Chapter 1152: Chapter 668: Let Me Try the Blade
“Hmm, let me try the blade too.”
The homebody witch looked at the simple sword embryo in her hand, then at the Sword of Martial Soul thousands of meters long above her head, her eyes also eager to try.
Hmm, she was beginning to understand the feelings of those martial fanatics.
With a treasured sword in hand, if you don’t find something to chop and vent your emotions, you’d really feel stifled.
Fortunately, the Minamoto no Yorimitsu opposite was indeed a pure martial fanatic. If it were someone else faced with this situation, they might have thought about retreating due to the perceived difficulty, but this Ghost Warrior had no intention of retreating. On the contrary, as she faced stronger opponents, an even more intense fighting spirit erupted in her eyes.
And the Demon Blade Maple in her hand was even more frenzied at this time.
“Lord Shuten, is it Lord Shuten? My lord, have you finally thought of me? Do you finally want to settle scores with me?”
In Minamoto no Yorimitsu’s consciousness space, the expression on the face of the Soul of the Witch floating there turned into a strange flush mixed with fear, infatuation, greed, and other complex emotions, making her appear quite theatrical.
“Yes, yes, yes, I have been waiting for this day for so long. Wonderful, your lord’s brilliance is still so dazzling, how beautiful, so beautiful that I increasingly want to devour you.”
Since Ibuki Yuuki had stood out, Maple’s gaze had been glued to her, seeing nothing else.
“Hmm, it really is a good sword.”
Minamoto no Yorimitsu nodded, agreeing with her companion’s thoughts.
To a martial fanatic like her, a good sword was much more attractive than any beauty or delicacy.
She liked swords, good swords, especially other people’s good swords.
Every time she defeated a strong enemy and took away their weapon from their unwilling, despairing eyes, she relished that feeling the most.
Thus, the battle was about to erupt.
The Ghost Warrior tightly grasped her Demon Blade and launched a surprise attack on her opponent.
As an Asura Martial God who proved her way through killing, Minamoto no Yorimitsu had rich combat experience, to the point where she had formed an instinct; even when confronting an opponent for the first time, she could immediately discern their weaknesses.
The opponent’s blade was excellent, but the person was somewhat lacking; she was too weak.
The Fox Exploits the Tiger’s Might trick from Slick Ghost might have deceived others, but it couldn’t deceive her, a Martial Artist honed through Thousand Hammering and Hundred Refining; she saw through the opponent as a paper tiger at a glance.
However, how did a little witch cultivate into a Martial God?
This was something the Ghost Warrior couldn’t figure out, as such a thing was too unreasonable.
As a fellow Martial God, back then, her breakthrough was fraught with every difficulty and danger, countless times she hovered on the brink of life and death, only finally succeeding by sheer luck. But how did that kid, barely in her teens judging by bone age, achieve it?
Minamoto no Yorimitsu was puzzled.
But whatever, she was never good at using her head anyway; she preferred to use her hands rather than her brain.
After all, as long as she could get close, victory would be within easy reach since the opponent’s weakness was that frail body.
Moreover, the distance between them was not far to begin with, yet this fool even chose such a large-scale technique, truly seeking their own death.
Minamoto no Yorimitsu had seen too many of those who liked to make their abilities all showy for no reason; martial arts is about killing skill, the best martial skill can kill with the fastest speed and highest efficiency.
Looking good? Impressive? Those things are worthless compared to life.
The Ghost Warrior never cared whether her techniques looked good, her combat style was always as simple as possible.
Combat and slaughter is a very serious matter, allowing no distraction, her pursuit was always the state of without thought or desire as described in the legends of Sword Dao, the state of The First Great Sword.
That’s the unique technique of Tsukahara Isshin, the Great Sword Master of Japan, and the ultimate in Sword Dao that all Japanese swordsmen aspire to.
And she was not far from that The First Great Sword state.
Hmm, as long as she continued to challenge strong enemies, to continue fighting, she would eventually stand before Tsukahara Isshin and claim the title of Sword Dao number one from him.
