My Gang of Swordsmen

Chapter 550: Chapter 181: 1 vs 67! The Final Battle with the Anti-foreigner Group!

Clang!

Clang!

Clang!

Clang!

Aoto swiftly swung his sword, the wind pressure from the blade forming a dense and impenetrable ”wind wall”! With the piercing sound of ”clang clang clang,” the slashes of these four enemies were all deflected.

Then, in the next instant, the ”wind wall” expanded outward!

Whoosh!

A ”hurricane” like a winter cold wave swept towards these four Samurai.

Ordinary wind only carries away a person’s warmth, but this ”hurricane” directly took away the life of one of the four Samurai, his entire face slashed diagonally, turning his features into a blur.

Just as Aoto was about to continue swinging his sword, aiming the ”hurricane” born from the spinning blade towards the other three, he suddenly heard several sharp sounds of wind breaking from his left and right.

Without even looking where the sounds came from, Aoto instinctively leaned backward with force, stepping back.

Just as Aoto moved away, several steel swords cleaved through the air where he had been standing.

Missing their target... These restless attackers gritted their teeth, turning the direction of their blades towards the retreating Aoto.

They exerted enough strength to cut Aoto’s body in half and speed to draw silver-white lines from their swords, yet Aoto managed to leap away with even greater speed.

Jumping to his rear-right, Aoto raised Ghost-Slaying high above his head in an Upper Rank stance, using the gravity from landing to slice a certain bald-headed enemy. Since it was a casual swing, he didn’t hit a vital spot, leaving only a horrifying wound on the bald head’s left shoulder.

”Aaaaaaaah! Celestial Punishment!”

Aoto had just steadied his feet on the ground when a brawny man wielding a short spear attacked.

Clang!

Aoto slightly tilted his body, precisely striking the spearhead diagonally, forcibly altering the spear’s trajectory.

As the gunman was stunned by Aoto’s precise defense, Aoto’s blade slid smoothly down the spear handle, sparks flying from the metal shaft. The sharp slash landed on the gunman’s face, blood and flesh obscuring his features, making it hard to distinguish his eyes, nose, and mouth.

Effortlessly dispatching the gunman, Aoto drew the Wakizashi from the gunman’s waist, re-entering the Dual Swordsmanship mode... then swiftly exited.

Aoto swung his left arm in a circular motion, the Wakizashi he had just taken flying from his arm, cutting horizontally through everyone’s view, heading towards some ugly creature that would make anyone exclaim, ”Human eyes shouldn’t be placed there!”

The creature’s appearance was unbearably ugly, but his skills were decent. Faced with the suddenly flying Wakizashi, though his expression was frantic, his movements were calm and agile, timely jumping aside to evade the airborne Wakizashi.

But... his leap put someone behind him in peril.

”Aaaaaaaah! My, my hand!”

The Wakizashi impaled the left upper arm of someone behind the creature, the wound wasn’t deep or fatal, but it was extremely painful.

Aoto hadn’t expected the casually thrown Wakizashi to cause significant harm; just disrupting the surrounding enemies was satisfactory.

In the blink of an eye, two more Samurai attacked from east to west, closing in on Aoto from left and right.

The power of ”Lone Brave,” the dynamic vision of ”Eagle Eye,” the reaction speed and brain processing speed of ”Gathering Spirit,” the explosive lower limb strength of ”Take the Lead,” the spatial awareness of ”See Through”... these talents combined and interacted, making it impossible for the members of the Anti-foreigner Group to keep up with Aoto’s dodging speed.

In the blink of an eye, Aoto’s form disappeared from the eyes of these two Samurai—using astonishing explosive strength, he stepped swiftly forward, dodging two steps beyond these Samurai.

At this moment, new enemies appeared.

The new opponent seemed as silent as Aoto about speaking during combat. His weapon was two reverse-gripped Wakizashi.

Silently and with extreme speed, he swung the twin blades simultaneously, hoping to disrupt Aoto’s attacking rhythm and suppress him with dense sword shadows.

Hiss...

Thin, fog-like white mist exhaled from Aoto’s slightly parted lips. Calm and composed, he raised his sword and assumed his favored Kasumi Stance.

”Wind” and ”light” gathered in a single breath on this double-sword user’s body!

Clang! Clang!

Those sword shadows were rebounded by Aoto’s powerful strike that gathered all his strength! With two consecutive swings of Ghost-Slaying, he broke the twin swords in this opponent’s hands! Aoto, seizing this fierce attacking momentum, stepped forward half a step, slicing through the opponent’s body who fell to the ground without even a groan.

”Damn! You... cough! Ugh!”

The two from before rushed closer, ready to attack Aoto again, when suddenly, one of them coughed violently a few times, and then vomited a large mouthful of blood—at the instant he was still cursing, a shimmering arc sliced horizontally through his stomach.

”You still have strength... ff! Cough, cough!”

The remaining person was amazed at how Aoto remained so formidable, and without pause, Aoto dealt a fatal blow, thrusting Ghost-Slaying into his chest, piercing his left lung.