Chapter 603

Our Discord Server: https://discord.gg/PazjBDkTmW

Chapter 603: Lament, Wedding Attire

Yagyū Simozi looked very bad, like someone who worked for 48 hours without sleep, turning into a machine just typing on a keyboard, looking tired, with empty eyes, stiff movements, like a lost soul.

In this extreme emptiness, a sense of terror was quickly overflowing from the deepest part of her body, from the empty depths of her eyes.

In this state, she showed no signs of aggression, not because the aggression disappeared, but because it collapsed inwardly.

She actually did a very simple thing, releasing the negative emotions stored in her heart.

What is the biggest difference between intelligent life and animals?

It’s emotions, or rather, sensibility.

Emotions contain unlimited energy, they can resonate with mysteries and with worldly rules.

Insight itself is power, it is a realm. Not everyone has insights, but everyone has emotions.

Various emotions like sorrow, joy, disappointment, pain, anger, resentment… a wide range of emotions.

Choosing one emotion from such a big mix to be the strength and direction often means picking the emotion you least want to deal with, fear the most, but it is also the richest and deliberately ignored emotion.

It symbolizes not a person’s success, but their own vulnerability, the fact they don’t want to face, the fear they don’t want to understand.

Overcoming and facing fear makes a person stronger.

Although that’s true, if you can’t overcome it, you’ll be consumed by the huge fear that has already accumulated.

What is the most reluctant fact Yagyū Simozi has to accept?

Is it the early death of her parents? Is it being forced to leave her hometown?

Is it her dedication to kendo, her commitment to her parents’ wishes?

Is it the fear of failing her parents, or the doubt about her own talents?

Even though these are really bad things, she… doesn’t really care very much because she has endured all this pain, never backing down once.

There was only one thing she really didn’t want to face.

So she looked at the shop window, looked at the beautiful wedding dresses, looked at the reflection of herself in the broken mirror.

Overwhelming emotions spilled out, uncontrollable, not wanting to control, unable to control…

Yagyū Simozi clenched her teeth, making sounds of pain.

She couldn’t suppress the urge in her heart, because she thought of a possibility, that is… her older brother was getting married, but the bride was not her.

This was the thing she feared the most.

Her brother could be useless, could become a wreck, or turn into someone terrible… it didn’t matter. Yagyū Simozi had enough confidence that even if her brother became like that, she could stay with him forever.

Even if her brother disappeared, went missing, she would do everything to find him, bring him back even if he died, she would do everything to bring him back to life, even if she had to sacrifice everything, even if she had to give her soul to miracles.

What she couldn’t accept the most was not losing him because if she lost him, she could find him again; but being abandoned, she would never be able to go back.

Her older brother was like a pillar for her heart, and with him by her side, Yagyū Simozi had the chance, the drive, and the confidence to pursue her own life.

Not even death could separate them, but she couldn’t bear the thought of being abandoned by her brother, being left behind by him.

Just thinking about it stirred up endless sorrow in her heart, turning into purple flames that burned fiercely.

And so her sword also began to blaze with purple fire, a fire that felt icy cold to the touch.

Cold was the right word.

Her heart was cold, and even the blood seeping from her wounds felt chill.

Sorrow.

Sighing with regret, feeling resentment.

Sighing meant unwillingness to let go; resentment meant feelings of unwillingness and injustice.

Yagyū Simozi really wished she could have a cooler insight, because she felt like she was too young to understand big things.

Her life has been short so far, she hasn’t seen much but she cares a lot about her family and loved ones. Home is her favorite place, where she always wants to go back to.

What you believe in shapes who you are, and having a big heart makes a difference.

Bai Wei has learned a lot and is very wise. He has achieved many things in his life, gaining respect and power. Yagyū Simozi, in comparison, is still learning and growing.

The wall in front of her disappeared, leaving only a piece of paper.

To break through this paper, she had to sacrifice a life that wasn’t very valuable.

A dangerous criminal, with a long list of crimes… fits the bill.

Yagyū Simozi swung her sword, "Tsukiyo-ken" Muramasa, and it didn’t shine gently like moonlight. The purple light from the blade was beautiful yet cold and sad.

Li Qizong pulled out half of a butt from the garbage can and roared, "Give me a break!"

With a swift stroke, the sword broke through the blade’s energy and struck towards Yagyū Simozi’s forehead.

Yagyū Simozi agilely approached Li Qizong, dodging the sword strike effortlessly. She flicked her fingers and glass shards flew out, grazing Li Qizong and drawing three small cuts. This only made Li Qizong angrier.

