Itakura Hirahiko's body shape was completely larger than Aoto's.
To blow away an object that was so much bigger and heavier than himself...it shows how much strength Qingdeng used in this punch.
The plump meat mountain drew a low but standard parabola in mid-air and landed on the ground four steps away from Qingdeng.
Landing does not mean the flight stops.
The meat mountain flipped several times against the ground, rolling up a lot of dust and smoke. It wasn't until the whole person was about to hit the crowd of onlookers outside the open space that Itakura Hirahiko finally stopped his retreat and stabilized his position.
Body shape.
At this time, Qingdeng suddenly felt an icy cold wind carrying the sonorous sound of the sword, hitting his body from the slanting stab.
Even if you just listen to the sound, you can feel the sharpness and terrifying momentum contained in this cold wind.
He had no time to turn his head to look, but Qingdeng, who was convinced that the danger was coming, leaned back sharply and took half a step back - a sword flashing with the cold light unique to steel was thrust against Qingdeng's chest.
past.
The person wielding the sword was none other than one of Itakura Hirahiko's four bodyguards.
At some unknown time, this person moved to the side and in front of Qingdeng. This position happened to be in the blind spot of Qingdeng's vision.
Whether it's the movement of the body or the selection of attack positions... they all exude a master's aura.
After the first attack failed, this man was not in a hurry to pursue Qingdeng.
He could be seen maintaining a battle-ready attitude, glaring at Aomori, while quickly retreating to Itakura Hirahiko's side.
Aoto's punch against Itakura Hirahiko was fast and sudden.
The moment the dull sound of "fist-to-face" sounded, the whole place fell into deathly silence.
The Confucian scholars and the onlookers around them all seemed to have seen gods descending and ghosts appearing in the world, their eyes widening as if they would roll out of their sockets and fall to the ground at any moment.
A few of the people with more expressive expressions had their jaws open as if they were about to dislocate.
The surroundings suddenly became silent.
Then it suddenly became noisy and noisy again.
"This, this person is so brave, isn't he? He actually dares to hit Ruonianji's son?"
"What is 'courage'? Isn't this called stupidity? If you beat a samurai in the street, if you can do it properly, you can definitely sentence the man in the hat to a felony for this reason!"
"Yes, if you offend Itakura Hirahiko...this person will have nothing to eat and walk away!"
"It's over, it's over, that warrior wearing a hat is finished."
…
In the chaos of the bells, the wails and cries of pain, like slaughtering pigs, resounded throughout this small space.
"Ahhhh! My nose! My face! Ahhhhh!"
How could Hirahiko Itakura, who had been pampered and pampered for many years, withstand Aoshito's punch?
While he was still flying in the air, his consciousness was interrupted due to the severe pain.
After being pinched by the crowd of scholars who hurriedly gathered around him, he walked over quietly.
As soon as Fang woke up, a shattering pain spread down his cheek and throughout his body.
Facial numbness is severe.
It was like a beehive was planted in my head, with countless bees buzzing up and down, making the brain a mess.
Itakura Hirahiko raised his trembling hand and touched his face - the blood on his hand.
The tip and root of the nose are tilted to a strange position.
Even without looking in the mirror, Itakura Hirahiko can feel that his face must be terrible to look at now.
And this is indeed the case.
His front face, centered on his nose, was swelling rapidly at a rate of one second.
Within a few moments, the entire face became twice its normal size.
Itakura Hirahiko's face was fat and big, like a pig's head.
But now...it's no longer "like", it's completely the same as a pig's head.
"Itakura-sama, please calm down."
One of Itakura Hirahiko's bodyguards reached out and held down Itakura Hirahiko's shoulders to prevent him from moving.
He carefully looked at Itakura Hirahiko's face several times. After a moment, he breathed a sigh of relief.
"Fortunately...it's just a broken nose, but the cheek bones are fine. Mr. Itakura, come, we will take you to the hospital."
The bodyguard reached out to help Itakura Hirahiko, but was roughly pushed away by Itakura Hirahiko.
"Get out of my way!"
Itakura Hirahiko pushed away all those who stood in front of him, covered his face with one hand, and pointed at Qingdeng with his other hand, which was still trembling due to the severe pain in his face.
"You, you guy!"
Qingdeng guessed that his next sentence was a classic line often shouted by villains who are accustomed to bullying men and dominating women after being counterattacked: How dare you hit me?!
As soon as Qingto had this thought, he heard Itakura Hirahiko shouting hoarsely:
"You guy, how dare you hit me?!"
——This is indeed what he said...
After secretly laughing a few times, Qingden said calmly:
"Is there any problem with teaching a shameless and obscene person a lesson?"
After saying that, Qingden specifically turned his head and looked at the crowds on the left and right.
