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Although Mo Ming's words were sharp, it must be acknowledged that the idea of treating weapons like knives as friends is indeed correct. A true master’s love for their weapon is the continuous driving force behind their improvement.
The so-called unity of man and sword refers to those who are obsessed with their weapons achieving resonance with them. This is an academic term; the tacit understanding between a person and their sword means that the person's manipulation of the sword has reached a level where they can move freely and act according to their desires.
Yamamoto Kyouka has likely reached the stage of unity with his blade. His obsession with the sword has become frighteningly intense, and his swordsmanship is unmatched by few in this world; naturally, Mo Ming cannot compare.
"Your words have successfully angered me, fool! The knife is a friend, and you dare to insult it like this? Tonight, I will use your blood to honor my Autumn Rain Blade!" Yamamoto Kyouka danced with his dual blades, striking towards Mo Ming like a whirlwind.
"Tonight, I might just fall at Yamamoto Kyouka's hands. How infuriating! If it weren't for my excessive energy consumption, I would fight back; who knows who would lose!" Mo Ming felt immense pressure as Yamamoto Kyouka's dual sword technique was mesmerizing. Each strike was filled with power that could split a person in half with just one blow.
If it weren't for Mo Ming's reaction speed and attack speed being on par with Yamamoto Kyouka's, he wouldn't have been able to evade the fierce blades at all. However, this only led to greater physical exhaustion.
"Yamamoto Kyouka is truly obsessed with swords; these dual blades are already difficult to wield, yet he uses them with such finesse. His strength cannot be underestimated. My stamina is depleting too quickly, and my speed is limited. If this continues, I will definitely be outmatched by Yamamoto Kyouka!"
Mo Ming was secretly alarmed as he swiftly swung his blade to block one of Yamamoto Kyouka's strikes, but only managed to deflect one; the other blade came slicing through again.
The sound of clashing blades echoed through the silent wilderness—clang after clang—as sparks flew in the darkness.
"Hurry! Both of their sword skills have reached an incredibly terrifying level; even the leader's swordsmanship cannot match their ferocity and speed. Am I dreaming?" Shizuka Domoto watched in astonishment.
The duel between two top masters left him utterly shocked. This was the first time he had witnessed Yamamoto Kyouka's strength, and after just a glimpse, Shizuka Domoto realized that even their leader could not match the terror of Yamamoto Kyouka's blade.
"Shura, your sword is powerful but lacks emotion; how pitiful! See? This time I'll let you appreciate what true swordsmanship looks like for free!"
As a whirlwind slash came at him, Yamamoto Kyouka couldn't help but belittle Mo Ming. In terms of exquisite swordplay, he surpassed Mo Ming; however, Mo Ming's technique was not weak either. It was just that he treated the sword as merely a tool, which Yamamoto Kyouka found quite disgraceful.
An obsession with swords is simply an obsession; his love for them is his source of power.
"You bear no shame! Who told you my sword lacks emotion?" Mo Ming replied with a slight smile. "My sword contains all my feelings about wiping out you scoundrels! How could it possibly lack emotion?!"
"Hmph, what a ridiculous argument. Shura, tonight I will show you what a blade with emotion truly is!" As soon as the words left her mouth, Yamamoto Kyouka's blade became even more fierce, its speed so fast it was terrifying.
If it weren't for Mo Ming's keen eyes, he would have completely missed the elusive shadow of the blade. Just as Yamamoto Kyouka's sword was about to strike, Mo Ming hurriedly drew his own blade and retreated to the side. However, Yamamoto Kyouka relentlessly pursued him, launching a frenzied attack with both blades. Mo Ming had no choice but to continuously block with his sword.
Clang! Clang!
Indeed, Yamamoto Kyouka was a madman obsessed with his blades; his swordsmanship was unparalleled and far beyond Mo Ming's capabilities. After a series of intense clashes, he had successfully pinned Mo Ming down.
Mo Ming could no longer maintain his composure; a hint of worry flashed in his eyes. At this moment, he relied on his speed to fend off Yamamoto Kyouka's attacks, but his stamina was depleting rapidly, and he was gradually losing strength.
At this rate, Mo Ming knew he would inevitably lose. It was frustrating; even though he realized he couldn't hold out much longer, Yamamoto Kyouka's attacks were too swift and relentless, leaving him no opportunity to catch his breath.
"Shura, do you see now? This is the true power of swordsmanship! You simply don't understand that a blade has consciousness, Baka!" Yamamoto Kyouka shouted fiercely.
Mo Ming replied calmly, "I feel nothing."
This statement was meant to provoke Yamamoto Kyouka. When people are enraged, they often leave themselves open to mistakes. If Yamamoto Kyouka lost his temper, Mo Ming would have the chance to exploit his flaws and deliver a fatal blow.
In a duel between masters, just one move could determine life or death.
"Hmph, your mouth is quite tough," Yamamoto Kyouka scoffed without falling for the bait. "Fine then, four strikes. If I cannot harm you even once with four strikes, I will let you go. Once I, Yamamoto Kyouka, make a promise, it is unbreakable!"
"Haha... Yamamoto Kyouka, you are indeed arrogant! I want to see how your four strikes fare!" Mo Ming smiled slightly; as long as he relied on his speed to evade Yamamoto Kyouka's attacks, he could escape safely. He had complete faith in the promise of a master swordsman—especially one obsessed with blades.
