Chapter 665

Accompanied by the seismic waves that could be clearly perceived by the entire Yingzhou Island, this unequal duel came to an end.

Outside the Tenshukaku, all the witches were dumbfounded, looking at the tall and majestic peerless Long Wang image that was like a god. Most of them hadn't been able to recover from that shock yet.

No? What about the earth-shattering battle we were looking forward to? How did it end just like this? Was that really Minamoto no Yorimitsu, that number one Japanese samurai? Fake, right? This is too weak, right?

Question marks popped up one after another in everyone's hearts.

Minamoto no Yorimitsu, as the number one Japanese samurai, had a name like a person and a shadow like a tree; her strength was very clear to the local Japanese people.

This Demon Samurai wasn't some liar with a hollow name; her title was fought out with countless brilliant battle records. This Demon Samurai used to love challenging strong enemies everywhere and then signing life-and-death contracts with the other party to conduct duels that gambled with their lives.

Her murderous aura wasn't brushed out by slaughtering the weak and winning by quantity; in fact, none of those who died at her hands were weak, and almost all of them were once famous samurai.

It was precisely because of this that Minamoto no Yorimitsu, who had been conducting life-and-death battles but had always lived to the end, had obtained the title of the number one samurai on Yingzhou Island.

Many Japanese witches present had seen Minamoto no Yorimitsu's battles in the past, and her swordsmanship and strength were recognized by everyone as strong.

But the battle just now had left everyone directly confused.

They only saw Minamoto no Yorimitsu rush up, Minamoto no Yorimitsu 'a' out a strike, this strike was blocked by that demolition team's sword draw, that very handsome-looking Long Wang image raised her sword to stab downward, and the Demon Samurai hit 'gg'.

Yeah, everything was just that simple. The whole process added up to less than a second, and the battle was already over.

This was a genuine second-kill.

Therefore, many melon-eating witches watching nearby were a bit confused.

"Hey hey hey, did Lord Minamoto no Yorimitsu go easy just now? This doesn't match her usual performance."

"No way, going easy with her life?"

"But that demolition team guy's sword draw just now was really slow. I feel like I could dodge it if I went up, and Minamoto no Yorimitsu, this number one samurai, couldn't dodge it?"

"Then hurry up and go up. If you really succeed, you'll be the number one Japanese samurai in the future."

"Forget it, this title doesn't look auspicious, I disdain it."

The melon-eating passersby were discussing heatedly.

Even in that Security Bureau, Konoe Marin was also a bit puzzled.

"Sister, that sword strike just now was so slow, why didn't Lord Minamoto no Yorimitsu dodge it?"

The little policewoman also didn't quite understand, and she couldn't help but look at her sister beside her.

However, the moment she turned her head, she saw her sister looking shocked, her eyes even very obsessed.

"No-thought and no-mind, this is the realm of the One Sword."

The Bureau Chief murmured to herself in a trance.

As the saying goes, laymen watch the excitement, experts watch the doorway. Konoe Maki obviously saw more, and it was precisely because of this that she was even more shocked.

And her sister's ignorant question also woke her up from the shock. She looked at her stupid sister with some anger at her lack of ambition.

"How long did this battle last in total?"

Konoe Maki asked her sister back like this.

"One instant, sixteen kshana."

The little policewoman also said quite accurately.

One kshana is one thought, twenty thoughts are one instant, twenty instants are one snap of the fingers.

This is the time unit passed down by the immortals used on Yingzhou Island. (One kshana in reality is about 0.018 seconds, tsk, feels not fast enough, but let's make do with it. Who told you that milliseconds, microseconds, picoseconds, etc., don't sound high-class? You guys just treat the kshana in here as based on the speed of an immortal's thought operation.)

And after saying this, Konoe Marin was stunned, and then her exquisite little face turned crimson.

Although she was a flower grown in a greenhouse, she wasn't a real idiot after all. Now she had realized how stupid her question just now was.

As a member of the Hua clan, swordsmanship had been a compulsory course for her since she was a child. Her swordsmanship could also be considered excellent among her peers, but to this day, her swordsmanship was still not worthy of being measured in kshana.

Mortal swordsmanship can generally only be described in seconds; being able to slash out several swords in one second is already the limit of mortals.

As a transcendent race, witches have bodies that far exceed mortals. Even ordinary witches who have never practiced swordsmanship can easily swing a dozen swords in one second, easily exceeding the limit of mortals.

But the difficulty of this stuff increases geometrically the further you go. Even witches who have seriously studied swordsmanship actually can't easily do dozens or hundreds of swords in one second.