Those people who had just been discussing the rights and wrongs of Tianzhangyuan all changed their expressions and fell silent after being caught by Qingdeng's gaze.
Some of the more timid people did not even dare to stay here any longer, so they hurriedly lowered their faces and waists like rats crossing the street, and fled away from Qingdeng with their tails tucked between their legs.
"Sheng Qing..." Tianzhangyuan stared blankly at Qingdeng's back in front of him. Wherever his eyes flashed, he was full of surprise, confusion... and some kind of emotion that was difficult to describe with specific words.
——Is it my... illusion?
Tianzhangyuan always feels that Qingdeng's current anger... seems a bit too big?
In reality, Tianzhangyuan’s feeling is not wrong.
Qingdeng is indeed very angry right now.
There were two reasons why he wanted to punch Tobakura Hirahiko.
The superficial reason is very simple: this fat man spoke unabashedly and belittled Tianzhangyuan with his words.
In the Edo period, when "women should marry young" was advocated, older leftover women were always regarded as freaks who could be ridiculed.
In such an era, no matter what Tianzhangyuan's private life is, whether she is a virgin or not, it is not something that can be discussed in public.
Therefore, Itakura Hirahiko's words and deeds just now can be regarded as a serious contempt and blasphemy against Tenshouin.
To be fair, Qingdeng was full of respect for Tianzhangyuan...the female boss who treated him very well. Ever since he recruited him into the New Royal Court, he had been doing his best to train his female boss.
A boss like this who won't just talk to you about sacrifice and dedication, never puts on airs, and has an approachable personality is even rarer than a giant panda.
The person he respected was treated with such contempt... How could Qingdeng not be angry?
Ainoto was not the only one who was angered by Itakura Hirahiko's actions.
Tokugawa Iemo, who sincerely treated Tenshoin as a mother and son, and the two sisters who regarded Tenshouin as the only true god in the world, were all angered by Itakura Hirahiko's rudeness.
Even if Qingteng had not taken any action just now, these three people would definitely use their own methods to protect Tianzhangyuan, which they deeply admired - perhaps even more violent and radical than Qingteng's actions.
As for the underlying reason why Aoto punched Itakura Hirahiko...
During today's private visit with Tokugawa Iemo and Tenshoin, Qingto saw many things that he had not paid much attention to before... or even noticed.
He originally had a bright future, but was forced by the powerful to destroy his family and his family, and became the "former master of the Taoist temple" who had to rely on deceit and abduction to make a living.
The farmers were tortured by natural and man-made disasters, exorbitant taxes and miscellaneous taxes, and were trapped in a hell.
The people at the bottom of the city are so desperate that they don’t even look down on their illness.
Class discrimination and social prejudice that run deep into the bones.
These poor people who have nothing are living in dire straits.
As a result, carnivores like Itakura Hirahiko are all full of fat! They unscrupulously use their power to suppress others, bully men and women, and confuse right and wrong!
Qingdeng, who leads a team in the Huofu Thieves Kaili, has military power and extensive connections. His friends are all over the officialdom, martial arts circles and other fields. Therefore, he has the confidence not to do anything to the students of Shohei Ban Academy and Wakato's son.
Good look.
But what about others?
What about those who have nothing to rely on and nothing to rely on?
So unfair...
It's so unfair!
When he thought of this, Qingdeng felt an unknown fire ignite in his heart.
As soon as this nameless fire struck a spark, it immediately burned through Qingdeng's whole body with the force of a prairie fire.
This flame...or this surging emotion was the main reason that drove Qingdeng to clench his fist.
I want to slap Itakura Hirahiko's face severely.
I want to smash something hard!
At this moment, Qingdeng's brows suddenly jumped - for some reason, he suddenly recalled a certain past event from his previous life before he traveled to this world...
That happened when he was in the sixth grade of elementary school.
I forgot the specific reason... Anyway, the teacher sitting on the podium suddenly asked, "What is your dream for the future?"
At the right time, at the teacher's request, every student in the class had to stand up and answer in turn.
When it's Qingdeng's turn...
"I want to make the world XXXXXXXX!"
——What did I say at that time?
Qingdeng only remembered the first half of the words, but the content of the second half...he couldn't remember it at all.
I just remember that after he shouted out his dream, the classmates in the class were all laughing.
The teacher was also covering her mouth and laughing.
The atmosphere inside and outside the class was filled with joy, as if some funny joke had been heard.
"You! You have the guts!"
Qingdeng's "memory recall" was interrupted by a roar that intervened in his thoughts.
Ayoto reflexively glanced at the location where the roar came from, namely Itakura Hirahiko, who was still pointing his halberd at him.
Itakura Hirahiko, whose face turned red with anger, smiled in anger.
"I don't know if you are really not afraid of death, or if you are just stupid. Since you are so talented, I want to see if you can hold on to your backbone until the end!"
