Female Swordsman Training Dojo

A dozen or so demonic swords slashed fiercely at Ashikaga Anno from all directions simultaneously, while the strongest disciple of the Justice Hall bypassed the still dizzy Uesugi Yoshinobu and faced Ashikaga Anno head-on, preparing to block his sword.

This should be a foolproof killing formation. With Ashikaga Anno's strength, there's no way he could withstand the combined attack of so many of his fellow disciples! Nor could his mental power simultaneously intimidate so many people!

Even his eerie black mist has a limited range and cannot defend against everyone!

The disciples of the Justice Hall were right, except for one thing—Ashikaga Anno is indeed very strong now.

Facing the onslaught, Ashikaga Anno revealed a mocking smile. His arms and legs suddenly swelled up, and then his sword speed more than doubled! His crimson-glowing body bypassed the "Master Brother of the Justice Hall's" pitch-black demon sword and severed his head.

The swords of the Justice Hall disciples who were ganging up on him fell into empty space as Ashikaga Anno stomped on the floor. He broke through the killing formation with a simple forward charge, and in the process, he was back in front of Uesugi Yoshinobu, grinning as he said, "Master! Do you see that?! I'm the strongest!"

Uesugi Yoshinobu was still fighting the Echigo Dragon who was trying to possess his body and had no time to speak. But his pitying and sorrowful eyes had already given Ashikaga Anno a good feeling.

He laughed loudly as he turned to face his fellow students who had caught up with him again: "Shi Fan, just you wait. I'm here to prove that I'm far stronger than the others! Much stronger!!"

Having said that, he directly raised his sword to meet his pursuing fellow disciples, casually swinging it out. The unremarkable, flawed sword strike was immediately met with a brilliant counterattack. However, when the two swords clashed, Ashikaga Anno's flawed strike easily broke through his senior brother's parry, leaving a bloody gash on his chest.

Difference in strength

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The distance is too great.

Ashikaga Anno didn't intend to kill his beloved fellow disciples immediately. He wanted to utterly crush them with every move, every strike! To destroy their pride! To tear apart their hypocrisy! And then, as they knelt and begged for mercy, he would send them to the deepest hell!

Just thinking about the final scene made Ashikaga Anno so excited that he even pulled out his penis!

Relying on the enhanced power of the filth, Ashikaga Anno rampaged through the encirclement of the Justice Hall disciples. Even after realizing the difference in strength, they all switched to a hit-and-run style of fighting, but their speed was no match for Ashikaga Anno's.

With their various mental abilities, they wouldn't be in such a sorry state, and might even have won. But whenever they tried to do so, the corrupting power extinguished their hopes.

In less than three minutes, the dozen or so disciples from the Justice Academy who came to participate were already covered in injuries, and the weakest of the Communication University of China disciples were already showing signs of exhaustion.

Ashikaga Anno was starting to get bored, and he'd had enough of toying with them. His power had been proven; look at those fools around him! They didn't even dare to face him!

He! Ashikaga Anno! Is the undisputed number one in the world!!

However, he will not be arrogant, so now it's time to feed his precious sword.

Ashikaga Anno looked at his wounded fellow disciples, whose faces were now covered in bright red lines and looked terrifying. He slowly raised his Hannya body and walked over.

But as soon as he took his first step, he froze in place.

A chilling yet incredibly intense killing intent pierced through his entire body, even restoring a moment of clarity to his already completely corrupted mind, driving him to look towards the source of the killing intent.

Having already given up hope, Amu Hojo, under the gaze of Anno Ashikaga, impatiently set up her dream messenger. She said to Harunobu, who had already arrived behind her, "Master, you don't need to deal with these small fry. Leave them to me."

The beautiful swordswoman, transitioning from a young girl to a mature woman, spoke with a touch of coquettishness, completely ignoring Ashikaga Anno's angry glare. After observing for seven or eight minutes, Hojo Amu was certain that Ashikaga Anno was no match for her.

His strange black mist, which could dissolve mental energy, was useless to Hojo Amu, whose mind was focused solely on herself. Furthermore, his absurd physical abilities didn't manifest much differently from the enhancements in his breathing techniques; at least, they couldn't completely overwhelm her.

So, Amu Hosho took a deep breath: "Hey, are you ready?"

Thunder rumbled, drowning out the deathly silence of the stadium and igniting Ashikaga Anno's fury.

