King of Hundred Victories Saber

Chapter 379: Chapter 153: Lin Wanqing: Gentle Bearing Conceals Great Ambition, Decisive Sword Fells the Wokou (5)

The Myanmar Saber at his waist, with its jet-black, glossy scabbard, spoke of countless bloody battles it had endured.

His gaze was firm and calm, like a cold star twinkling in the night sky, carefully observing every move of the Japanese bandits.

He firmly gripped a green flame arrow in his hand; this green flame arrow was a special signal flare crafted by the Heroic Sakura Association. At the critical moment, it would streak across the sky like a brilliant meteor, heralding the start of the battle.

At the same time, it could also serve as a hidden weapon, delivering a fatal blow to the enemy.

Finally, the vanguard of the Japanese bandits stepped into the valley of Jishan.

They advanced cautiously, their steps light and careful, with their weapons gleaming coldly in their hands, glaring under the sunlight.

As the large army of Japanese bandits penetrated deeper, the valley was filled with a tense and oppressive atmosphere, like the calm before a storm.

A flash of determination appeared in Shi Feiyang’s eyes, like lightning breaking the night sky, as he quickly launched the signal flare in his hand.

”Bang!” A resounding explosion, like thunder on a clear day, as the signal flare burst open in the sky, emitting a dazzling green light that illuminated the entire valley.

In an instant, the heroes ambushing on both sides charged out like fierce tigers descending the mountain.

Shi Feiyang took the lead, charging at the forefront.

He drew the long saber at his waist; the moment the blade left the scabbard, it let out a crisp ”clang,” like the roar of a dragon.

He shouted a powerful ”Kill!” This one word of fury, like the sound of a great bell, echoed throughout the valley, causing a painful buzz in everyone’s ears.

He unleashed the fierce Hundred Victories Saber Technique, the blade light flickering, each strike carrying immense force, as if it could split the earth. The sound of the saber wind, ”whoosh whoosh,” slashed towards the Japanese bandits, causing them to fall one after another with continuous screams of anguish.

Lin Wanqing, wielding a long sword, moved with agility akin to a green lotus blooming in a gale, gracefully weaving through the Japanese bandits.

She deployed the ”Longevity Sword Technique,” with sword flowers glittering, each thrust accompanied by a sharp ”swish,” targeting the vital points of the Japanese bandits.

Her swordsmanship flowed like a stream, elegant yet deadly, dazzling to watch.

Qin Yuanyao swung her large axe with a ”whooshing” wind; each strike producing a deep ”thud,” capable of felling a swath of Japanese bandits.

Her axe techniques were vicious, working in perfect harmony with Liu Dayou, who used his ”Two-finger Zen” divine skill to slay enemies.

Liu Dayou, with his agile form and electric-like fingers, each point accompanied by the cries of Japanese bandits, killed those who came close one by one.

The Japanese bandits were caught off guard by this unexpected attack, their formation thrown into chaos.

However, under Banji Tairou’s command, they quickly responded, beginning to organize a counterattack.

Banji Tairou, swinging his long saber, shouted loudly: ”Baka! Kill them all, eliminate all these rebels!”

The Japanese bandits, howling like mad beasts, charged towards the heroes.

Banji Tairou leapt from his horse, grasping the Japanese saber, transforming himself into a black lightning bolt, accompanied by the ”swish swish” of cutting wind, executing an ”Upwind Single Slash,” charging straight at Shi Feiyang.

Shi Feiyang let out a cold snort, using the Bright Jade Technique, True Qi circulating within him, emitting a ”buzzing” sound, as if enveloped by an invisible air shield. He deployed the Hundred Victories Saber Technique, executing the ”Cangsong Welcoming Guest” move, with a ”clang!” sound of clashing metal, resembling a long bell tolling, shaking the surrounding air, successfully deflecting Banji Tairou’s Japanese saber.

Immediately, he wielded his saber in the ”Golden Dragon Clawing” move, tracing an arc in the air with the blade, both attacking and defending, difficult to fathom.

Banji Tairou’s ”Upwind Single Slash,” though having no form or style, wielded incredible power.

One could see his power gathering like a surging tide on the blade’s edge, particularly emphasizing the astounding speed.

His figure nearly turned into a shadow in the air; each strike of the blade accompanied by a sharp ”hiss,” tearing through the air, leaving no flaw. However, Shi Feiyang was clever and resourceful, not just an ordinary person.

While maneuvering around Banji Tairou, he observed his opponent’s vulnerabilities.

Suddenly, his eyes brightened with an idea, executing the move ”Sword Emerges to Seal Throat,” unexpectedly using his saber like a sword.

His long saber in hand took the form of a silver lightning bolt, with a sharp whistle, thrusting straight towards Banji Tairou’s chest.

Seeing this, Banji Tairou’s expression changed drastically, wanting to dodge but it was already too late.