After roaring, Itakura Hirahiko turned his head and shouted to the four bodyguards behind him:
"Fuck me! Chop off both of his hands!"
As soon as the order was given, the four bodyguards immediately drew their swords out of their sheaths without thinking.
"Brother, I'm sorry." One of the bodyguards said calmly to Qingdeng in a neither sad nor happy tone, "We are just following orders, please don't resent me."
Qingden chuckled lightly.
"It's okay, I understand."
Having said that, Qingdeng spread his legs leisurely, put his left hand on the sheath, and continued the words in a leisurely manner:
"No need to worry. If you have any skills, just use them."
"However, I have something ugly to say first - swords have no eyes. If your swords are meant to maim or kill me, then I will not show mercy and will definitely kill you without leaving a single piece of armor behind!"
The bodyguard who threatened Qingdeng to "don't blame them" and pretended to make a "disclaimer" sneered repeatedly.
"Hmph, okay, if you can do it, just come over."
The four bodyguards stepped forward, their long figures stretched by the westward sunlight, pressing towards Qingdeng like a mountain.
The solid and steady steps, the powerful yet flexible knife-holding movements, and the powerful aura escaping from the movements of their hands and feet, let those who see it understand: this is a group of people whose skills are definitely not ordinary, and must have gone through a lot of experience.
A good fighter who rarely fights life and death duels!
"...Sae, Yae." Tianzhangyuan lowered her head and said seriously to the two sisters standing on her left and right sides, "You..."
"You don't have to come and help me." Qing Deng interrupted Tianzhangyuan's words without looking back, "These people... just leave them all to me."
Before Tenshoin could raise his doubts, Tokugawa Iemo who was on the side asked first: "Tachibana-kun, are you sure? The four samurai in front of you...are obviously extraordinary in skill."
Hearing this, Qingdeng smiled knowingly and said half-jokingly:
"It doesn't matter, just leave it to me. If Sae and Yae are sent to help, and if Hirahiko Itakura takes advantage of our unpreparedness and sends people to sneak attack you, then I can't bear the responsibility."
Although Aoshito had already mentioned this, Tokugawa Iemo still showed hesitation and hesitation.
After all, the martial arts prowess of Itakura Hirahiko's bodyguards were obviously not at the same level as that of the mediocre Confucian scholars.
But at this moment, Tianzhangyuan made a final decision for this brief negotiation:
"I understand. Then...Sheng Qing, let's go have a big fight."
Even though Qingdeng turned his back to Tianzhangyuan, he could still vaguely feel that Tianzhangyuan was smiling at him.
Qingden turned his head slightly and looked back from the corner of his eye - as expected, Tianzhangyuan showed him an elegant smile that made him inexplicably feel reassured and contented after looking at it.
As if being infected by Tianzhangyuan's smile, Qingdeng unconsciously raised the corners of his mouth.
After returning Tianzhangyuan's smiling gaze, Qingdeng turned his eyes and attention back to the front of him, let out a long breath - choke, bang, bang, - and unsheathed his sword!
"Go! Go! Cut off both of this guy's hands!"
Itakura Hirahiko yelled wildly, while quickly retreating, hiding behind the bodyguards, and hiding where Qingto couldn't touch him, with an arrogant and ferocious smile on his face.
Although accidents occurred frequently, in terms of results, the group of rotten scholars who had just been beaten up by Qingden felt particularly comfortable now.
They were originally worried that Itakura Hirahiko would not stand up for them, or that his retaliation against Aoto was not intense enough.
Unexpectedly, Seito actually beat Itakura Hirahiko! He offended Itakura Hirahiko to death!
It really took no effort at all! This damn man in a hat is finished!
At the moment, the rotten scholars gathered around Itakura Hirahiko all showed expressions of gloating about his misfortune.
They know very well how powerful Itakura Hirahiko's bodyguards are!
They couldn't wait to see Aoden beaten to pieces by Itakura Hirahiko's bodyguards, crying for his father and mother!
A chilling atmosphere that was completely different from the previous atmosphere when Qingdeng fought against the Confucians billowed out.
Everyone present was more or less aware that a fierce and tragic bloody fight to the death was about to take place!
…
Qingdeng's eyes swept across the faces of the four bodyguards along the blade.
The current situation... was within Qingdeng's expectation.
When he slammed his fist driven by the nameless fire into Itakura Hirahiko's ugly face, Aoden was already mentally prepared to receive all the fierce revenge of Itakura Hirahiko.
It caused trouble to Tianzhangyuan and others and affected their private visit in private today... Qingdeng felt very sorry for this.
But he did not regret that he had beaten the corrupt powerful.
Rather... Qingdeng even feels a strange sense of comfort and comfort now.