He roared and raised the Hannya Body in his hand, his legs swelling like tires as he rushed towards Hosho Amu. He was going to kill this damned, stupid woman who knew no fear of power! No, he would spare her life! He would make her watch as he slaughtered all her sisters, and then, right in front of her, he would have sex with her husband—!

puff.

boom.

Thunder Breathing + No Outflow - Secret Technique: Fang Thrust!

1000% increase in mental power!

"Ha... even weaker than I thought." Amu Hojo waved her hand, then "weakly" collapsed into Harunobu's arms. Although she still had plenty of energy, only a fool would stubbornly refuse the teacher's concern at this moment.

Pierced through the heart and his soul ripped apart, Ashikaga Anno collapsed to the ground, staring intently at the despicable couple embracing before him, filled with resentment and rage. But this time, even his demonic body was powerless. The power a demonic sword could carry was inherently limited, especially considering Ashikaga Anno's extravagant use of it. Had he not diligently and conscientiously transformed his soul and flesh into power, he would have been dead long ago.

Now, may you die a peaceful death!

As the body of the Prajna mocked and forcefully extracted, Ashikaga Anno, who had just expanded to its limit and resembled a mountain of flesh, rapidly shrank, and in a short while, only a withered corpse, skin and bones, remained on the spot.

And a gleaming, scarlet demon sword, as if it had just eaten and drunk its fill.

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Author's note: By the way, this blind date will most likely fall through again. Ah, I'm used to it by now (ノへ￣、)

Chapter 315: The Disturbed Spellcaster

Even though the danger had passed, the venue remained eerily quiet. Everyone was still processing what they had just witnessed, finding it hard to believe.

Uesugi Yoshinobu, a veteran samurai, along with his dozen or so disciples, failed to defeat Ashikaga Anno, who had fallen into demonic possession.

Then, a female disciple of the Aozorakan single-handedly defeated Ashikaga Anno. And she only used one strike, a technique she had already used once before!

So, is Hosho Amu greater than Uesugi Yoshinobu plus the dozen or so disciples of the Seigaku?

? ? ? ?

Of course, this is just the opinion of ordinary people who don't know anything about the industry; they only see the surface. Those who do know more have even more complicated feelings at this moment.

They understood why the dozen or so disciples of the Justice Hall hadn't been able to defeat Ashikaga Anno: the biggest reason was that their mental focus hadn't worked, and they'd lost their most effective means of control. Then, facing Ashikaga Anno, who had become a demon and whose physical abilities had greatly increased, they were simply overwhelmed by the numbers.

But doesn't this mean that Amu Hojo's physical abilities are even more outrageous than Ashikaga Anno's? Even if she has the power of her mind, these physical abilities are still a bit too outrageous, aren't they?

No, they know that the Thunder Sword of the Azure Sky Pavilion has the effect of improving physical fitness, but isn't this a bit too powerful?

The swordsmen who hadn't fought the Qingkongguan disciples at full strength fell silent.

The most silent of all were naturally the disciples of the Justice Hall. The wounded swordsmen stared silently at the withered corpse on the ground, a thousand thoughts surging in their minds, yet they didn't know what to say.

Finally, it was Uesugi Yoshinobu who stepped forward and broke the silence. Without Ashikaga Anno's corrupting power to replenish it, Echigo no Ryu still couldn't defeat Uesugi Yoshinobu. However, after this incident, Echigo no Ryu, this cursed sword passed down through the Uesugi family for hundreds of years, will probably never be so easy to wield again.

“Thank you both for your help, Master Taira, Madam Taira.” Uesugi Yoshinobu sighed, clutching the jade Buddha at his chest. “I never imagined that Anno had accumulated so much resentment and bitterness. If only I had…”

Harunobu curled his lip: "Come on, this kind of person is obviously the type who will take an inch and want a mile, and is insatiable. His strength has already surpassed many swordsmen, and his family background is also excellent enough. If he can still turn out like this, then he's beyond saving."

Uesugi Yoshinobu shook his head. He didn't quite agree with Harunobu's argument, but since Harunobu was the one who ultimately saved his disciples, he couldn't possibly argue with him.

So he changed the subject: "Master Ping, thanks to the two of you, my disciples and I were saved this time. I really don't know how to thank you enough."

When you mention this, Harunobu gets really excited.

He immediately stretched out his hand: "It's alright, just give me the money, I'm short of cash right now. Or you can just give me the Demon Blade, my disciples haven't been equipped with it yet."

