The author went for a nucleic acid test last night, which took quite a bit of ti, significantly reducing his writing ti... Although he gave it his all, he only managed to write 7600 words (Leopard head crying.jpg)
Really a rapid slap in the face... Just yesterday, he said he’d finish this part of the story at the pace of writing ten thousand words a day, only to backtrack today...
I’m going to redeem myself! Tomorrow I’ll make up for the missing 2000 words! A burst of 12,000 words tomorrow!
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Aoto still hasn’t figured out what these suddenly appearing "Qi Streams" in front of him are all about.
But inexplicably, upon seeing these "Qi Streams", Aoto experienced an indescribable sense of familiarity and warmth.
These "Qi Streams" dancing across the battlefield gathered around Yamada, and upon seeing this scene, a powerful voice echoed incessantly in Aoto’s ears:
As long as that guy is still alive, the enemies here still have a chance to turn things around.
Go after that person!
After leading Saito into the enemy camp, Aoto’s goal has been very clear.
He’s not aimlessly striking out and rushing around.
Nor is it to further exacerbate the chaos among the enemy ranks!
It is to take down Yamada, who’s at the center of the "Qi Stream"!
Since breaking into the enemy lines, Aoto has been intentionally approaching Yamada in a "circular maneuver".
Right now—Aoto estimated his distance from Yamada to be roughly 200 ters.
This distance... is enough!
Seeing the timing was ripe, Aoto no longer pretended—he directly pivoted and launched a straight charge at Yamada!
In the enemy ranks, which were further deteriorated in order by the fierce battle between Saito and Aoto, it was no longer feasible to obstruct the now invincible Aoto and Saito.
Wherever Aoto directs his path, all obstacles are crushed!
And Oomura and others at this mont began to support Aoto.
Upon seeing Aoto charging at Yamada, Oomura finally realized what Aoto was intending to do.
"You brave lad...trying to mimic Sanada Yukimura, aren’t you..." Oomura couldn’t help but click his tongue.
After a brief mont of shock, a streak of an excited grin appeared on Oomura’s cheeks.
Aoto’s daring move of charging through the enemy lines, trampling all in his way, and directly striking at the commanders fascinated Oomura as a fellow martial artist, he couldn’t help but feel thrilled.
"Go for it! Make a powerful surge and crush them!" Oomura, ignoring his hoarse throat, shouted once more to his companions beside him, leading the charge with his sword and taking down two enemies ahead.
Oomura led his subordinates to launch a new round of all-out assault against the surrounding enemies, helping Aoto attract a great deal of enemies and firepower.
A pristine white snowflake fell onto Yamada’s right hand—yet Yamada felt no chill.
For at this mont, upon seeing Aoto charging towards him, his limbs turned colder than the snowflakes.
Almost without a second thought—Yamada lifted his Tachi and fled instantly!
Yamada knew well the limits of his capabilities: he barely learned any martial arts!
Facing these two creatures who butchered his countless companions like cutting lons—how many lives does he have?!
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At this mont—
The "Main Array" of the Anti-foreigner Group—
The thirty "Reserve Team" mbers left by Mogami at the "Main Array" exchanged eye-contact with expressions of shock and panic.
Situated on a high slope with good visuals, they clearly realized—apparently, they were going to lose...
Although the distance was a bit far, they could still see: their companions who were fighting at the frontline were becoming increasingly chaotic.
The mbers of the "Reserve Team" subconsciously looked at... Mogami who stood in front of them.
At this mont, Mogami didn’t show any excess expression.
Just a sullen face, with eyes constantly flickering anger and confusion, staring tightly at the distant battlefield.
Until... after a mont—
Clang!
Mogami lifted his right foot and forcefully kicked at the Wind Cut embedded in the snow beside his right hand.
The kicked Wind Cut fell towards Mogami by the montum.
Mogami grasped it with a raised hand, and then lifted it to swing downward fiercely.
Whoosh...!
The blade cut through the air, bringing waves of air pressure, blowing away so snow beneath his feet, while the blood-red feathered robe on him slightly rustled in the wind.
"...Follow , all of you."
Mogami turned his head, addressing the "Reserve Team" behind him in a low voice.
"It’s ti to charge...!"
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Yamada frantically sought a path to escape, wanting to be far away from Aoto.
However... escaping amidst a disordered enemy mob... the difficulty therein is imaginable.
Yamada hadn’t run far before being blocked by the chaotic crowd, stuck in an awkward position where he couldn’t advance or retreat.
"Get out of the way! Move aside!" With the God of Slaughter closing in, Yamada couldn’t help but frantically demand that everyone blocking his path to step aside, not obstruct his retreat.
The Anti-foreigner Group’s "organizational chaos" was once again vividly exposed at this mont.
Even as Yamada had shouted himself hoarse in command, his companions’ sluggish movents filled him with despair.
His escape route being blocked by his own allies... Ti, which was crucial for Yamada, was thus wasted.
"Ahhhh——!"
Suddenly, a scream erupted from behind Yamada.
This scream was extrely close to him... roughly just 3 or 4 steps away.
Yamada’s expression froze, then he quickly turned to look behind him.
As his gaze turned backward, a blade of a Tachi coated as if with thick red oil chopped directly toward his head!
After slicing through an unfathomable number in the densely packed enemy mob, Aoto’s inherited sword was already starting to feel the strain.
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