After all, witches aren't gods, and witches also have limits. Once that limit is reached, the difficulty of every tiny breakthrough might be several times that of before.

It's like the gap between the first place and the tens of thousands in the later stages of those popular racing games might just be a tiny difference in the digits after the decimal point.

That tiny gap seems negligible, but only those who have brushed records know how painful those countless restarts are.

Moreover, such simple sword speed is meaningless for a swordsman. After all, this simple speed has no practical combat value. Swordsmanship emphasizes fast, accurate, and ruthless; only fast, not accurate enough, is not ruthless enough.

For sword masters, sword strikes that they can't control themselves actually belong to ineffective attacks, having no meaning, just giving the opponent flaws in vain.

Of course, there are sword moves that swing hundreds or thousands of swords in one second, but that stuff is generally high-level swordsmanship, the learning threshold is extremely high, while the effect is very trashy, only used for showing off, bullying the weak, or clearing out miscellaneous soldiers.

If it's a duel with a swordsman of the same level, everyone's moves will actually become plain and unadorned.

Therefore, the truly effective sword speed statistics should actually be conducted under the premise that you can still maintain perfect control over your sword strikes, but precise sword strikes will inevitably lead to your sword speed becoming slower.

You might swing dozens of swords in one second if you swing randomly, but you might only have a few swords left in one second if you come seriously, and if you consider the complex factors in actual combat, in a real battle, being able to slash one or two swords in one second is already considered powerful.

One thought is one kshana. If swordsmanship enters the kshana stage, it means your sword speed has basically caught up with the speed of thought, which is the legendary unity of heart and sword, heart arrives, sword arrives.

Therefore, even for witches, being able to calculate sword speed in actual combat in instants is already considered quite powerful, although it sounds quite pathetic, mortal swordsmen can also do it.

But you have to consider that the power and difficulty of transcendent sword techniques themselves are not comparable to mortal sword techniques. Witches' physical fitness is stronger than mortals, but their swordsmanship is also much more complex and profound than mortal swordsmanship. The two are relatively balanced, and everyone's speed is actually about the same.

If you want witches to use mortal swordsmanship, then everyone can still easily perform super high-speed swords for you, but this is really meaningless except for looking good.

And once swordsmanship enters the kshana realm, it is already a sword master with the unity of heart and sword.

As for surpassing the kshana realm and reaching a speed where the sword is faster than the heart, that...

In the tens of thousands of years of history on Yingzhou Island, only one person's swordsmanship has reached this degree, and that is the founder of the One Sword, the sword master among Japanese sword masters—Tsukahara Isshin.

Only with no-thought and no-mind can one surpass the limit and let the sword be faster than the thought; this is also the ultimate sword realm pursued by all swordsmen.

Therefore, when Konoe Marin recalled the battle just now again...

The total battle time was one instant and sixteen kshana, of which one instant and fifteen kshana were Minamoto no Yorimitsu moving, and that hateful pork cutlet rice witch only moved in the last kshana.

She wasn't even one sword, but one sword from the physical body, one sword from the Wu Shen Dharma Image...

So...

"No-thought and no-mind? That pork cutlet woman is actually a great sword master?"

The little policewoman widened her eyes, very unbelievable.

Everyone who learns the sword on Yingzhou Island regards Tsukahara Isshin as a god, and Konoe Marin is no exception.

Then pork cutlet woman equals Tsukahara Isshin equals god...

Kami-sama (Lord God) actually loves eating pork cutlet rice?

The little policewoman's brain was a bit overloaded, about to crash.

"Emmm, you child just can't get over pork cutlet rice, right? And don't look down on pork cutlet rice. That is the most proud specialty in our bureau. Xiao Hui is a disciple of the Kitchen God, you stupid younger sister."

Konoe Maki was a bit speechless. She couldn't bear it anymore and hammered her fist on this silly sister's head, and then said so.

"But sister, then why did that pork cutlet... that great sword master's sword draw look so slow just now."

The little policewoman was hammered by her sister's loving iron fist and covered her head, but she was still very confused in her heart.

Lord Tsukahara Isshin had been living in seclusion for many years. Konoe Marin naturally hadn't seen that legendary great sword master's sword draw, but her own sister was also a sword master, and she had seen her sister practice the sword.

To be honest, her sister's swordsmanship was already fast to the point of being almost impossible to see clearly in her eyes. If she observed her sister's battle, her eyes might not be able to keep up with her sister's speed.

But she had seen every detail of that pork cutlet great sword master's sword draw just now completely, and even felt as if she were watching a slow-motion close-up, but in reality, this was also very fast. This contradiction between perception and reality made the little policewoman very confused.

"Probably because of composure."

