Chapter 481
The motionless man and the knife both exude a terrifying sharpness!
"...your knife is pretty good."
Rakshasa suddenly said softly.
"Nioh, I haven't seen you for more than an hour. Where did you get such a good knife?"
Qingdeng remained silent.
Rakshasa continued the conversation on his own.
"The sword-drawing technique is a special attack technique that uses the back of the sword to pass through the scabbard to generate speed and explosive power."
"The sword in your hand is not only longer than an ordinary katana, but it fits the tall Qian very well, and the blade has a very large curvature... It is really a good sword that is very suitable for performing Iai."
"But... I can see that this must be your first time holding this knife to kill someone, right?"
Speaking of this, Rakshasa cast a teasing look at Qingdeng.
"Can you fully unleash the power of this knife?"
Qingdeng, who had been silent since he made the Liuguang starting move, finally spoke.
"Can I control it? You can use your own body to experience it later," he said.
Rakshasa sneered and said nothing.
Sharp eyes wandered in the air.
It was obvious that the swords of both sides had not yet been unsheathed, but their eyes were already like unsheathed swords, making the air in the hall rustle.
The swordsmanship used by Rakshasa is the famous Hayashizaki Myojin Dream style.
This is a school founded by Hayashizaki Shinsuke, the founder of Batojutsu.
To put it bluntly, Hayashizaki Myojin Yume-ryu is the founder of all Iaido schools in Japan.
Although the status of "Grandmaster" does not mean that he is the strongest, his power is certainly undoubted.
Rakshasa, who has cultivated Hayashizaki Myojin's Dream Style to the pinnacle, is extremely skilled and powerful in his sword-drawing skills. Aonto has experienced this firsthand in the previous "Factory Battle".
Qingdeng's lips tried their best to calmly coordinate his breathing.
But in reality, his entire body was as hot as lava in a volcano.
In the eyes of onlookers, Qingden and Rakshasa, who were covered with bruises and bruises, did not look like they could move again and continue to launch powerful attacks.
But Qingdeng could clearly feel... Rakshasa's mental concentration reached an unparalleled level!
His whole body exuded a strong sense of oppression.
If Qingden didn't tighten all the nerves and muscles in his body and rise up to resist the pressure, he would feel like he was completely suppressed by the opponent.
There is no doubt that Rakshasa's legs, his Changyang Zhengzong hidden in the sheath, possess amazing explosive power!
Rakshasa's next Iai Slash... will be the most powerful strike Aoden has ever seen!
"call……!"
The translucent turbid breath leaked out from between Qingdeng's teeth.
When he said goodbye to Sanako, he said to her: I have thought of a way to defeat Rakshasa - this is not a lie.
In terms of power and speed alone, his level of sword drawing skills with Rakshasa are only about the same.
The real strength of Rakshasa is his reaction speed and eyesight.
The moment he saw through Qingteng's sword path, he changed his starting position at lightning speed, changing the original "drawing the sword with an overhand grip" to "drawing the sword with a reverse grip", jumped to the side of Qingteng, and melted away
Qingdeng used most of his strength to break Qingdeng's sword with one blow.
So...just make a slash that makes Rakshasa unable to even react!
If you want to reach a new level of cutting speed in a short period of time, the only way is to concentrate your energy and strength! Explode all the potential in your body in one breath!
Qingden stared closely at the Rakshasa in front of him without even blinking, holding his breath and concentrating on it.
The talent "Gathering God" has already been activated.
A familiar sense of silence enveloped Qingdeng's brain.
However, Qingdeng gritted his teeth dissatisfied.
not enough!
This kind of concentration is not enough to take my slashing to the next level!
Qingden's breathing became heavier.
Focus...you have to focus even more!
Concentrate all the energy and emotions left in the body into the next knife!
Concentrate...concentrate...!
Maybe this is the so-called "haste makes waste".
The more Qingden tried to concentrate, the more random thoughts appeared in his mind more frequently.
From which direction will Rakshasa's knife strike? Can my feet still swing smoothly? Is Rakshasa's target this time my body, or is he aiming his knife at me like last time?
His mind was even flying into the distance without even realizing it, towards Sanako and the others who were not here.
You know, in this state, it is impossible to perform a slash beyond yourself!
In the midst of this anxiety...somehow, the voice of Kiryu's boss suddenly sounded in Qingto's mind:
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(Don’t be confused. If the sword does not come out of its sheath, it will be fine; if the sword does come out of its sheath, you need to unite your mind and heart)
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This happened not long ago.
