My Gang of Swordsmen

Chapter 576: Chapter 186: The Deadly Duel Ends!

Just focused on dealing with Aoto’s Scythe Weasel, promptly leaned their body back, narrowly dodging Mukiwa’s kicking leg.

The hard flat sole of the wooden clogs brushed against the chest of the Scythe Weasel... making the chest burn with pain.

”Tsk...! Damn it!” Scythe Weasel clicked their tongue forcefully... Their previous composure was gone.

They glanced at Mukiwa beside them and then retracted their gaze, focusing most of their attention on Aoto.

Scythe Weasel’s heart beat like an alarm, a chilling sensation raced from their feet to the top of their head... their intuition told them: Compared to the red-clothed girl using fists and kicks, this suddenly bizarre swordsman was their greatest foe now!

”Uuwaaaaaaah!”

Screaming unwillingly, Scythe Weasel launched a fierce attack on Aoto, swinging their sword at high speed, the tip falling on Aoto like raindrops from a storm.

Aoto held their breath, focusing intently on Scythe Weasel... No, to be precise, focusing on the ”Qi Stream” on Scythe Weasel.

Previously, it was just suspicion... but Aoto now had certainty.

It’s guiding me...

These ”Qi Streams” were guiding him!

Guiding Aoto to foresee how the enemy would attack, and guiding him to respond to the enemy’s attack with precision!

Aoto took a deep breath, surrendering his entire mind and body to the ”Qi Streams”.

Under the guidance of the ”Qi Streams”, Aoto was like a dancer in a storm.

He dodged left, right, forward, backward... In the midst of such a ”storm”, yet no raindrop touched his body.

As he evaded these raindrops, his steps followed the shortest, most energy-efficient paths... making his movements like those of a dancer, with a unique rhythm.

No matter how they swung their sword or attacked, their sword couldn’t touch Aoto, who seemed to have suddenly acquired the superpower of ”Future Prediction”... This was vexing enough, and on top of that, there was Mukiwa constantly causing trouble.

Mukiwa’s punches and kicks were powerful, even for as strong as Scythe Weasel, who dared not let Mukiwa’s fists and feet touch their body.

Thus, Scythe Weasel could not completely ignore the threat posed by Mukiwa, having to allocate part of their focus to constantly monitor Mukiwa’s every movement.

If suddenly divinely aided Aoto made Scythe Weasel’s heart sprout impatience and irritation.

Then Mukiwa’s interference only fueled this impatience and irritation in Scythe Weasel’s heart.

Rapidly expanding feelings of irritation... began to show on Scythe Weasel’s face.

Sharply aware of the irritation between Scythe Weasel’s brows, Aoto slightly lowered his eyes, squinted them a little, and took a long ”hiss” of a breath.

—Not yet... just wait... a little longer...

Regarding how to defeat Scythe Weasel, Aoto had decided before suddenly releasing ”Momentum” and seeing the ”Qi Stream” emanating from Scythe Weasel — to deliver a fatal blow to Scythe Weasel using the ”Unconscious Sword”!

Aoto’s arms could no longer support large swings of the sword.

In the current physical state, the most powerful attack Aoto could muster was only thrusting.

Thrusting could leverage the momentum of the body’s forward motion, pressing the body’s weight against the tip of the blade, enhancing the thrust’s power. So compared to slashing, thrusting was a more user-friendly move for those with less strength... like the elderly, children, and women.

The Natural Reasoning Heart Stream’s Thrusting Skill: Unconscious Sword, coincidentally was also Aoto’s best move.

Mukiwa was responsible for assisting, focusing on attacking Scythe Weasel’s lower body to disrupt Scythe Weasel’s balance, while he was responsible for seizing the opportunity to deal a fatal blow to Scythe Weasel with the Unconscious Sword — above all, this was Aoto’s combat plan.

Now, Scythe Weasel was anxious, their mind no longer calm... This was certainly good news for Aoto and Mukiwa.

In a fierce life-or-death battle where the slightest mistake can lead to irrevocable disastrous consequences, whether or not one’s mind remains calm can directly affect whether you become the ”victorious survivor” or the ”defeated deceased”.

Given the remaining stamina... he could at most only use the Unconscious Sword once or twice.

Victory or defeat hinges entirely on the next attacks!

To not waste precious energy and to maximize their chances of winning, Aoto did not attack rashly.

He cautiously and continuously evaded Scythe Weasel’s attacks, persistently wearing down Scythe Weasel’s spirit, quietly waiting for the perfect opportunity to attack to arrive...

Aoto’s wait was not in vain.

The naturally irritable and impatient Scythe Weasel grew visibly more agitated by the second between their brows.

This agitation, finally bore bitter fruit!

”Uuwaaaaaaah!”

Eager to quickly finish off the elusive Aoto, Scythe Weasel impatiently swung another strike toward Aoto before the swing they had retracted could fully regain proper form.

Their haste to strike... made a small flaw appear in their previously flawless composed form.

And this flaw, happened to appear in Scythe Weasel’s lower body!

Following Aoto’s earlier instructions, Mukiwa, who had been focused on attacking Scythe Weasel’s lower body, had her beautiful eyes shine with a captivating gleam as she discovered the flaw Scythe Weasel finally revealed at that moment!

In no time, Mukiwa quickly spread her legs, pivoted on her left foot, and flung a fierce whip kick towards Scythe Weasel’s legs using her waist and legs!

At this moment, Scythe Weasel finally realized the basic mistake they made just moments ago.