[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-the-dimensional-demon-god-s-chat-group":3,"chapter-the-dimensional-demon-god-s-chat-group-the-dimensional-demon-god-s-chat-group-chapter-198":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","The Dimensional Demon God's Chat Group",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2277765,4455,"Chapter 198: Qinggang Sword, Zhao Yun","the-dimensional-demon-god-s-chat-group-chapter-198",198,"\u003Cp>Before the words had even faded, a howling rush of air slammed into him; a towering figure over two meters tall shattered the ground beneath his feet and closed the distance between them in an instant, roaring as he swung his axe-sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Boom!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A deafening crash echoed as Saber blocked the axe-sword with an invisible blade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The howling air burst into a gale, revealing blue circuits glowing on Rin Tohsaka’s calf as she leapt backward, clutching her sister, landing atop the tree branch where Archer hid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kiritsugu rolled on the spot, snatched up a broken branch, strengthened it with his aura, and shouted without looking back:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Run!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bai Zeming didn’t hesitate—he activated his propulsion device and flew toward Yanagidani Temple on the mountain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wasn’t worried about the outcome of this battle—or rather, more accurately, this very deployment had been intentional on his part.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because in the original story, a similar battle had occurred, and it was crucial—it determined whether Illya would develop interest and affection toward Kiritsugu as her brother.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He deliberately left the Tohsaka sisters and Kiritsugu behind precisely to recreate this battle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If possible, he might even use this chance to raise Illya’s affection and draw her into the alliance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if something went wrong, it didn’t matter—he still had another invitation, ready to summon a powerhouse to turn the tide at any moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With these thoughts in mind, Bai Zeming and Zhao Yun headed toward Yanagidani Temple.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arriving at the stone steps before the mountain gate, Bai Zeming slowed to a stop.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Yun halted below the steps, his silver spear held horizontally before him, his expression calm as he gazed at the figure atop the steps.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Following his gaze, a swordsman in purple robes stood there, gripping a five-foot-long katana, his deep blue eyes filled with delight as he looked down at Zhao Yun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A cool night breeze swept over the stone steps, swirling fallen leaves across the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The swordsman planted his long blade into the earth, smiled broadly, and raised both hands in a formal Central Plains martial posture, bowing to the silver-armored, silver-spear-wielding Zhao Yun below.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“A humble student greets General Zhao!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fluent Mandarin flowed from his lips, leaving Bai Zeming stunned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You speak Chinese?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Of course!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The swordsman lowered his arms, gripped his blade again, and smiled lightly at Bai Zeming in the air: “I was born in Bunroku 4—equivalent to the Wanli era of Ming China…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So that’s it!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bai Zeming suddenly understood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>According to the plot he knew, this false Assassin’s true name was Sasaki Kojirō—a legendary swordsman from the island nation, an ancient warrior whose true identity was unknown.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wielded the five-foot-long blade known as “Monohoshizao” with effortless mastery, making him one of the island nation’s defining symbols of swordsmanship.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In folk legends, he was portrayed as the archrival of Miyamoto Musashi, the island nation’s “Sword Saint.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unlike Miyamoto Musashi, who came from humble origins, Sasaki Kojirō was a wealthy playboy, raised amid adoration and privilege, mingling only with the elite.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In that era, the Central Plains remained the center of the world; for over a thousand years, neighboring nations had been steeped in Confucian culture, and virtually every upper-class person with even modest means could read Chinese characters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sasaki Kojirō, born into wealth, naturally spoke fluent Central Plains Mandarin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing Bai Zeming seemed to grasp the truth, Sasaki Kojirō smiled faintly, then turned his head, his blue eyes burning with fervor as he fixed them on Zhao Yun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Though I’ve been bound to a mediocre Master, to meet General Zhao in this world—and even have the chance to fight you—is already more than I could ever have hoped for!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With that, his expression turned serious; he slowly raised his blade to shoulder height, his gaze calm and focused on Zhao Yun:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This blade is called Bichū Aoe, also known as Monohoshizao—five feet long, forged from fine iron.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Its wielder is the nameless swordsman of the Iwato school—Sasaki Kojirō. I humbly request your instruction, General!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing this solemn self-introduction, Zhao Yun—who had remained silent until now—suddenly planted his spear into the ground, drew the gleaming Qinggang Sword from his waist, and said calmly:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This sword is named Qinggang, forged by a master craftsman of Yuzhou—three feet six inches long, sharp enough to sever hair and cleave iron like mud.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Long ago on Changban Slope, I seized this blade from Xiahou En, the bodyguard who carried Cao Cao’s personal sword, and charged through countless enemy ranks with it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wherever its blade passed, even hundred-fold tempered armor split like plain silk; when tested on cattle and horses, it severed a hundred beasts without a single nick…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Is that it?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sasaki Kojirō stared fixedly at the gleaming blade, listening to Zhao Yun’s slow, deliberate description.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In a daze, he seemed to stand again on the ancient Changban Slope, gazing upon the figure of the white horse and silver spear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Good! Good! Good!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sasaki Kojirō snapped back to reality, his eyes alight with joy and fervor as he stared at Zhao Yun:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“General Zhao, I beg you—teach me!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the next instant, Sasaki Kojirō’s figure vanished like a gust of wind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fifteen-centimeter-long katana tore through the air, shrieking as it clashed with the Qinggang Sword above and below, sending showers of sparks flying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Feeling the terrifying force transmitted through the blade, Sasaki Kojirō’s expression grew even more ecstatic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without hesitation, he twisted his grip, flipping the blade in a bizarre motion and slashing diagonally again, sliding along the edge of the Qinggang Sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ssshh—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sparks erupted violently between the sword’s spine and the blade’s edge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Yun generated power from his feet, twisted his waist and hips, evading the slash, then swept his Qinggang Sword in a smooth arc, driving it straight into Sasaki Kojirō’s exposed chest and abdomen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Clang!