Chapter 528: Ibaraki Doji

"Trash... technique?"

Kotesashi Yasutsune suddenly gripped the hilt of his sword tightly.

But he was powerless to refute.

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 through 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, followed by 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 at least predict his two moves in advance... perhaps more. And 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 shaking, looking just like an idler strolling with a branch in his hand.

"Dawdling and looking around, I let you make a move and you're just stalling here. Do you think I came here to spar with you? Do you think I'm interested in keeping you company?"

"It seems that 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 falling 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 see clearly and break the move"... it wasn't as swift as Li Miao's first slash at all.

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

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

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

The next instant—Clang!

Sparks flew, and the blade rebounded.

Kotesashi Yasutsune's eyes were about to split.

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

This slash had truly landed on that soft, fluttering cloak, yet it was as if it had struck a piece of refined steel, rebounding high, and even Kotesashi Yasutsune's stance was scattered!

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

Taking advantage of the rebound trend, he forcibly adjusted his stance, raised his long sword, held the back of the blade with his left hand, and blocked it over his head.

The wooden sword fell.

Clang!

"Pfft!"

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

He could only raise his sword over his head again.

Clang!

"You,"

Clang!

"Japanese,"

Clang!

"Why must,"

Clang, clang, clang, clang, clang!

"You get a beating first, before you can understand human speech."

One sound, one sentence.

Nine swords fell, Kotesashi Yasutsune's left hand had lost its shape, and the web of his right hand 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 and said from above:

"Ten moves."