Chapter 602

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Chapter 602: Too Noisy!!

First floor of the mall.

"Damn, what’s wrong with you, woman!"

Li Qizong swung his sword, creating countless sparks. With each clash, his anger grew, "I don’t have time for this, leave me alone!"

The sword energy burst forth.

Yagyū Simozi was forced back by a ring-shaped sword beam, smashing into a shop and hitting a clothes display cabinet.

Li Qizong was about to leave, but then saw Yagyū Simozi flying back again.

"You won’t get away! If you don’t leave now, I’ll even kill you!"

He roared and swung his sword, but suddenly saw Yagyū Simozi raise her right hand and pull out a big treasure from behind.

It was a baseball bat, the top-tier Key of Gods.

She found it in the shop just now. Though not as powerful as a divine weapon, it had been strengthened with true energy, making it harder. When she hit Li Qizong’s mysterious sword with it due to its weight advantage, she pressed it down.

Yagyū Simozi directly started using two swords, one blade and one baseball bat, unleashing a Starburst Airflow. She kept slashing wildly with continuous bursts of true energy, pushing her sword speed to the limit. This was the sword technique she had developed, focusing on speed and continuity. Yagyū Simozi’s endurance couldn’t match Hokusinn Kichyō’s godly strength, so the fights often turned into a scrape rather than a battle.

Is scraping useless then? Not necessarily. As long as it’s done fast enough, it could even turn from scraping to cutting bone.

The ultra-fast sword speed and dual weapons transformed into continuous slashes, similar to Musashi Miyamoto’s style, but in reality, they had significant differences.

Musashi’s double sword style relied on brute strength to overwhelm his opponents, using sheer force instead of fancy moves. He fought with violence and power, swinging his swords wildly without hesitation. Pure strength was more effective than any technique, like a spinning windmill with no stopping, attacking and defending from all angles without any weakness.

Unlike Musashi, Yagyū Simozi didn’t have the physical condition to rely on brute strength or build bulky muscles. Her strategy was speed, making precise and minimal movements to make her attacks faster. She even increased the flow of her inner energy to achieve the utmost speed in her strikes, risking early exhaustion of her energy.

Yagyū Simozi’s sword style was a risky strategy of all-out attack with no retreat. Slowing down her sword speed or pausing between strikes meant exhaustion, defeat, or even death. Bai Wei couldn’t teach this style as he didn’t share this martial arts philosophy.

Yagyū Simozi’s swordsmanship was based on Yagyū Shinmyō-ryū, focusing on strengths and weaknesses to develop her unique style. Her aggressive fighting style suited her preferences and abilities.

The risky half-life strategy had a method in its madness, but Yagyū Simozi was still trying to fully grasp the teachings of Yagyū.

Yagyū Simozi’s rapid and continuous strikes resulted in many ineffective attacks, showing her limitations. When facing the skilled Hokusinn Kichyō, she could take risks, but against Li Qizong, she had to be cautious in her attack choices. Her strikes were easily countered, leading her to pause and catch her breath.

Li Qizong’s sword energy danced wildly, his mysterious blade covered in bloody thorns thirsting for blood.

The two clashed again, their fierce strikes meeting in a battle of wills.

Both could predict each other’s moves, but Li Qizong had the advantage in strength and speed.

Li Qizong is a talented sword fighter at the Great Ming Academy Palace. He learned different sword techniques from famous masters, but he was proud and didn’t want to study deeply. He wanted to create his own style, so he became good at everything but didn’t truly understand the essence. His skill level stayed at a beginner’s level for a long time. The mysterious sword he had gave him a chance to become stronger, even though his understanding was not profound. As long as he had strong attributes, he could win.

If Yagyū Simozi’s sword skills were fast, Li Qizong’s moves were fierce.

Each of Li Qizong’s moves was filled with powerful force. Normal fighters couldn’t recklessly waste energy, or they would run out of strength in about thirty rounds. Even taking a break wouldn’t help regain the exhausted power.

Li Qizong’s weapon’s mystery allowed each of his sword strikes to cover a distance of more than ten meters. It was like a magical black curry stick with endless power, a never-ending sweet-scented sword. He swung it randomly around.

Yagyū Simozi had to keep close to fight with her sword, as stepping back would expose her to his sword strikes. The thorn-like sword strikes crawled along the ground and seemed to have a life of their own, even curving to sneak attack her heels.