Yagyū Simozi suddenly closed in on Li Qizong, grabbing the killer sword with her left hand and thrusting the blade towards Li Qizong’s chest. Li Qizong thought she was getting more aggressive with each attack, so he pulled out his sword to block hers.

The sword spun in the air, cutting through Li Qizong’s clothes and grazing his body. However, the thorn-like sword strike from Yagyū Simozi deflected it, sending it back to her hand. Undeterred, she continued her assault.

Unlike before, Yagyū Simozi’s speed had slightly decreased, but her attacks were still relentless. Each strike left a shallow wound on Li Qizong, slowly wearing him down.

Observing Simozi’s energy flow with the sword technique, one would notice that her energy, enhanced by the sword intent, was not only fast but also light. The wounds she inflicted were shallow, but the cold intent attached to the sword energy caused Li Qizong’s body temperature to drop rapidly.

As Li Qizong tried to overpower Yagyū Simozi with force, his usual strategy of using powerful sword strikes and limitless energy for offense and defense was no longer effective due to Yagyū Simozi’s speed.

Too fast.

With each new move, Li Qizong struggled to defend against Yagyū Simozi’s swift and precise strikes. While he was able to defend against her attacks before, now her strikes felt relentless and penetrating. Yagyū Simozi’s movements seemed weightless, effortlessly evading Li Qizong’s defenses and landing blow after blow.

One sword quicker than another, one sword stronger than another!

The preceding sword chasing the following sword, different trajectories, same destination, the sword light divides and converges, like raindrops forming strings on the roof.

Li Qizong realized he had no way to fight back completely after retreating fifty steps in a row. He thought he could break the opponent’s continuous strikes as long as he seized the opportunity, thought that the opponent would stop once their breath ran out, but no, it continued endlessly, the lamenting sword intent adding up heavily, the sword seemed to have no end, no mountaintop, but a tide of repetitions, the following wave pushing the front wave.

He couldn’t erupt because he couldn’t find the opportunity, defense, defense, still defense, bowing to withstand hits, huddling to protect head, if there were signs of Langton and thorn armor, he would definitely put them on without hesitation.

If this goes on, I’ll really be scraped to death alive.

Not far away, Bai Xinghui widened her eyes, starting to count from the moment Yagyū Simozi swung her sword at Diwu. She was already silently calculating to the thirtieth second, yet the sword movements continued incessantly, the sword intent stacking back and forth.

At the fortieth second, the shimmering purple blade was able to shake the blood-red thorns, piercing into Li Qizong’s back and opening a ten-centimeter long wound.

At ten seconds, the light on the blade was no longer bright, not even showing traces of burning, the sword became even more terrifying, the Grandmaster’s protective vigor in front of the blade was cut and shattered, the mysterious sword suppressed unable to lift its head.

At nineteen seconds, the purple light on her blade also went from dim to deep, shifting from deep purple to pitch-black, completely losing any hint of purple, turning into a realm of profound lamenting sword intent grown to its peak.

Then, at the sixtieth second, she paused for a moment.

Li Qizong waited for a long time, this was his chance, a mistake from the other side, just a brief pause, but it was the opportunity he needed to wait for!

If this continuous growth continues for ten seconds, fifteen seconds, even if Li Qizong is a true grandmaster, he will completely be unable to block this strike and will definitely die!

In the final moment, he will not let it slip away, he raised the mysterious sword, ready to thrust forward.

What he didn’t expect was that this strike after the short pause was even faster than before.

Continuous and connected, unified as one, when this kind of sword technique accumulates to its peak, it is like a dam bursting, absolutely unstoppable by human force.

It may not look fancy at all, but it is extremely deadly, with one strike falling, accompanied by a light sigh, without any grandeur, only the flash of the blade.

Li Qizong’s eyes widened as he watched his sword being cut off, saw the blade sliding towards his forehead, then his vision turned black, his life ended, the computer shut down.

Yagyū Simozi staggered back slightly, hitting a stone pillar before barely regaining balance, the condensed sword intent on the village sword began to dissipate from the tip of the blade, black cherry blossoms scattered in the air, disappearing upon landing.

Bai Xinghui appeared close by and gazed at the pretty black cherry blossoms, but hesitated to approach, "What is this move called?"

Yagyū Simozi let go of her hand, allowing the "Tsukiyo-ken" Muramasa to pierce the ground. She had just thought of a name, "Let’s call it… Bridal Veil."