”Puff!” The long blade pierced into Banji Tairou’s chest, blood splattering everywhere. His eyes widened with shock and unwillingness as his body slowly fell. Iwata Jiro, a skilled warrior among the Japanese bandits, saw Banji Tairou engaged in a fierce battle with Shi Feiyang. His eyes shifted, focusing on Lin Wanqing, who moved with the grace of a lotus on the battlefield.

The corner of his mouth curled into a cruel sneer. Clutching his long sword in both hands, its blade glinted with a cold light, like ghostly fire from the Nine Nether Hell.

He lightly tapped the ground with his foot, his whole being like a black phantom, wrapped in a fierce gust of wind, pouncing towards Lin Wanqing, emitting bizarre cries from his mouth, eerily resembling the screech of an owl at night.

He performed the ”Fusang Swordsmanship” of the Japanese bandits, the sword momentum fierce, imbued with a determined killing intent, intending to instantly strike down Lin Wanqing with his sword.

Lin Wanqing sensed Iwata Jiro’s attack, her beautiful eyes widened, burning with the flames of anger.

This anger stemmed from the Japanese marauders’ savagery on this land and their cruelty towards the people, a deep-seated resentment etched into her bones.

Her eyebrows arched defiantly, yet her posture remained elegant, like a lotus blooming in the storm.

She held the long sword, its blade shimmering with a cold glow under the sunlight, mirroring her unwavering determination at this moment.

She executed the ”Longevity Swordsmanship,” a technique that overcomes hardness with softness, based on the principle of using four ounces to shift a thousand pounds.

With a gentle shout, she instantly unleashed a move called ”Tenderness Like Water.”

Her movements were gentle yet fluid, like a dance in the water, the long sword in her hand like a lively ripple, intercepting horizontally and vertically.

She used her inner power as a guide, redirecting her opponent’s sword tip, making Iwata Jiro’s long sword seem as though it had sunk into an invisible quagmire, often stabbing askew.

Every time Iwata Jiro exerted force, he felt his sword momentum being blocked by a soft yet resilient force, provoking a sense of irritation and shock within him. Taking advantage of the situation, Lin Wanqing pressed the attack, unleashing another move called ”Gentle Breeze Blowing.”

Her sword swung swiftly, the overlapping sword shadows resembling flowers swaying in a gentle breeze, dazzling and confusing the onlookers.

The sword shadows were indistinct, at times flickering like a phantom, at times transforming into a sharp killing move.

Iwata Jiro only saw a flash of sword light before him, unable to discern Lin Wanqing’s sword paths, forced to desperately wave his long sword in defense.

Sweat beaded on his forehead, a hint of fear revealed in his eyes, a rare emotion on the battlefield for him.

Iwata Jiro realized he was in a predicament and resolved to make a desperate gamble.

He unleashed the ultimate killing moves of the ”Fusang Swordsmanship” infused with ninjutsu, consecutively performing techniques like ”Giant Waves Crash,” ”Giant Ship Raises Sails,” and ”Dolphin Chases Waves.”

In an instant, his sword momentum surged like a rainbow, the sword tip pointing to Lin Wanqing’s acupoints like raindrops, with a whistling sound.

Each sword strike carried powerful force, tearing through the air, and even leaving shallow marks on the ground from the sword wind.

However, Lin Wanqing was fearless, her gaze firm and calm.

She grasped the essence of ”Longevity Swordsmanship,” overcoming hardness with softness, counterattacking after anticipating movements.

Despite being only nineteen years old, Lin Wanqing had been studying both literature and martial arts since childhood, possessing profound inner strength.

As the Young Master of Changsheng Castle, she had been renowned in the Liaodong Martial Arts scene for many years.

She deftly avoided Iwata Jiro’s assaults, using her profound inner power to release a barely perceptible invisible force, transforming it into ghostly blue mist to disrupt the enemy’s ninjutsu. Her movements were light and graceful, like a butterfly dancing.

While evading attacks, she continually searched for flaws in Iwata Jiro’s swordsmanship.

Finally, she noticed a slight disorder in Iwata Jiro’s breath after continuous execution of his ultimate moves, and his sword momentum also slowed somewhat.

A resolute gleam flashed in Lin Wanqing’s eyes, and she shouted fiercely, swiftly wielding her long sword, performing the ultimate strike of ”Longevity Swordsmanship”—the ”Cycle of Life and Death.”

Her sword shadows instantly enveloped Iwata Jiro, the shadows like invisible chains, tightly binding him.

In horror, Iwata Jiro’s eyes widened as he tried to evade, only to find himself seemingly immobilized.

”Puff!” With a dull sound, Lin Wanqing’s long sword pierced Iwata Jiro’s chest, the blood immediately staining his clothes red.

Iwata Jiro’s eyes were filled with unwillingness and despair, his body slowly falling, crashing heavily onto the ground, stirring up a cloud of dust.