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(What I call "unity of mind and spirit" is not just about being very focused, but the most important thing is to maintain a high degree of unity between will and emotion, to achieve a state where you don't think about anything except "cutting off what is in front of you")
That day, he and Boss Kiryu sat side by side on the verandah of the Thousand Things House, humbly asking for advice on how to achieve the state of "being able to cut things that mortals cannot cut".
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(Tangerine-kun, if you find it troublesome, you can forget everything I just said and just remember this sentence - "Control emotions". A will to fight that is harder to shake than a rock will not cut off something.
The firm purpose of never giving up, as long as you have these two powers, you can split everything in the reach of the sword.)
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"Don't be confused... maintain a high degree of unity of will and emotion... a fighting will that is harder to shake than a rock... a firm purpose that will never give up until something is cut off..."
As if he chewed every word and every sentence, Aomori softly repeated the teachings of his boss Kiryu at a volume that only he could hear clearly.
After a while, he "whispered..." and turned the various emotions in his heart into sounds.
Then - he no longer made any demands on his current state of mind.
Stop thinking in words... he said to himself.
Let the consciousness flow through your mind.
Let your thoughts soar in the night sky of Edo!
At this moment, Aomori seemed to understand Boss Kiryu's teachings.
He felt... he was entering a very wonderful state.
Betting on me...
The dark clouds that originally filled Qingdeng's mind had dispersed, and his vision suddenly became wider and brighter.
All sounds gradually fade away from the surroundings, and only a "buzzing" noise can be heard in the ears.
Bet everything on me.
After hearing, even vision and touch began to move away from Qingdeng.
At this time, Qingdeng could no longer see the enemy in front of him, nor could he see himself...or in other words, he couldn't feel his own existence.
He felt like an inconspicuous piece of dust, floating lightly.
Bet everything on me!
The sound disappeared.
The night wind around me also disappeared.
Qingdeng felt like he was standing in a quiet space with no breeze... or even air.
His body and spirit were all reduced to nothingness.
In his world...the only thing left is the knife at his waist!
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From the Rakshasa's perspective, the changes currently taking place in Qingdeng really surprised him.
Qingdeng's eyes seemed to have been cleaned and became clear and transparent.
Although his eyes still flickered, he couldn't feel any emotion.
Suddenly, Rakshasa's expression showed uncontrollable astonishment.
Until just now, the man in front of him had always exuded a disturbed aura, and even the knife in his sheath was full of strong agitation.
But at this moment, the traces of uneasiness and anxiety were completely gone!
At this time, Qingdeng was like a piece of steel that had been tempered many times but returned to its original state.
The surface is gentle and pliable, but the inside reveals unparalleled hardness and strength, and contains a solemn murderous aura!
Rakshasa felt like the hairs on his body stood on end... He didn't hate this feeling.
A knowing smile appeared on his face.
Don't tarnish this tranquility - Rakshasa added silently in his heart.
He subconsciously slowed down his breathing, raised his left thumb that was close to the blade, held it against the blade, and pushed the Changyang Zhengzong blade out of the sheath just enough.
The two stared at each other... no, Qingdeng's eyes had long been so calm that even using the word "stare" to describe it seemed too intense and inappropriate.
"..."
"..."
Silence enveloped the space.
It was so quiet that it felt like time was frozen.
Then - Rakshasa, moved!
Choke, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh!
Rakshasa freed the sharp blade from his waist.
According to legend, the evil ghost named "Rakshasa" has supernatural powers and can fly through the air or travel quickly on the ground. He is a violent and terrifying ghost.
This moment, this moment! This man is really like His incarnation, striking out an indestructible sword!
Changyang Zhengzong made a loud noise, and a huge flash of light cut Qingdeng's vision!
Almost at the same moment when Rakshasa launched his attack... Qingden also released his own offensive!
At this moment when the two people's lives suddenly shrank and then suddenly enlarged, Qingdeng released his sword-drawing technique - Flowing Light!
In an instant, Qingdeng's will spread to the tip of the knife.
As if it was trying to attract the surrounding darkness, the blade suddenly popped out of the sheath! It emitted a harsh and dazzling purple cold light.
The tip of the knife makes a crisp sound as the blade vibrates.
