It's so unfair!

When he thought of this, Qingdeng felt an unknown fire ignite in his heart.

As soon as this nameless fire struck a spark, it immediately burned through Qingdeng's whole body with the force of a prairie fire.

This flame...or this surging emotion was the main reason that drove Qingdeng to clench his fist.

I want to slap Itakura Hirahiko's face severely.

I want to smash something hard!

At this moment, Qingdeng's brows suddenly jumped - somehow, he suddenly recalled a certain past event in his previous life before he traveled to this world...

That happened when he was in the sixth grade of elementary school.

I forgot the specific reason... Anyway, the teacher sitting on the podium suddenly asked, "What is your dream for the future?"

At the right time, at the teacher's request, every student in the class had to stand up and answer in turn.

When it's Qingdeng's turn...

"I want to make the world XXXXXXXX!"

——What did I say at that time?

Qingdeng only remembered the first half of the words, but the content of the second half...he couldn't remember it at all.

I just remember that after he shouted out his dream, the classmates in the class were all laughing.

The teacher was also covering her mouth and laughing.

The atmosphere inside and outside the class was filled with joy, as if some funny joke had been heard.

"You! You have the guts!"

Qingdeng's "memory recall" was interrupted by a roar that intervened in his thoughts.

Ayoto reflexively glanced at the location where the roar came from, namely Itakura Hirahiko, who was still pointing his halberd at him.

Itakura Hirahiko, whose face turned red with anger, smiled in anger.

"I don't know if you are really not afraid of death, or if you are just being stupid. Since you are so talented, I want to see if you can hold on to your backbone until the end!"

After roaring, Itakura Hirahiko turned his head and shouted to the four bodyguards behind him:

"Fuck me! Chop off both of his hands!"

As soon as the order was given, the four bodyguards immediately drew their swords out of their sheaths without thinking.

"Brother, I'm sorry." One of the bodyguards said calmly to Qingdeng in a neither sad nor happy tone, "We are just following orders, please don't resent me."

Qingden chuckled lightly.

"It's okay, I understand."

Having said that, Qingdeng spread his legs leisurely, put his left hand on the sheath, and continued the words in a leisurely manner:

"No need to worry. If you have any skills, just use them."

"However, I have something ugly to say before - the sword has no eyes. If your sword is meant to maim me or kill me, then I will not show mercy and will definitely kill you without leaving a single piece of armor behind!"

The bodyguard who threatened Qingdeng to "don't blame them" and pretended to make a "disclaimer" sneered repeatedly.

"Hmph, okay, if you can do it, just come over."

The four bodyguards stepped forward, their figures stretched by the westward sunlight, pressing towards Qingdeng like a mountain.

The solid and steady steps, the powerful yet flexible knife-holding movements, and the powerful aura escaping from every gesture, let those who see it understand: this is a group of people whose skills are by no means ordinary, and must have gone through a lot of experience.

A good fighter who rarely fights life and death duels!

"...Sae, Yae." Tianzhangyuan lowered her head and said seriously to the two sisters standing on her left and right sides, "You..."

"You don't have to come and help me." Qing Deng interrupted Tianzhangyuan's words without looking back, "These people... just leave them all to me."

Before Tenshoin could raise his doubts, Tokugawa Iemo who was on the side asked first: "Tachibana-kun, are you sure? The four samurai in front of you... are obviously extraordinary in skill."

Hearing this, Qingdeng smiled knowingly and said half-jokingly:

"It doesn't matter, just leave it to me. If Sae and Yae are sent to help, and if Hirahiko Itakura takes advantage of our unpreparedness and sends people to sneak attack you, then I can't bear the responsibility."

Although Aoshito had already mentioned this, Tokugawa Iemo still showed hesitation and hesitation.

After all, the martial arts strength of Itakura Hirahiko's bodyguards was obviously not at the same level as that of the mediocre Confucian scholars.

But at this moment, Tianzhangyuan made a final decision for this brief negotiation:

"I understand. Then...Sheng Qing, let's go have a big fight."

Even though Qingdeng turned his back to Tianzhangyuan, he could still vaguely feel that Tianzhangyuan was smiling at him.