As the battle turned even more unfavorable, Simozi was forced to retreat again. After being struck by a sword and crashing into the ceiling of a floor, she fell into a pool filled with bubbles meant for kids to play in. Lying in the pool, she had to catch her breath once more, for the fifth time.

After the fifth breath-catching moment, Yagyū Simozi felt her condition worsening rapidly. Recovering energy during battle took time, and the depletion of energy couldn’t be immediately solved by catching a breath. It was like a person pushing themselves to exhaustion then resting for a few hours. Even if they resumed exercising, they wouldn’t be able to maintain the same level of energy as before. It was a process destined for decline.

The sword strikes tore through the toy pool she was in, and the rubber inflatable bubbles rolled away like flowing water. Yagyū Simozi raised her hand, using her blood and sweat-soaked palm to push aside the strands of hair on her forehead.

"You’re strong, but not enough… Because of your delay, Bai Xinghui might have already escaped," Li Qizong said in frustration. "I have to kill you to make up for the losses."

Bai Xinghui stood in the elevator moving slowly downwards, saying, "Who ran away! Turtle grandson, dare to come up and I’ll beat you up!"

If she didn’t have to protect the other two, she would have come down to help earlier, but it seemed that Yagyū didn’t want her to help at all.

Bai Xinghui thought Yagyū Simozi did a great job pushing Li Qizong to this point. Li Qizong relied on top-notch equipment, like starting the game with a fully stacked killer sword. It was impressive already if he didn’t die against the opponent.

Bai Xinghui stood on the second floor, less than thirty meters away, saying, "You did a good job, now let me…"

Yagyū Simozi swung her sword and cut off the glass counter next to her, gritting her teeth.

Too noisy!

He’s my prey! Don’t interfere!

She was so angry that she started speaking in her hometown dialect.

Bai Xinghui paused, then turned aside, saying, "I won’t care if you cry after being hit… that’s why it’s hard to communicate with minors."

She didn’t think Yagyū Simozi had any way to turn the tide, and the next move could still be a matter of life or death.

So, what’s the reality then?

Of course, not at all. One minute on stage requires ten years of practice offstage. All strength comes from countless rehearsals. A moment of inspiration is just one percent, but seizing that inspiration requires ninety-nine percent of hard work. Often, having ideas alone is not enough. Therefore, breaking through in a critical moment is rare, and winning against a stronger opponent is a kind of miracle. In most cases, it’s not about winning against a stronger opponent, but the stronger always getting stronger. The more battles, the faster the upgrade. In the end, the footsteps of genius are beyond reach, leaving others as supporting characters or footnotes in their stories.

Yagyū Simozi indeed had no cards left to play. She had already given her all, but still couldn’t reach the level just beyond her grasp.

It’s not a mere piece of paper, but a solid wall. She needed a certain power to help her break through this wall. Relying solely on her own insight, training, or even the imminent danger and oppression nearby, is still far from enough.

Her older brother once said, the more you kill, the stronger you become. Is it because she has killed too few, so she can’t progress further?

She had tried hard to put herself in a real crisis, yet still felt… is this all?

Perhaps, this method doesn’t suit her. She’s not the type to break through under pressure alone. Having experienced too many life-and-death situations in her mind, she no longer fears death. Her emotions are too muted, unable to quicken her blade. She needs a different kind of pressure, motivation, and emotions to drive her blade…

What other emotions, what kind of emotions could there be?

Perhaps, only this one remains.

Yagyū Simozi glanced sideways, facing a great enemy, but her mind wandered.

"Dare to lose focus! You are courting death!" Li Qizong stepped forward and dove down, gathering a powerful force with his sword to strike at Yagyū Simozi’s neck. With all his strength, he unleashed a blow that contained thirty years of training!

However, Yagyū Simozi raised her sword and simply took a few stumbling steps back. Her shoulder was pierced by thorns, and blood stained her clothes, but her gaze didn’t turn to Li Qizong. Instead, she looked towards a bridal shop on the first floor of the mall, where Western wedding gowns and traditional Chinese wedding attire were displayed behind transparent glass windows.

She glanced for a moment, fleeting like a shooting star, then another glance felt like eternity.

She let out a slow sigh, "Ah…"

Her gaze vacant, limbs weak, she lifted her head and brandished her sword.

As their blades met, blood spurted from Li Qizong’s hand, striking the trash can once again, blending perfectly with the garbage.