Uesugi Yoshinobu's polite words were abruptly cut off, and he finally shook his head helplessly: "We don't have any extra demon swords, so just pay up."

As he spoke, Uesugi Yoshinobu hesitated, clearly considering how much money to offer. Harunobu then added with a smile, "Master Uesugi, your disciples risked their lives to fight against the demons for you. Without them, you might have died on the spot."

Uesugi Yoshinobu wanted to say that he had a trump card up his sleeve, but that didn't conflict with his disciples' loyalty. So he could only smile wryly and raise one finger: "I can only offer a maximum of 15,000 yen, Master Taira."

"Ten thousand yen it is then," Harunobu said generously. "Transfer or cash?"

Yoshinobu Uesugi gave a helpless, bitter smile.

While Harunobu and Uesugi Yoshinobu were discussing, the others were not idle either.

The audience finally realized

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Leaving that aside for now, it's pretty useless anyway, except for being a human megaphone. Most of the other swordsmen were whispering among themselves, discussing the battle they'd just witnessed, trying to figure out why Hojo Amu had defeated Ashikaga Anno in one move.

The most enthusiastic among them were the samurai who practiced the Mugai-ryu style. Amu Hojo's identity wasn't a secret; everyone knew she came from Mugai-ryu. Even her signature fangs had already been officially unveiled at the Hojo Dojo.

However, these swordsmen of the Mugai-ryu school were soon ridiculed for being too noisy: "You are learning the Saito Mugai-ryu school, what does that have to do with the Hosho Mugai-ryu school?"

"Do you even have protruding teeth and you're already bragging about it?"

"I said, aren't you guys supposed to be ruthless and merciless? How come you got split up?"

The joke about the Muwairyu quickly became a hot topic, diluting the somewhat anxious atmosphere. This was understandable, as the split between the Hosho Dojo and the Muwairyu main family was so seamless that the Saito family, as the main family, didn't even offer any opposition.

More importantly, when Hosho Dojo unleashed its signature "Tooth-Tooth" moves, while the other dojos without any outside influence stuck to their old routines, they were bound to be ridiculed as cowards.

Although those with better connections know that the fact that the Hosho Dojo was still called Hosho Muwairyu instead of another name indicates that the two organizations had secretly reached a dirty deal, that doesn't stop them from continuing to tell the Muwairyu joke.

In short, thanks to the dedication of the swordsmen from the Wuwai Stream, the atmosphere gradually eased. As a result, no one noticed that a group of people had secretly slipped back into the corner of the arena.

Those were the spellcasters who were supposed to be responsible for handling any abnormal situations during the Heavenly Observation Trial. Because of the appearance of the corrupting power, anyone who could still move chose to run away at that moment. However, the environment was too chaotic, and they were not in the public eye, so no one noticed them.

Now that Ashikaga Anno is dead and the power of corruption is no longer offensive, these spellcasters quickly returned. Although a strategic retreat wouldn't be considered a major mistake for these spellcasters, it's something that should be avoided if possible.

Moreover, although they see the power of filth like mice seeing a cat, if that power of filth loses its aggressiveness, they will immediately become customers of a brothel seeing a naked woman!

No spellcaster is unafraid of the corrupting power that can devour magic, and no spellcaster doesn't want to control such power!

Especially now that it seemed someone else had already accomplished it, their growing senses intensified their fear and dread. This time it was just a mindless samurai who wasn't targeting them, but what if next time it was some kind of monster? Or what if it was specifically aimed at them?

No! The power of corruption must be controlled by professionals, magic masters!

The spellcasters tidied their disheveled appearance and then rushed to the arena with great momentum.

Unbeknownst to them, a young girl was watching them from a private room on the second floor, her eyes filled with disappointment.

Chapter 316: Tsuchimikado Haru's Wavering

In Harunobu's private room, Tachibana Yuzu came up to Tsuchimikado Haru, jumped up with a "heave-ho," and successfully sat on the railing; her two short legs swung in the wind, and she gently kicked Tsuchimikado Haru's thigh: "Haru, what are you thinking about, so seriously? Could it be that you're captivated by Shi Nan's handsomeness?"

Tsuchimikado Haru turned around and pinched Tachibana Yuzu's chubby little face: "Call me Haru-neechan—something's not right down there. Those Onmyoji seem to be trying to steal the credit."

Ju Youzi glanced down and laughed: "Xiao Chun, want to make a bet?"

Tsuchimikado Haru exclaimed in surprise, "What?"