With the flash of the white blade, Qingdeng's eyes emitted a magnificent and dazzling brilliance like the dawn of dawn!
Deep in my mind, the cold voice declared:
[Ding! Eternal Talent: The Eight Banners of Invincibility, activate! 】
A brand new world unfolds in front of Qingdeng's blade!
A shining white rainbow filled Rakshasa's vision and the space!
Wherever the white rainbow passes, even if it is a blue sky and a yellow spring, it is only a short distance away!
The sword light cut through the atmosphere, penetrated deeply into the Rakshasa's sword and body, and then rushed straight into the clouds, reaching beyond the reach of the moon!
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Rakshasa stared at Qingden in front of him, still maintaining the posture of drawing the sword, as if nothing had happened.
Clang.
The front half of Changyang Zhengzong's blade fell to the ground, and the fracture was incredibly neat.
He smiled.
Amazement, regret, and unwillingness are three emotions beautifully mixed together in a weird smile.
"Nioh... well done... beautifully...!"
Before he finished speaking, his smile instantly became distorted.
A look of pain climbed onto his cheeks, and the other half of the knife fell from his hand.
He subconsciously raised his left hand and pressed his right shoulder.
There was the sound of something blooming in the air.
I saw a small crack on Rakshasa's right shoulder, and then the crack became longer and longer, running diagonally across his entire upper body, and getting deeper and deeper, and a clearly visible blood line slowly emerged.
"Orochi-sama... I'm sorry... I can no longer... fight side by side with you... I have to... take the first step..."
The blood line that became deeper and longer finally covered the scar that Tachibana Takayuki had left on his right collarbone——
Phew!
Blood arrows splashed into the sky like a fountain.
Like his knife, Rakshasa's upper body slid down along the extremely smooth cut and fell onto the tatami.
A waterfall of blood spurted out continuously from the section of his lower body that was stuck to the ground.
[Ding! Talent scanned]
[Successfully copied talent: "Locked Blood +7"]
[Introduction to talents: high blood vitality and powerful hematopoietic function; activate red blood cell metabolism, increase the oxygen saturation of hemoglobin, and enhance the use of oxygen and ATP by body tissues; activate the body's immune system and enhance phagocytosis; blood loss accounts for the total blood volume
Only 50% of the total blood volume will cause physical discomfort, and 70% of the total blood volume will cause severe shock or death]
"Huh...huh...huh...huh...uh...!"
Qingdeng let out a dull cry of pain and fell to the ground on the spot with a knife.
Vision, hearing, and touch returned to his body one by one.
"Is this...the Eight Banners of Muwan..."
Although he had just entered a physical and mental state of "ignoring, not listening, and not thinking", he still vaguely sensed the sound of the system beep.
He couldn't remember at all how he had swung the knife just now.
He only vaguely remembered seeing Rakshasa drawing his sword, so he followed suit... That's all he remembered.
Ever since I copied this talent from Boss Kiryu, I have never activated it, so much so that Aomori almost forgot about its existence.
However, because it was the first eternal talent Qingdeng possessed, and its ability was so domineering and impressive, Qingdeng always clearly remembered its talent effect.
When the mind and spirit are united and there is no confusion in the mind, you will be able to use a powerful blow as if Hachiman Daimyojin is possessed by him. When the mind is without confusion, the sword is also without confusion!
Qingdeng squinted his eyes and looked at Changyang Zhengzong and Rakshasa who were split into two.
Such power...it's like being possessed by Hachiman Daimyojin!
Snap, snap, snap, snap...
At this time, Qingdeng heard unhurried footsteps coming from his side.
He followed the sound and saw an old man wearing glasses walking towards him with a leisurely pace.
"Boss Kiryu...why are you like the officials of the "Three Chapters" of the Fire Thief Kai and the Enforcement Office, who always arrive late after the battle is over?"
"Sorry, there are still a lot of enemy forces remaining in Qingshui Mansion. It will take some time to mow the grass."
As Kiryu spoke, he shook the knife in his hand and shook off the blood on the knife. The blade he was holding now was a very ordinary commodity. He probably picked it up from the corpse of a Yakuza.
Yes.
"...Tachibana-kun, you did a great job."
Kiryu looked at Qingden who was still lying on the ground, then looked at the body of Rakshasa not far away, and smiled slightly.
"You have indeed reached the state of being able to kill things that mortals cannot kill."
When Qingdeng heard this, he was speechless and laughed.
