Chapter 549 - 181: 1 vs 67! The Final Battle with the Anti-foreigner Group!

Chapter 549: Chapter 181: 1 vs 67! The Final Battle with the Anti-foreigner Group!

After leaping over the human wall and landing, Aoto didn’t pause at all. Like a fierce tiger descending the mountain, he charged toward the bushy-browed commander hiding behind the human wall!

Unexpectedly, Aoto directly leaped over the human wall, catching the bushy brows off-guard. In a panic, he raised the sword in his hand, stabbing toward Aoto’s chest.

Just as the sword thrust out, the bushy brows felt a blur before his eyes—Aoto vanished before him.

Aoto sidestepped to bushy brow’s flank, brushing past without even looking at him.

However, as they were about to pass each other, Aoto casually aimed the edge of his Ghost-Slaying blade at the side of this guy’s abdomen and sliced horizontally—

"Ahhhhh——!"

Aoto left the tragic scream behind.

After several perilous moves and dodges, Aoto finally reached the nearest archer.

It was not until Aoto was about seven steps away that the archer belatedly realized he was being targeted by Aoto.

He was quite courageous... instead of fleeing or distancing himself from Aoto, he quickly raised his Yumi Bow, fitted an arrow, and aimed at Aoto’s chest, now very close to him.

His speed in nocking the arrow and aiming was fast... but his release was half a step slow.

"Ha——ah!"

Aoto didn’t like making sounds or emitting Qi Union when fighting, but this time, he uncharacteristically let out a loud shout.

He turned his body, thrusting his left shoulder forward at a steep angle, adopting the Lower Stance.

The moment after his shout, a silver light flashed.

The blade of the Ghost-Slaying sword traced a reverse diagonal slash from lower right to upper left, cleaving through the archer’s left arm that held the bow at point-blank range.

Immediately, Aoto crashed into the archer’s embrace with his sword along with his body, fiercely gouging a large hole in the man’s abdomen.

Not even a breath taken, the presence of advancing people once again pressed in from both sides of Aoto.

"Traitor! Go die! Celestial Punishment!"

"Celestial Punishment!"

Enemies on both the left and right, each raising their swords in Upper Stance and Middle Stance respectively, slashed toward Aoto.

Both of them had strong and solid builds, making their slashes powerful. If Aoto’s head got hit by one of their strikes... his head would certainly burst like a watermelon hitting the ground.

However, although their slashes were powerful, they were a bit slow in speed.

Nimbly hopping back half a step to dodge beyond their attack range, Aoto intended to unleash a fierce counterattack on both. But at this moment, a loud and piercing horn sounded from his right-back, startling Aoto slightly.

"Wooooo yahhhhhhhh——!!"

——Jigen Style!

Just by hearing this iconic Qi Union sound, it was clear what school the person behind him practiced.

Relying on the "Wind Sensor," Aoto used Sound Positioning to step back twice to the left, avoiding the sharp slash from the "Jigen Style Swordsman" behind him.

But then... Aoto suddenly felt a stabbing pain emanating from his chest.

His chest had been pierced.

A rather short and unremarkable dwarf had sneaked up from Aoto’s left front while he was busy dodging the "Jigen Style Swordsman". Taking advantage of Aoto’s inattention, he slashed horizontally with his sword, striking Aoto’s left chest.

Fortunately, the dwarf’s skill was not proficient, his proximity inadequate, and only the tip of his sword managed to cut Aoto.

Although not deep, the wound bled profusely.

Blood gushed from the wound, staining Aoto’s clothes red.

The successful sneak attack left the dwarf grinning smugly—then his expression froze the next moment.

Because he saw: despite a cut on his chest, Aoto remained expressionless... as if feeling no pain.

In the brief moment the dwarf was dazed by shock, a silver-white blade light filled his entire field of vision.

Even though he had been stabbed in the chest, Aoto remained composed. With a backhand slash, his advancing blade from above shattered the cranium of the sneaky dwarf who attacked him.

Given the current situation, it was clearly impossible for him to stop and bandage his wound.

Bleeding freely from his injury, Aoto quickly retreated—having already spotted seven or eight enemies converging on him from different directions.

"He’s wounded! Get him!"

Someone suddenly shouted.

The dwarf’s successful ambush had significantly uplifted the Anti-foreigner Group members’ morale.

...

The traitor is finally injured!

His body isn’t made of steel! He must be worn out by now!

No matter how good this traitor is at fighting, he’s ultimately just one person! How could he possibly defeat so many of us!

...

The members of the Anti-foreigner Group excitedly thought to themselves.

However... the scenes that unfolded next left their once optimistic and excited expressions utterly "changed".

"Waaaahhhh!"

"Celestial Punishment!"

...

Aoto quickly retreated to a corner at the edge of the enemy horde. Four samurai, shouting "Wah wah wah," rushed in, their four blades slicing toward Aoto from different angles.

Aoto glanced around, confirming no other enemies nearby, then focused his gaze on the four rapidly approaching blows, taking a deep breath—