My Gang of Swordsmen

Chapter 575: Chapter 186: Death Match Concluded! [Explosive Update 10,000 Words]

”Damn...!”

Scythe Weasel cursed softly, raising his arms to steady his beloved sword.

He forcibly suppressed the slight fear in his heart with his willpower, a mocking smile reappearing on his cheeks.

——Does putting on a fearless, battle-ready look really make you stronger? I want to see what tricks you can pull!

In the eyes of Scythe Weasel, Aoto and Mukiwa, who were charging at him from the left and right, were merely rushing to their deaths.

——Watch Laozi wipe you all out in one go!

Scythe Weasel slowly lowered his blade, assuming his favorite lower rank stance.

However, in the next second... no! In that very instant! An unbelievable scene unfolded within this space, happening upon Aoto.

An invisible Qi Field erupted from Aoto like explosive lava and then surged at Scythe Weasel with overwhelming momentum!

The mocking smile vanished from Scythe Weasel’s face.

At this moment, under the pressure of this invisible Qi Field, Scythe Weasel felt his heart skip a beat, his breathing became rapid, and his pupils contracted to pinpoints as if unfocused.

This feeling... this invisible Qi Field... Scythe Weasel was all too familiar with it.

He often sensed this invisible power, which he had yet to reach, from that annoying Rakshasa, the mad Yoshitsune, and Lord Ōtakemaru.

”’Momentum’...?”

In extreme shock, Scythe Weasel’s soul temporarily left his body, and his soulless body unconsciously murmured the name of this power.

Just as this unconscious murmur fell, Scythe Weasel suddenly felt the light before him dim—a pair of eyes, seemingly housing flames within, were mere inches away from him.

Aoto had arrived!

Scythe Weasel’s soul hurriedly returned to his body, instinctively swinging his sword at the eyes so close to him.

Another unbelievable scene descended upon this space once more.

Just as Scythe Weasel’s will and strength transmitted to the sword, and as it was about to swing out, Aoto seemed to predict the swing, anticipating its direction, and sidestepped left in advance.

He dodged Scythe Weasel’s strike without a fraction more or less.

Scythe Weasel’s pupils shrank to pinpoints once again in shock.

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Scythe Weasel frequently showed expressions of astonishment from his excessive shock... and so did Aoto, for that matter.

Upon witnessing the streams of ”Qi Stream” emanating from Scythe Weasel, immense shock stirred and surged within Aoto’s heart.

He had seen it again... this peculiar ”Qi Stream.”

What made Aoto’s heart race with disbelief wasn’t just the sight of the peculiar ”Qi Stream” again.

In that single instant, Aoto’s body and mind suddenly entered a strange state.

It felt as if something within him was breaking and dissolving, then merging into his spirit.

This was an indescribable unique sensation, impossible to explain to others in concrete terms.

At that moment, without anyone informing him or reminding him, Aoto instinctively knew he had released ”Momentum!”

Aoto clearly felt the imperceptible ”Momentum” surge out from inside him, pressing toward Scythe Weasel!

Mukiwa by his side couldn’t help but slightly turn her face, her beautiful eyes wide, gazing at Aoto. Her gaze appeared to witness an indescribable wonder—she too sensed the ”Momentum” suddenly released from Aoto.

The two life-and-death opponents displayed expressions of shock simultaneously—a somewhat comical scene that didn’t last very long.

With his soul back to his body and regaining composure before anyone else, Scythe Weasel swung his lower rank sword at Aoto. The wind of murder stirred by the swinging blade dispersed the comical air, returning Aoto and Mukiwa’s expressions to those of facing formidable enemies seriously.

Scythe Weasel and his sword moved... the ”Qi Stream” on him also began to shake violently in tandem.

At that moment, another peculiar sensation emerged from Aoto’s heart.

Like the instinctive action of blinking or swallowing food... upon seeing the ”Qi Stream” shaking on Scythe Weasel, a thought flickered through Aoto’s mind—this guy aims for my left side, step half a pace left, dodge in this direction to be safest.

In the next instant, Aoto’s body followed his heart! His body instinctively retreated half a step left to the safety zone his mind had determined.

Immediately afterward, Scythe Weasel’s sword edge brushed past his body... Aoto’s dodging distance and effort in retreat were neither excessive nor insufficient, just precisely avoiding Scythe Weasel’s slash.

Scythe Weasel, his expression slightly changed, quickly adjusted his blade for a second strike toward Aoto.

——He’s aiming for my left shoulder... dodge backward to the right...

The exact same scene played out again—Aoto evaded Scythe Weasel’s sword with movements as precise as unbelievable.

At this point, Scythe Weasel’s face changed completely.

Merely dodging his sword didn’t surprise him.

But Aoto’s peculiar performance, as though he could ”predict the future,” as if knowing his attack patterns to dodge in advance, and with such precision... left Scythe Weasel utterly unable to maintain his composure!

Whoosh—! At this moment, with a gust in her step, Mukiwa’s leg kicked over!

——Damn it! I forgot there was another person here!