This is the main reason why Seito insists on "dealing with Itakura Hirahiko's bodyguards alone" - he wants to monopolize the pleasure of beating up the powerful eagle dog.
If given the chance, he wouldn't mind punching Itakura Hirahiko's ugly face a few more times.
Qingdeng silently enjoyed this strange feeling of comfort that came from nowhere, and quietly readied the knife.
In the next moment, something incredible happened to Qingdeng.
Qingden suddenly felt as if something was about to burst out of his body.
Instinctively, my mind moved——
In an instant, the faces of the four warriors who were confronting Qingdeng changed drastically!
People whose expressions also changed were those from Tianzhangyuan behind Qingdeng.
Itakura Hirahiko, the Confucian scholars, and the surrounding onlookers, although they did not react as violently as Tenshouin and others, they all vaguely sensed that Qingden seemed to be a different person!
He seems to have become...even "bigger"!
Only Tianzhangyuan and others who were used to seeing the big world, as well as the four bodyguards who were facing Qingdeng and had rich martial arts experience, knew clearly what was happening to Qingdeng.
"It's 'power'...!" Someone among the four bodyguards squeezed out the word through clenched teeth.
At this moment, a majestic momentum like a vast ocean emanated from Qingdeng's body! It rushed toward the bodyguards with the force of a mountain collapse!
Being able to release "power"...the bodyguards who have experienced many battles know very well what this means.
For a moment, the bodyguards' faces became extremely solemn.
They unanimously put on their best postures, and then reported their homes one by one:
"Direct Heart Shadow Style, Uehara Saichiro!"
"Ono Ittōryu, Mikami Masajiro!"
"Direct Heart Shadow Style, Takesaburo Okuda!"
"Shinto Muken-ryu, Takahashi Yashiro!"
Zuoichiro, Masajiro, Takesaburo, Yashiro... one, two, three, four, the names of these four people are easy to remember, but Qingden didn't pay attention to their names at all.
Qingdeng's attention at the moment was entirely on himself.
——"Shi"...It's been a long time coming...
Qingdeng blinked in surprise.
The last time he unleashed his "power" was in the duel with Kamaitachi more than half a year ago.
The "potential" was suddenly activated again without any warning... Qingdeng was naturally shocked and puzzled by this.
Although I am very curious about the reason, but due to the current situation, I can only put this question aside for the time being - let's think about the answer later!
Just hearing the sound of "Ha...", Qingdeng exhaled a long breath, roused himself, and said word by word to the enemies in front:
"Stop talking nonsense and come over quickly!"
At this moment, the "power" released from Qingdeng's body increased dramatically!
Also at this moment, five figures merged into one!
Qingdeng jumped into the middle of the enemy group.
He swung the knife diagonally, slashed at Zuichiro's chest, then adjusted the position of the knife tip and stabbed Masajiro's neck, then made a beautiful fan shape with the knife and swept it towards Takezaburo's belly.
Although Qingdeng's series of flowing combos were all blocked or dodged, he successfully pushed back the three people who were under attack, causing their originally tight formation to loosen.
As soon as it was said that it was late, Zuo Yilang let out a low drink, and his body flew straight towards Qingdeng's Tianling Gai like a flying swallow.
Qingteng was not afraid to fight with him! He used smooth footwork as if gliding on water to bully Saichiro, deflected Saichiro's sword, and then slammed Saichiro's neck as fast as lightning.
Zuichiro also deflected Qingto's attack, and the two exchanged positions.
At this moment, Qingdeng suddenly felt a murderous aura coming from behind.
Aoto reacted quickly and turned back, swinging his sword to face Yashiro who was coming from behind.
In the sky and the earth, there was a sudden flash of a white blade - people saw that Aoden's sword only flashed once, and then bounced away from Yashiro's sword, neutralizing Yashiro's sneak attack.
In the next breath, Aomori took a big step forward with the soles of his feet sticking to the ground. When he was about to pass by Yashiro, he raised the sword above his head and then slashed it down hard, performing a cassock slash.
When Yashiro saw this, he looked horrified and subconsciously raised his sword to defend himself.
The slashing attack from top to bottom and the defense raised from bottom to top, the two seem to be indistinguishable in speed.
But what’s the real situation?
The real situation is that Qingdeng's knife speed is faster.
The husband's sword is fleeting.
A moment's carelessness and a moment's difference in speed are enough to determine the outcome of a sword duel!
Poof!
Aoden's blade splashed out a waterfall of blood - his blade cut deeply into Yashiro's left shoulder, cutting from the shoulder to the belly!
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Yesterday’s monthly ticket goal was successfully achieved! But because the author was busy dealing with some personal matters yesterday, I couldn’t write enough 8,000 words today. I’m very sorry! The author will make up for the 8,000-word chapter tomorrow! (Leopard)
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This chapter has been completed!