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The equally long hilt intercepted the thrust.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sasaki Kojirō kicked upward against the sword’s spine, launching the Qinggang Sword away, then leapt backward, creating distance between them as they faced off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No wonder you’re the famed Zhao Zilong of Changshan!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stared at Zhao Yun with bright eyes, praising without restraint: “Even without your spear, your swordsmanship is peerless!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So are you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Yun swung his sword, pointing its tip toward the ground, and said coolly: “I assumed such a backwater land, inhabited by barbarians, could never produce a true martial artist—yet here you stand, worthy of the hall.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hahaha!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sasaki Kojirō laughed heartily, as if Zhao Yun’s words were not an insult but a badge of honor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Again!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In an instant, his figure vanished once more, colliding with Zhao Yun below.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Clang! Clang! Clang!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The crisp ring of steel on steel echoed fiercely along the stone steps.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bai Zeming watched the two figures locked in fierce combat below, astonished that this so-called island nation swordsman could match Zhao Yun evenly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a moment’s thought, he used his Master’s authority to check Sasaki Kojirō’s parameters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Strength C, Endurance E, Magic E, Luck A, Agility… A+!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bai Zeming stared in shock at the last two values.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Especially Agility—higher than Zhao Yun’s?!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This wasn’t surprising: as a legendary figure widely celebrated in island nation folklore, Sasaki Kojirō received massive local fame bonuses, enhancing his stats accordingly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If these two were real historical figures, the outcome would be entirely different…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Clang! Clang! Clang!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the katana and Qinggang Sword clashed repeatedly, Zhao Yun gradually discerned his opponent’s style.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The next instant, his sword technique shifted abruptly; the previously lightning-fast Qinggang Sword suddenly grew heavy as a mountain, ignoring the intricate force within the katana and slamming down, clinging tightly to its blade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sasaki Kojirō’s pupils contracted—he instantly raised his hilt to block.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But just as the hilt neared the sword’s edge, the heavy blade shifted again—like lightning—it stabbed straight into his exposed chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Pthsh—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The blade grazed the hilt and left a crimson slash across his pale purple kimono.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They pulled apart again; Zhao Yun swung his Qinggang Sword, leaving a trail of blood on the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sasaki Kojirō snapped his head up, eyes blazing as he stared at Zhao Yun: “What was that?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Merely a simple shift between light and heavy.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Yun’s expression remained calm: “Chasing speed alone is flawed. A true master of the sword must fuse all variations into a single strike—making the light feel heavy, and the heavy feel light…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“In this regard, Wang Yue of Liaodong is the only true master I’ve ever encountered.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“With your current extreme technique, you wouldn’t last three strikes against him!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yue of Liaodong…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The legendary Sword Saint of the Eastern Han?!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sasaki Kojirō’s eyes grew even brighter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Your words, General, have deeply instructed me!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then I shall now be serious—General, beware!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sasaki Kojirō roared, instantly shifting his stance, raising his katana high above his head, and bringing it down with the force of splitting a mountain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Clang! Clang! Clang!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sharp blade became an invisible blur, unleashing a storm of relentless attacks that pressed down on Zhao Yun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But this was only surface appearance—Zhao Yun’s expression didn’t change; his Qinggang Sword remained steady, effortlessly countering every strike.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, Bai Zeming, who had been watching intently above, suddenly froze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The next instant, his figure vanished—as if swallowed by something—disappearing instantly from above the stone steps.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Yun sensed his Master’s departure and instantly grew furious; his Qinggang Sword surged forward with unprecedented speed, smashing aside the five-foot katana with overwhelming force.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Whir!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the blade and sword hummed in resonance, Sasaki Kojirō staggered back two steps, staring at Zhao Yun in shock.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Yun glared, switched the Qinggang Sword to his left hand, and reached out with his right to draw the Bright Silver Dragon-Guard Spear from the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wait, General Zhao!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sasaki Kojirō, eager to preserve this opportunity for a sword duel, quickly protested: “General Zhao, please calm down—this was not my doing; it must be the work of that she-fox!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“She-fox?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Yun’s expression softened slightly, but then he frowned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sasaki Kojirō nodded earnestly and revealed the information he knew.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So, it was Caster who used spatial magic to move one of the Masters?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sasaki Kojirō replied earnestly: “That must be it!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Yun frowned: “If so, I have no time to waste on you…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wait!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sasaki Kojirō grew serious: “Since you’re pressed for time, shall we settle this with a single strike?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I have a sword technique—born of a moment when I tried to cut down a flying swallow, and the motion came naturally.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s not a powerful move, but it’s one I take great pride in—I beg you, General, to witness it!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Yun frowned, planted his silver spear back into the ground, and regarded Sasaki Kojirō with a calm gaze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ll give you three breaths…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1794,"2026-06-20T00:29:28.871Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","4075a230e9697b55578d421f388905e017cb862ff92343384b935a28d1224f74","the-dimensional-demon-god-s-chat-group-chapter-199","the-dimensional-demon-god-s-chat-group-chapter-197",206,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthe-dimensional-demon-god-s-chat-group-cover.jpg"]