"Boss Kiryu, how did you know that I had reached this level?"
"I can tell this kind of thing just by looking at it."
After saying that, he stretched out his hand towards Qingdeng, wanting to pull Qingdeng back.
However, Qingdeng shook his head.
"Boss Kiryu, no need, I can get up by myself."
As he spoke, he leaned on the ground with his knife, stood up slowly, and then walked straight to the door next to him.
When Kiryu saw this, he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.
"Do you still have the strength? Don't you need me to support you?"
"unnecessary."
Qingdeng replied without hesitation.
"Since you came here standing upright, you should leave standing upright."
After saying that, he turned his right wrist, held a sword in his hand, shook off the blood on the sword, and put Vairocana back into the sheath on his waist.
Kiryu was stunned for a moment, and then put on a helpless expression:
"Are you sure? Do you really don't need me to accompany you?"
Qingden smiled freely.
"The wind and the moon are with me."
He passed through the door and went down the stairs.
Along the way, strange faces came into view.
From the appearance, they don't look like the Yakuza of the Qingshui clan.
I think it should be Kiryu, Makimura's troops.
A swordsman covered in blood suddenly appeared in front of them. These people were stunned for a moment, and then quickly got into a fighting stance.
At this time, Kiryu's shout came:
"Don't move, he is the 'Benevolent King' and a friendly army."
Nioh——When they heard this word, their expressions were immediately dominated by emotions such as shock, curiosity, and respect.
Obviously no one ordered them to do this, but they put away their weapons in unison and rushed to the roadside.
"Tachibana-kun? Are you, are you okay?"
When leaving Qingshui Tower, Qingden met Makimura hurriedly coming towards him.
"I'm fine. Not only am I in good health, but I'm also in a good mood."
After that, he bypassed Mucun and continued moving forward.
Makimura stood there dumbfounded, staring at Qingto's retreating figure.
"Ju-kun, where are you going now?"
Qingden was startled for a moment.
Then, familiar faces appeared in his mind.
Sanako, Souji, Kinoshita Mai, Tenzouin, Elodie, the two sisters, the partners of the Imperial Guard...
"...I now want to return to those people who are waiting for my return."
Qing Deng wore a comfortable and sunny smile, strode forward with his head held high.
Makimura looked at Aomori who was gradually walking away, with a look of deep disbelief on his face.
There were many scars and bruises... It was easy to see that Qingdeng had just experienced an extremely fierce decisive battle.
At the cost of "suffering heavy losses", he fought hard to win the battle, but he did not immerse himself in the afterglow of victory, nor did he lie on the ground "humming and chirping" waiting for others to rescue him. Instead, he stepped on the gentle breeze.
pace, leaving the battlefield alone and unruly.
As if the fight to the death he just experienced was just a trivial matter.
Even though he has lived in the human world for more than ninety years and is a well-informed Makimura, he has never seen such a scene.
At this moment, Makimura inexplicably felt that Qingto's back overlapped with the figures of two old friends he knew well.
Those two old friends, one is an old man, the other is unparalleled in the world.
When he thought of this, Makimura felt a chill in his heart. He couldn't help but straighten his back and stood there, watching Qingdeng with a solemn look.
Soon, Qingdeng returned to the door that he had broken.
At this moment, outside the gate of Qingshui Residence, there was a commotion.
The commotion in Qingdeng had already alarmed nearby residents and government officials.
The melon-eating crowd who came to watch the excitement, the own police officers who maintained order, the officials of the execution office who were ordered to investigate the situation but did not dare to enter Qingshui Residence... Men, women, old and young, scholars, farmers, businessmen, all huddled together.
The crowds are flowing like a tide, shoulder to shoulder.
"Look! Someone is coming out!"
"It's 'Nioh'! 'Nioh' Tachibana Aoden!"
"Tachibana Aoden? So the person who single-handedly entered the Shimizu Residence is Nioh?"
"No way...he actually accepted the invitation from the Qingshui clan..."
"So what's going on now? Now that Ju Qingden has come out, does that mean...he won?"
"He, is he... still alive?"
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Qingdeng paused, and Gujing Bubo's calm gaze swept across the crowd of people in front of him.
"Step aside."
Although his voice was not loud, it suppressed all the movement at the scene.
People looked at each other and looked at each other.
Then--
Blah blah blah...blah blah blah...
