Chapter 472: Ibaraki Doji

"Trash... technique?"

Kotesashi Yasutsune suddenly gripped his sword hilt tightly.

But he was unable to refute it.

This move "Eight Directions Eye-Crushing" had no fixed form after throwing the scabbard; whether to follow up with a slash or a thrust depended entirely on the opponent's reaction, so the impact of Nanako revealing the name of his move wasn't that great.

What was truly fatal was that Li Miao saw that he wanted to follow up with a thrust.

Facing an inexplicably appearing strong enemy, he knew he couldn't hold back, so he wanted to use "Eight Directions Eye-Crushing" as an opening to follow up with his strongest slash, taking advantage of Li Miao's arrogance to win with two quick attacks. But before the first move was even launched, Li Miao had seen through his intention.

This meant Li Miao could predict his moves at least two steps in advance... perhaps more. Yet he knew nothing about Li Miao.

"Bastard..."

Kotesashi Yasutsune's eyes were gloomy, his footsteps moved slightly, shortening the distance to Li Miao bit by bit, his eyes scanning Li Miao's body with killing intent, trying to force Li Miao's movements with his killing intent to see some of Li Miao's background.

"Tsk."

Li Miao clicked his tongue in dissatisfaction.

"So slow."

With that, he walked directly toward Kotesashi Yasutsune, the wooden sword in his hand swaying, looking exactly like an idler strolling around with a tree branch in his hand.

"Dilly-dallying and looking around, I let you make a move and you're just dragging your feet here. Do you think I came here to spar with you? Do you think I'm interested in entertaining you?"

"Looks like if I don't give you a few beatings, your thoughts won't stop."

As he spoke, Li Miao walked in front of Kotesashi Yasutsune, the wooden sword raised high, as if to slash down... no, not as if, it was, Kotesashi Yasutsune looked suspiciously at the descending wooden sword.

"Is it a bit... too slow?"

It wasn't to the extent of "being able to dodge easily," but it was to the extent of "being able to clearly see and break the move"... It was nothing like the swiftness of Li Miao's first slash.

Kotesashi Yasutsune suddenly drew his sword, the blade slashing toward Li Miao's waist!

No matter what, attack the enemy where they must save!

The sound of the wind rose, the wooden sword fell, and Kotesashi Yasutsune's blade reached Li Miao's body first, touching the cloak.

The next instant—Clang!

Sparks flew, and the blade rebounded.

Kotesashi Yasutsune's eyes were splitting.

"How is that possible!" Nanako exclaimed, while Lu Wushuang hugged her arms and sneered.

This slash had truly and genuinely landed on the soft, wind-swaying cloak, yet it rebounded as if it had hit refined steel, and even Kotesashi Yasutsune's stance was shattered along with it!

Kotesashi Yasutsune's pupils shrank, but he had no time to be shocked, because the wooden sword had already reached the top of his head.

Taking advantage of the rebounding trend, he forcibly adjusted his stance, raised his long sword, and held it horizontally above his head with his left hand against the back of the blade.

The wooden sword fell.

Clang!

"Pfft!"

Kotesashi Yasutsune's figure suddenly sank, his stance instantly scattered, and his left hand was embedded by the back of the blade, blood flowing profusely. He staggered back several steps, and before he could cry out, Li Miao had already followed, the wooden sword slashing at his head again.

He could only raise his sword to the top of his head again.

Clang!

"You,"

Clang!

"Japanese,"

Clang!

"Why must,"

Clang, clang, clang, clang, clang!

"You take a beating, before you can, understand, human language."

One loud sound for every word.

Nine slashes fell, Kotesashi Yasutsune's left hand had lost its shape, and the web between his right thumb and index finger was dripping with blood. He had been forcibly pushed to the edge of the dojo, his back against the wall, panting.

Li Miao stood in front of him, looking down from above, and said.

"Ten moves."