However, Shizuka Domoto beside them was going crazy and shouted, "Yamamoto Kyouka, you fool! Stop being so arrogant! Don't you realize how fast that kid can dodge? If you lose, I want to see how you'll explain it to the leader!"
"Hmph! Spare me your useless chatter," Yamamoto Kyouka retorted disdainfully. "Four strikes are more than enough for him; adding another would be an insult to me. Shura, cherish this time without pain because soon enough, you will bleed."
Mo Ming smiled lightly and said, "Your blade is strong; I must admit that. But if I want to dodge, you won't be able to touch me."
"Ha ha... I know your speed is impressive, but I also know that after the recent battle, you've already exhausted quite a bit of energy. I think you can't exert your full strength anymore; your speed has slowed down considerably, hasn't it?" Yamamoto Kyouka said with a calm smile. "Let me guess, how much longer can you hold on?"
"One strike?" Yamamoto Kyouka swung down.
Mo Ming's eyes flashed with surprise; Yamamoto Kyouka was indeed correct. His current lack of stamina had severely limited his speed. The strike came straight at him, and he could only raise his blade to block it.
However, Yamamoto Kyouka's strength was immense, and Mo Ming was directly knocked back.
"Two strikes?" Yamamoto Kyouka stepped forward, the second strike becoming even more terrifying, both in power and speed compared to the first.
Mo Ming still couldn't evade Yamamoto Kyouka's second strike. He swung his blade to block again, but it was becoming increasingly difficult, and worry crept onto his face: "I can't dodge it; I still can't dodge it. Yamamoto Kyouka's swordsmanship is not only fierce but also unpredictable. Dual blades should be clumsy and hard to master, yet Yamamoto Kyouka wields them as if they were nothing."
"Shura, what's wrong? Can't hold on any longer?" Yamamoto Kyouka sneered. "Where did your arrogance go just now? Kid, don't tell me you don't understand anything about attacking aside from defending."
"I'm not injured yet; it's only the second strike! Don't worry, I can still hold on," Mo Ming insisted defiantly, though he knew deep down that he wouldn't be able to last much longer. After all, he had already expended too much energy earlier and was now merely holding on.
Yamamoto Kyouka wore a dismissive smile as she charged up for another strike. Mo Ming quickly raised his blade to block it, but Yamamoto Kyouka's other blade was already upon him. Realizing this too late, Mo Ming hurriedly tried to retreat.
Unfortunately, he was a moment too slow; Yamamoto Kyouka's blade had already sliced through his chest. The wound wasn't deep, but Mo Ming felt a piercing pain. It happened so quickly that Shizuka Domoto beside them didn't even realize what had transpired.
"Yamamoto Kyouka is indeed formidable. Although I've heard about his strength before, this is the first time I've witnessed it firsthand—fast and terrifying!" Shizuka Domoto exclaimed in astonishment. "With this level of skill, I doubt I could last more than a few exchanges against him."
"How about that? Four strikes in, and you're already injured. It seems my promise is void now; today, you must come with me," Yamamoto Kyouka said with a slight smile. "This strike will serve as your tattoo; what do you think? Does it look good?"
Mo Ming reached up to touch his chest, finding his hand covered in blood. The pain in his chest made him furrow his brow slightly, yet a smile crept onto his lips as he replied, "Not bad; Yamamoto Kyouka's swordsmanship is indeed extraordinary. I admit I'm not your match; it seems today I can't escape."
"As long as you understand," Yamamoto Kyouka said seriously. "That last strike was merely to spare your life; otherwise, you would have been dead without question. Behave and come back with me; you might live a little longer. Otherwise, even if I don't kill you, you'll bleed out."
Mo Ming remained unafraid and replied lightly, "Is there really no other choice?"
"Yes!" Yamamoto Kyouka narrowed her eyes and said, "That means death, but I don't want you to die because my mission is to bring you back alive. That's why I've been playing with you until now."
"The Mad Blade is indeed mad. Today, with your ambush, I can't escape," Mo Ming laughed heartily and said, "But... you probably won't be able to complete your mission. I, Mo Ming, can do anything, but if you want me to surrender, that's not going to happen. Yamamoto Kyouka, make your move!"
"Do you want to keep fighting?" Yamamoto Kyouka raised an eyebrow and said, "Aren't you afraid of death? If you keep your life, there might still be hope. If you die, then you'll truly have nothing."
"You rely on that hope to stay alive until now, right? Death? I'm not afraid!" Mo Ming sneered and said, "If I were afraid of death, I wouldn't be a Shura. Yamamoto Kyouka, if you want to capture me alive and take me back, that's probably impossible. Today, it's either you die or I perish!"
"You have some spirit, but that doesn't guarantee anything." Yamamoto Kyouka pulled out two small white balls from her pocket and said, "Shura, I won't kill you today, but I must take you back. Shizuka Domoto, get out of my way!"
Upon hearing this, Shizuka Domoto quickly stepped aside.
Mo Ming's expression changed in surprise. Just as he was about to react, the white balls in Yamamoto Kyouka's hand smashed onto the ground around him, and a cloud of white mist immediately enveloped him.
"Damn it, what is this stuff?" Mo Ming had already stopped breathing under the white mist but still felt weak all over. His consciousness gradually faded away, and his body went limp as he collapsed to the ground.
"This stuff only takes effect when it comes into contact with your wounds. Shura, I told you I would bring you back," Yamamoto Kyouka walked into the mist and hoisted Mo Ming onto her shoulder before leaving with Shizuka Domoto.
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