"Let's bet on whether those Onmyoji dare to fight with Shifan... No, that's too easy. How about we bet on whether those Onmyoji dare to raise their voices at Shifan?"

"What kind of bet is this..." Tsuchimikado Haru was a little puzzled. There was no need to guess. An ordinary spellcaster might be wary of the Uesugi clan's power, but she knew the Onmyoji who was leading the bet.

Nobuhara Tsuchimikado is hailed as one of the ten outstanding young talents of the Tsuchimikado family. At a young age, he became the Onmyōji (Yin-Yang Master) of the Onmyōryō (Bureau of Yin-Yang), though only holding the lowest position, which was quite remarkable for his age. Furthermore, the Tsuchimikado family's power was in no way inferior to that of the Uesugi family.

Even without considering these factors, just by looking at the aura and gait of these spellcasters, one can tell that they are no longer the submissive people they once were.

Juyouzi chuckled, "Then I'll bet I wouldn't dare. How about we bet on dessert for dinner tonight?"

"Hmm..." Tsuchimikado Haru hesitated, not immediately agreeing. After all, the desserts at Aozora-kan were really delicious.

Tachibana Yuzu didn't mind and smiled as she looked down. Just then, Tsuchimikado Nobuhara, leading the remaining twenty or so Onmyoji, arrived on the arena with great momentum.

Harunobu, who had already settled the issue of compensation and was preparing to take Hosho Amu back to the private room to reward her handsomely, and Uesugi Yoshinobu, who had lost two outstanding disciples, a large sum of money, and the reputation of the dojo, and was preparing to collect the disciples' bodies; both of them looked at the Onmyoji who seemed to have ill intentions.

Harunobu was alright, only somewhat annoyed by the interruption and the imposing manner of the other side. Uesugi Yoshinobu, however, was genuinely furious, after all, if it weren't for those useless Onmyoji who had delayed for so long and failed to purify Ashikaga Anno, how could the Justice Hall have suffered such losses!

Even if they kill Ashikaga Anno, at least his top disciple won't die! The reputation of the Justice Hall won't be reduced to the point where all the masters of the hall are used as stepping stones for a disciple of the Blue Sky Hall!

Uesugi Yoshinobu knew that this was misplaced anger, but who told these people to be so ungrateful and come looking for trouble?

The two powerful samurai's malevolent gazes, imbued with their thoughts, weighed heavily on the hearts of the approaching Onmyoji, like two towering mountains. The once-aggressive group instantly deflated, most noticeably at the head of the group, Tsuchimikado Nobuhara.

There was no way around it; he was at the very front and directly bore the brunt of the pressure. More importantly, it was only then that Tsuchimikado Nobuhara realized that the magical array they had set up inside the arena had been completely destroyed by Ashikaga Anno.

In other words, if they want to take action now, they still need to take out the magical materials, chant incantations, and circulate their magical power, just like usual...

Just a few meters away from the two hatamoto-class samurai.

What an ingenious way to commit suicide!

Having been blinded by the temptation to control the power of corruption, Tsuchimikado Nobuhara finally snapped out of his daze and forced an awkward smile onto his pale face: "Master Taira, Master Uesugi, are you both alright?"

Qingxin shook his head. He thought he had encountered a tough opponent or a strong one, and that he could try fighting a spellcaster other than Shiranui Lan. He didn't expect her to be a useless coward who was all bark and no bite.

"Thank you for your concern, but we're fine. You should think about how to explain these two days of trouble to the Emperor." After saying this, Harunobu nodded to Uesugi Yoshinobu, picked up Hosho Amu, and walked away.

Tsuchimikado Nobuhara stood there, sweating profusely.

Yes, even if their desertion goes undetected and goes unpunished, the fact that two major incidents occurred in the first two days of the Tianlan Trial Tournament is enough to give him an indelible stain on his reputation.

Even if these things had nothing to do with him, after all, no one would have thought that the airship that had been setting off fireworks for several days would suddenly drop explosives; nor would anyone have thought that the disciple of the Justice Hall would suddenly become possessed by evil and that corrupted power would appear.

Damn it, he's just an ordinary Onmyoji doctor, he hasn't even completely subdued a person's shikigami yet! How could he possibly have predicted these things, and how could he possibly have stopped them?

Even if you call the Yin-Yang Master over, he'd be terrified and run away in terror at the sight of the filthy power!

—But the Emperor won't care about these things.

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