After countless thoughts spun through her mind and finally settled calmly, the Ghost Warrior’s surprise attack was nearing its end.
And opposite her, that little witch who liked grand gestures still stood dumbfounded, as if unable to keep up with Minamoto no Yorimitsu’s pace.
“Done.”
Seeing the opponent right in front of her, looking silly and silly, the Ghost Warrior thought to herself, then swung her sword flatly toward the opponent’s head.
But just then, Dorothy moved. She turned to look at the Ghost Warrior right before her, smiling as she asked.
“Hey, do you have ideals?”
Minamoto no Yorimitsu: “?????”
In the brief moment of swinging the sword, the Ghost Warrior was stunned, not understanding what this fellow was saying, was this the opponent’s last words?
She was puzzled, but her hand wielding the sword did not pause a bit, the opponent’s neck was only a hair’s breadth from the blade, at this distance, no one could possibly block it…
But…
Clang….
A crisp metallic collision sound rang out, the Ghost Warrior’s thoughts hadn’t even turned fully when her inevitable strike had already been blocked.
Minamoto no Yorimitsu’s pupils contracted sharply.
Impossible, how could this be possible?
The Ghost Warrior was full of disbelief.
It wasn’t that she couldn’t see what had happened just now; in fact, she saw it very clearly. She saw how this little witch, who was supposed to be only appearance over substance, calmly raised her sword, and placed it by her neck, waiting for Yorimitsu’s sword to collide with it, completing the entire process.
But it was precisely because of this that she was shocked.
After all, in the previous instant, the opponent was motionless, ready to be decapitated, but in the next instant, the opponent had completed all the blocking, at what speed? Whose sword could be this fast?
Moreover, just now in her vision, she didn’t feel the opponent was fast at all. She even felt the opponent was almost excessively slow, that casual sword-raising attitude seemed not to be in a fight, but…
After a few seconds of silence in her heart, Minamoto no Yorimitsu found the appropriate metaphor.
Hmm, it was as natural as walking to the table and picking up chopsticks and a bowl at mealtime.
Do you consider before eating why you pick up chopsticks and the bowl, and how to hold chopsticks and the bowl?
Something like that.
And just as the Ghost Warrior had not woken from that shock, she saw a sigh on the face of the witch with surreal makeup opposite her.
“Seems like you have no ideals, no wonder the purity of your sword is so low.”
Dorothy shook her head, looking somewhat disinterestedly at the martial fanatic in front of her.
What a pity, a pity, rare as it was for her to encounter a good sword and have the interest to try it out; was this all there was to be cut?
Sigh, bored, then let’s finish cutting and call it a day.
The homebody witch, even with her frail body, managed to raise her sword and block the Martial God’s strike. Still, it was only enough to resist for a moment; if it continued, she would still end up decapitated by one stroke.
But grabbing a moment was already enough.
And the moment Minamoto no Yorimitsu saw the little witch’s head shake, her internal alarm suddenly rang. Having hovered on the brink of life and death countless times, this feeling was not unfamiliar, but past life-and-death crises never felt as obvious as now.
In a daze, she already genuinely saw the Other Shore Flower Sea beside Path to the Underworld, saw the slowly flowing Santukawa…
During that sleep, she could barely use the corner of her eye to look upward.
Subsequently, what she saw was the vast Dragon King slowly raising a sword and stabbing downward.
As she anticipated earlier, such a massive form was truly inconvenient to move, let alone wield the thousand-meter-long sword in hand, that thing was terribly sluggish.
However, she couldn’t dodge such a slow attack in time either.
So, was this slow, or fast?
These were the last thoughts of the Ghost Warrior before being engulfed by the magic power sword like a torrent of light.
Yet in the final moment of consciousness’s dissipation, a realization came.
Oh, so this is what’s called without thought or desire?
…..Minamoto no Yorimitsu comprehended the way on the path to the underworld….