Just like the sound caused by the wind blowing in the fields, everyone, including officials and white-haired people, rushed to separate to the left and right to make way for a straight road.
Qingdeng stepped forward without hesitation, and walked straight forward under the gaze of the people.
They didn't know what Qingdeng had been going through in recent days.
Little did I know what an exaggerated historical achievement Qingdeng had just created.
However, they saw that Qingdeng had a sense of coercion at this time, and his movements exuded a sacrosanct aura.
When Qingdeng issued a brief command, their legs moved involuntarily and they retreated to the street, their eyes uncontrollably casting awe-inspiring and shrinking glances at them.
The moonlight shines on his path, laying a gorgeous carpet for him.
The night wind blew by his side, bringing him humble companions.
It's like a triumphant king.
Qingdeng felt in a good mood and his steps became more brisk.
Not only because he had just completed the majestic feat of "ploughing the courtyard and sweeping holes to defeat the enemy," but also because he could return to his friends and loved ones.
Thinking of this, Qingdeng inexplicably wanted to sing something.
At this time, he somewhat understood why the ancients wanted to write poems and lyrics every time they had funerals, happy events and other major events.
Because when people's interests are surging and their thoughts are boiling, they really need to say something and do something to express their full emotions.
Qingdeng certainly did not have the ability to write a poem in seven steps.
However, he suddenly recalled a Tang poem that he liked very much in his previous life.
For a moment, the people crowded on both sides of the road all heard a melodious male voice that melted into the deep night——
"The nobles are forcing people to come without freedom, and the dragons and phoenixes are invincible."
"The hall is full of flowers and three thousand guests are drunk, and fourteen states are cold with one sword."
"The drums and horns lift the sky, the air is cold, and the wind stirs the sea and mountains in autumn."
"When he was named Lingyun Pavilion when he was young, how could he envy the Ten Thousand Households at that time?"
His figure was stretched so long that it was like a mountain pressing down on the street and people's hearts.
When the moonlight shines up, it shines with a brilliant color between silver and sword light.
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Just when Aoden was about to walk out of Dounan Town——
Gulululululu...
He suddenly heard the sound of wheels turning from far to near in front of him.
Looking closely, a very familiar carriage broke into his field of vision.
"Sasaki?"
Qingdeng couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.
At the same time that Qingdeng discovered Shazhong, Shazhong also discovered Qingdeng.
"Mr. Orange?"
Shazhong hurriedly stopped the carriage.
Before the carriage stopped, a beautiful figure hurriedly jumped out of the carriage and rushed to Qingdeng in three steps at a time.
Qingdeng was startled, showing a surprised expression, which soon turned into an apologetic and hesitant expression, and finally changed into a relieved smile that seemed to feel relieved.
Although no one explained to him the ins and outs, he roughly guessed what happened.
Sanako opened his eyes wide and looked at Qingteng from head to toe.
As if he was confirming whether the person in front of him was really Qingden.
Is it because of the suspension bridge effect? Qingto always felt that Sanako at this time was far more beautiful, touching, and lovable than usual, and he really wanted to put her in his arms.
"Zona..."
Qingdeng spoke softly, wanting to take the initiative to break the silence.
But at this moment, unexpectedly, a gust of fragrant wind rushed into his arms.
Sanako stretched out his hands, held his neck with his left hand, and hugged his head with his right hand.
Then... he felt a reassuring warmth covering his lips.
Qingden blinked his eyes and stared in surprise at the long eyelashes in front of him that almost touched his eyebrows.
The beautiful eyelashes that trembled slightly along with the body were gradually wetted, and there were large water drops hanging on them.
At this moment, Qingdeng felt that all the strength in his body had been drained away.
Without any hesitation - he closed his eyes, hugged Sanako's soft waist with his backhand, and enjoyed the warmth to himself as if no one else was around, which made him want to be intoxicated all the time.
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As the night gauze covering the earth slowly fades away, the eastern sky is the first to usher in the dawn, slowly turning from pitch black to green, indigo, and light onion.
Finally, a piece of fish belly white floated slightly from behind the mountains to the east.
A new day has arrived.
History continues.
The legend continues.
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PS: Although Aoshinobu in this game is a civil servant, he is even more dashing than Ogata, a ronin in the previous game. He fell in love with three women and managed to marry them all; he recited poems when the mood came, and he didn't care at all.
The eyes of the people around me. Happy, happy~
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