Qingden turned his head slightly and looked back from the corner of his eye - as expected, Tianzhangyuan showed him an elegant smile that made him inexplicably feel at ease and contented after looking at it.

As if being infected by Tianzhangyuan's smile, Qingdeng unconsciously raised the corners of his mouth.

After returning Tianzhangyuan's smiling gaze, Qingdeng turned his sight and attention back to his body, let out a long breath—chonk, lang, lang—and unsheathed his sword!

"Go! Go! Cut off both of this guy's hands!"

Itakura Hirahiko yelled wildly, while quickly retreating, hiding behind the bodyguards, and hiding where Qingto couldn't touch him, with an arrogant and ferocious smile on his face.

Although accidents occurred frequently, in terms of results, the group of rotten scholars who had just been beaten up by Qingden felt particularly comfortable now.

They were originally worried that Itakura Hirahiko would not stand up for them, or that his retaliation against Aoto was not intense enough.

Unexpectedly, Seito actually beat Itakura Hirahiko! He offended Itakura Hirahiko to death!

It really took no effort at all! This damn man in a hat is finished!

At the moment, the rotten scholars gathered around Itakura Hirahiko all showed expressions of gloating about his misfortune.

They know very well how powerful Itakura Hirahiko's bodyguards are!

They couldn't wait to see Aoden beaten to pieces by Itakura Hirahiko's bodyguards, crying for his father and mother!

A chilling atmosphere that was completely different from the previous atmosphere when Qingdeng fought against the Confucians billowed out.

Everyone present was more or less aware that a fierce and tragic bloody battle was about to take place!

…

Qingdeng's eyes swept across the faces of the four bodyguards along the blade.

The current situation... was within Qingdeng's expectation.

When he slammed his fist driven by the nameless fire into Itakura Hirahiko's ugly face, Ayoto was already mentally prepared to receive all the fierce revenge of Itakura Hirahiko.

Qingdeng is very sorry for causing trouble to Tianzhangyuan and others and affecting their private visit today... Qingdeng feels very sorry for this.

But he did not regret that he had beaten the corrupt nobles.

Rather... Qingdeng even feels a strange sense of comfort and comfort now.

This is the main reason why Seito insists on "dealing with Itakura Hirahiko's bodyguards alone" - he wants to monopolize the pleasure of beating up the powerful eagle dog.

If given the chance, he wouldn't mind punching Itakura Hirahiko's ugly face a few more times.

Qingdeng silently enjoyed this strange feeling of comfort that came from nowhere, and quietly readied the knife.

In the next moment, something incredible happened to Qingdeng.

Qingden suddenly felt as if something was about to burst out of his body.

Instinctively, my mind moved——

In an instant, the faces of the four warriors who were confronting Qingden changed drastically!

People who also changed their expressions were the Tianzhangyuan group behind Qingdeng.

Itakura Hirahiko, the Confucian scholars, and the surrounding onlookers, although they did not react as violently as Tenshouin and others, they all vaguely sensed that Aomori seemed to be a different person!

He seems to have become...even "bigger"!

Only Tianzhangyuan and others who were used to seeing the big world, as well as the four bodyguards who were facing Qingdeng and had rich martial arts experience, knew clearly what was happening to Qingdeng.

"It's 'power'...!" Someone among the four bodyguards squeezed out the word through clenched teeth.

At this moment, a majestic momentum like a vast ocean emitted from Qingdeng's body! It rushed toward the bodyguards with the force of a mountain collapse!

Being able to release "power"...the bodyguards who have experienced many battles know very well what this means.

For a moment, the bodyguards' faces became extremely solemn.

They unanimously put on their best postures, and then reported their homes one by one:

"Direct Heart Shadow Style, Uehara Saichiro!"

"Ono Ittōryu, Mikami Masajiro!"

"Direct Heart Shadow Style, Takesaburo Okuda!"

"Shinto Muken-ryu, Takahashi Yashiro!"

Zuoichiro, Masajiro, Takesaburo, Yashiro... one, two, three, four, the names of these four people are easy to remember, but Qingden didn't pay attention to their names at all.
To be continued...