breaks, a new one is pulled out—this is an essential trope in sword-fighting works, not to be missed. The death of the "Sword Master General" contributed more to history than his entire life.

Chapter 478 The Qingdeng Pass stands firm, impregnable by ten thousand! [5200]

Qing Deng seemed to be the incarnation of a demon, wielding his blade with precision and ruthlessness.

He took a step forward, switched the knife in his hand to his left, and slashed down at the enemy on his left. Blood gushed out like a waterfall from the blade—it was indeed a brand new knife, its sharpness impeccable.

Seeing Qingdeng move, the enemy standing to Qingdeng's right hurriedly stepped forward, attempting to launch a sneak attack.

However, he had only taken half a step when Qingdeng turned around and faced him directly.

*Pfft! Pfft!*

"Ugh... Ugh...!"

"Hmph... Hmph ahhhhh...!"

Two cutting sounds and two groans rang out one after the other.

Qing Deng not only killed the man who had tried to ambush him, but also killed the person next to him. The two bodies fell at the same time, their corpses piled on top of each other.

"Waaaaaaah!"

A new enemy pounced on Qingdeng from directly in front.

Qingdeng twisted his right wrist, twirled his sword, flicked away the bloodstains on the blade, and charged forward.

In the corridor, under the moonlight, two figures rapidly approaching each other merged into one.

In the instant their sleeves met, Qing Deng's head was almost touching his opponent's armpit, passing precisely under his right armpit. The hilt of his sword grazed his opponent's side, and with a single, sweeping cut from the hilt to the tip, the blade sliced ​​across his abdomen. — He had severed his opponent at the waist.

The man's head slumped limply; though he was clearly unconscious, he took two or three steps forward like a zombie...

Da da da da da da da!

Qingdeng heard hurried footsteps approaching from behind.

Without even turning his head, he held the knife in reverse and stabbed it backward, scraping the ground.

With a muffled thud like a water bag being punctured and a desperate scream, Qingdeng sensed someone falling onto his back.

Qingdeng did not pull the knife back.

He arched his back, using his spine as a fulcrum, and with a motion like casting a fishing rod, he hurled the enemy, who was lying on his back and impaled on his knife, from back to front and over his head.

The enemy's body, propelled by inertia, slid off the blade, flew over Qing Deng's head, somersaulted gracefully in the air, and crashed heavily into the enemy ranks in front of Qing Deng, knocking down many of them.

At that moment, Qingdeng caught a glimpse of another dark figure appearing within his attack range out of the corner of his eye.

Because of the "fishing rod" action, Qingdeng's knife was in a low position, with the blade almost embedded in the floor.

He was too lazy to adjust the direction of the blade—who says only the blade can cut people?

Qingdeng simply raised the blade, and the broad and hard back of the blade smashed straight into the dark figure, hitting him squarely in the chin. The sensation of bone shattering reached his palm.

Then, an unbelievable scene unfolded.

The immense strength granted by talents such as "Reversal Dragon", "Nine Bulls and Two Tigers", and "Tiger Arm +1" directly caused this person to take off from the spot—in a physical sense.

He shot upwards like a rocket, and with a loud "bang," his head plunged into the ceiling, while his body below the neck remained below, swaying gently in the wind, like a plump fruit about to fall to the ground.

In the midst of his haste, Qingdeng suddenly realized that the light on his left had dimmed.

"Wa ...

A burly man held a knife high, moonlight shining from behind him, casting a huge shadow on Qing Deng.

Whether it was intentional on the part of the other party or simply a stroke of luck, the burly man's timing for attack was truly exquisite.

The posture and blade orientation of Qing Deng made it very difficult to deal with an attack from the left.