Actually, the Bureau Chief wasn't very clear either, but she was embarrassed to show weakness in front of her sister, so she had to say her own guess.

As a sword master, her guess still had some reference value.

"Composure?"

The little policewoman was even more puzzled.

"Yeah, you think Lord Dorothy's sword draw is slow, that's because such speed is indeed just a casual sword strike for the Lord, not the appearance of her serious sword strike. Therefore, that casual, lazy sword strike gives you the perception of being slow."

Konoe Maki said so, but looking at her sister's half-understanding appearance, she thought again.

"Know turtles? Actually, turtles can crawl super fast, but when mentioning turtles, people always subconsciously feel that it is very slow."

"So that's it."

Under her sister's strange metaphor, Konoe Marin suddenly realized, and then she realized something, her beautiful big eyes widened again.

"Sister, then that means, that pork cutlet great sword master can actually be faster?"

Ah this, two swords in one kshana is not the limit? Then what is this guy's limit?

The little policewoman felt a bit terrified thinking about it.

And then she received another loving iron fist from her sister.

"You give me a little more respect for Lord Dorothy, otherwise if she hacks you with one sword, you deserve it, and I can't block that sword."

Konoe Maki scolded this stupid sister with no good temper.

Then, she raised her head, also looking at Dorothy over there with complex eyes.

Actually, she was also very curious about what the limit of this foreign great sword master was, and was that really no-thought and no-mind? She had actually seen Lord Tsukahara Isshin's sword, it didn't seem so mysterious.

How to say, if swordsmanship is divided into sword technique and sword intent, then Lord Tsukahara Isshin's no-thought and no-mind One Sword is already the limit of sword technique, and Dorothy's sword just now...

Yeah, that simple sword strike was really a bit too plain and unadorned. It felt like it was just simply slashed out, just the level of mortal sword technique. As for this level of sword technique, she could really do it if she went up, and could even be better.

But the terrifying thing about this sword strike was not in the sword technique, but in the sword intent.

The intent contained in that sword strike was too pure and too powerful, just like the momentum of the sun in the sky, brilliant divine power, unstoppable.

And in the philosophy of swordsmanship, the pursuit of sword technique is low-class, and the pursuit of sword intent is high-class, so...

Probably, maybe, possibly, is this Lord Dorothy's swordsmanship level even higher than Lord Tsukahara Isshin?

Thinking of this possibility, the Bureau Chief couldn't help but be stunned.

This is a bit outrageous, right?

But what did Lord Dorothy's final question to Minamoto no Yorimitsu mean just now?

Do you have a dream?

Does practicing the sword have anything to do with dreams?

Konoe Maki was a bit puzzled, but she vaguely grasped the inspiration.

A feeling in the dark told her that the answer to this question was very important, related to her own future.

Then, do I have a dream?

The Bureau Chief asked herself back like this.

Then she fell into silence.

Dreams, ideals, things like that she certainly had, but she didn't dare to think about them casually, and she had always been finding excuses to drag them out, not daring to really start pursuing them.

After all, her dream was a bit rebellious, and there were too many things to worry about, so she really didn't dare to move casually.

"Is this the reason why I have always been unable to break through?"

Konoe Marin sighed in her heart.

After a long time, she raised her head again, but there seemed to be fire burning in her eyes.

The Bureau Chief looked gratefully at the direction of Lord Dorothy, she thought she already understood everything.

It is never too late to mend the fold after the sheep is lost.

It is not too late to start chasing dreams now.

In fact, it wasn't just Konoe Maki who was asking herself this at this moment. The huge movement of that Wu Shen Dharma Image had long attracted the attention of many Japanese strong people, so everyone heard Dorothy's final question, and everyone was reflecting.

And for the answer to this question, some shook their heads and sighed, some dismissed it, and some, like Konoe Maki, had fire burning in their eyes.

A single spark can start a prairie fire.

And on the other side, Dorothy didn't know what others were imagining. She just looked at the Tenshukaku slowly collapsing in front of her, cheering in her heart.

Great, I'm definitely tearing down this building, no one can stop me. I'll just ask you, what are you using to block this thousand-meter big sword?

Although the Fairy King was a bit bored because she didn't have enough fun, the Home Witch was very triumphant.

What Minamoto no Yorimitsu?

Just a bug blocking her demolition path, not worth mentioning.

It's just...

"Ah this, why is there a dungeon here?"

The Wu Shen Dharma Image pulled out her sword, and Dorothy looked at the scenery in the huge sword pit, her brows suddenly furrowed.

Hiss, it feels like things aren't that simple anymore.

Her inspiration began to warn her.

... Qian Bao's eyes are sharp...