Chapter 35 Wiping Out the Squad

Chapter 35: Chapter 35: Wiping Out the Squad

Thunderclouds flashed above, and heavy rain poured below. The world between heaven and earth was pitch black.

Feng Yin had already lunged forward, closing the distance. The Canfeng Sword swept out in a cold Slash.

Facing this sweeping Slash that had once killed Yamanamikawa, Kondo Makoto immediately crouched low and raised his Katana from below to Block! He would pit his Speed against his opponent’s bluntness!

CLANG—

The side of the Canfeng Sword scraped across the blade of the Katana at high Speed, sparking violently in the dark clearing. Pushing up with force, Kondo Makoto successfully stopped the side of the Canfeng Sword’s Sword Spine.

In the next instant, at the exact moment Feng Yin instinctively pressed down on his blade, he suddenly loosened his grip, bypassing the sword’s edge to launch a cross-counter Slash. A flash of blade Light—its momentum was so fast that it completely exceeded the limits of normal human reaction!

Counter Secret Sword—Dragon Tail Sword!

This move was one of the Fixed Forms of the Natural Reasoning Heart Style. First, raise the blade to Block the attack, then explode with the arm’s muscular strength to counter-Slash with a Speed refined through endless practice.

The moment the blade Slashed out, Kondo Makoto’s expression turned ruthless. "Even though your Heavy Sword carries tremendous momentum, your Sword Speed in close-quarters combat will never match mine—"

Before his thoughts could settle, he saw Feng Yin’s Canfeng Sword, which had just been bypassed, nimbly stand up like an afterimage, instantly Blocking his extremely fast chop!

CLANG—

Blades clashed! Raindrops fell on the two men locked in a struggle.

Looking at Feng Yin’s demonic faceplate on his Armor, Kondo Makoto felt a tremendous, inexplicable fear rise in his heart. "His Sword Speed is so fast. It’s clearly such a Heavy Sword... yet it nimbly Blocked my Dragon Tail Sword!"

Kondo Makoto clenched his jaw tightly. Just as he wanted to use the advantageous position gained from his Fixed Form to suppress Feng Yin, in the next split second...

BAM!

His abdomen suffered a heavy blow!

Kondo Makoto’s eyes bulged, and blood spilled from his mouth. He staggered back two steps, the strength he had just gathered completely dispersed by Feng Yin’s abdominal Punch.

Looking up in horror, Kondo Makoto’s pupils trembled as he discovered a terrifying truth. The posture this Black Armor Swordsman used to Block his two-handed chop was actually—a one-handed grip! That was why he could spare his left hand to attack while their blades were locked together.

"Impossible..."

Realizing this crucial detail, Kondo Makoto’s face grew even more fearful, and he couldn’t help but let out an angry shout. However, Feng Yin couldn’t care less about what he was thinking. He simply lunged forward, gripped the Canfeng Sword with both hands again, and unleashed a flurry of continuous Slashes like a hurricane!

Amid the torrential rain, flashes of blades and shadows of swords intertwined. Kondo Makoto’s uneasiness grew heavier, and he could only rely on the dim, yellow streetlights to barely Block Feng Yin’s fierce assault.

The Canfeng Sword and the Katana clashed continuously, occasionally grinding out faint sparks that were quickly extinguished by the rainstorm.

Kondo Makoto wielded his Katana cautiously. Having seen with his own eyes how Yamanamikawa’s blade had been snapped in half by the Black Armor Swordsman, he certainly wouldn’t make the same mistake. Therefore, even when forced into a clash, he would deflect the impact by parrying against the side of his opponent’s Heavy Sword, ensuring his weapon wouldn’t be cut in half.

In this regard, despite both being Fierce Level fighters, Kondo Makoto’s Swordsmanship was undoubtedly far superior to Yamanamikawa’s.

At the same time, he discovered another fact—Feng Yin’s Swordsmanship was very unpolished. He wasn’t a true master!

How was this possible... Someone capable of wearing such Heavy Armor, wielding such a Heavy Sword, and still maintaining such agility actually displayed a "lack of combat experience." Who exactly was this Black Armor Swordsman!?

Feng Yin, however, didn’t think so much. While keeping up his suppressive assault on Kondo Makoto, a smile appeared in the eyes behind his faceplate. Perfect, just perfect!

Right now, whether in his human body or donning the Armor, he belonged to the category of "having Values but lacking technique." And the opponents he encountered in the "Armor Game" were either Filthy Corpses or Wild Beasts; these monsters relied mostly on instinct in combat. Although this had excellent results in tempering his courage and ruthless decisiveness, it basically couldn’t hone his combat techniques at all.

Currently, this Kondo Makoto was already running on fumes, yet he hadn’t lost his Swordsmanship, which remained top-tier among the Fierce Level. He was the perfect whetstone.

Thinking of this, Feng Yin noticed his opponent’s movements had slowed by another fraction. This guy’s stamina was almost depleted. Going with the flow, he also held back his strength by a fraction.

Just like that, under Feng Yin’s intentional control of his output, Kondo Makoto remained in a state where he was destined for defeat but could inexplicably hold on. However, Feng Yin’s violent onslaught left him scrambling to cope, without the time to ponder the true purpose of this terrifying Black Armor Swordsman. He even felt thankful for the Black Armor Swordsman’s "unrefined Martial Arts," which was why he couldn’t take him down despite the long assault.

Clinging to the hope of survival, Kondo Makoto used every trick in the book to fight Feng Yin to the death.

This played right into Feng Yin’s hands. He fully utilized the Jiao Swordsmanship he had recently been practicing hard, pairing it with the wondrous Dragon Transformation Breathing Technique. By continuously relying on the Swordsmanship master before him, he honed and improved his own techniques.

This was a precious combat experience that he couldn’t gain even with Xie Yanran acting as his sparring partner—the experience of a skilled Fierce Level fighter battling him to the death with the sole purpose of staying alive. Feng Yin’s Jiao Swordsmanship became increasingly proficient and natural through this high-intensity combat.

The two sides clashed in the rainstorm for an unknown number of rounds. Suddenly, the Katana chopped out by a despairing Kondo Makoto violently shuddered. This one mistake was like a signal for the end. Feng Yin’s eyes turned cold as he swung out a heavy upward Slash.

CLANG!

Completely drained, Kondo Makoto could no longer hold onto the Katana in his hands; it was knocked flying away. The Katana spun into the air and crashed heavily onto the muddy ground. Its blade was already full of cracks, rendering it equivalent to scrap metal.

The Canfeng Sword suddenly halted, stopping steadily right in front of Kondo Makoto. Kondo Makoto’s legs gave out, and he collapsed weakly to a half-kneel. His hands trembled violently, and his soaked hair hung down, making him look exceptionally pathetic.

Panting heavily, he suddenly looked up and stared fiercely at the silent Black Armor Swordsman, his eyes filled with despair. "Me... you... you were using me to test your sword?"

At this moment, Kondo Makoto came to a sudden realization—this Black Armor Swordsman had intentionally been holding back his strength while fighting him. Moreover, as they exchanged blows, his Swordsmanship rapidly elevated from its originally unpolished and rough state, actually reaching a level of true mastery! Where did this genius monster come from??

Meanwhile, Feng Yin remained silent. He calmly stepped forward, arriving next to Kondo Makoto, and raised the Canfeng Sword high into the air, though he didn’t immediately chop down.

"Consider this your chance to say your last words as thanks for being my sparring partner."

Seeing Feng Yin’s posture, Kondo Makoto seemed to understand what he was trying to convey. He trembled slightly, and a smile uglier than crying appeared on his pale, rain-streaked face.

"Haha, letting me say my last words? The pity of a demon?"

Feng Yin remained silent.

Kondo Makoto suddenly let out a shrill laugh. "Hahaha! I don’t know who you are, but please tell Hong Yuan and Ghost-faced Fox that I’ve also hired Ya Lie to take their lives... Tell them to wash their necks and wait to die!"

"Is that so... Ya Lie? He’s a formidable opponent."

Even as Feng Yin thought this, he swung his sword down without a moment’s hesitation.

SWISH!

BOOM!

The thunderclouds in the sky flashed once again.

The rain stopped. The clouds scattered, revealing the moonlight that had been hidden all night.

Kondo Makoto’s head rolled onto the ground, his eyes staring blankly in one direction. In the reflection of his pupils, the ferocious Armor turned and vanished into the pitch-black street.

***

The next morning, Xie Yanran approached Feng Yin, who was earnestly practicing his swordplay. She wore a strange expression, appearing happy yet somewhat puzzled.

"We just received news. Thirty or forty more people from the Ren Sheng Group died last night. This time, the casualties include Kondo Makoto and Yamanamikawa."

Feng Yin slowly sheathed his sword and wiped the sweat from his forehead. Surprised, he asked, "Oh? Who did it this time?"

"It was the Black Armor Swordsman again!"