Along with the seismic waves that could be clearly felt throughout Japan Island, this unequal duel came to an end.
Outside the guard pavilion, all the witches were stunned as they stared at the tall and majestic dragon king who looked like a god. Most of them had not yet recovered from the shock.
no? What about the earth-shattering battle we are looking forward to? Why is this over? Is that really Minamoto Yorimitsu, the number one samurai in Japan? really? Is this too weak?
One question after another popped up in everyone's mind.
Minamoto no Yorimitsu is the first warrior of Japan. Her strength is known to the locals of Japan.
This Onimusha is not a liar with a false reputation. Her name is gained through countless glorious achievements. What this Onimusha used to like most was to challenge strong people everywhere, and then sign life and death certificates with them and make bets. A duel for life.
Her murderous aura was not manifested by killing the weak and winning by sheer force. In fact, all the weak who died in her hands were almost all once famous warriors.
It is precisely because of this that Yorimitsu Minamoto, who has been fighting a life-and-death battle but survived until the end, won the title of the first samurai in Japan.
Many Japanese witches present had seen Minamoto no Yorimitsu fight in the past, and their swordsmanship and strength were recognized by everyone as being strong.
But the battle just now blinded everyone.
They only saw Minamoto Yorimitsu rushing forward. Minamoto Yorimitsu struck out, but the blow was blocked by the demolition team with their swords drawn. The handsome looking Dragon King raised his sword and stabbed him, and the Onimusha hit him.
Well, it was that simple, and the entire process seemed like the battle was over in less than a second.
This is a real bargain.
Therefore, many melon-eating witches who were watching nearby were a little confused.
"Hey, hey, Minamoto no Yorimitsu-sama just let it slip, right? This is not in line with her usual behavior."
"Isn't that right? Use your life to release water?"
"But the guy from the demolition team just now was really slow to draw his sword. I feel like I can dodge it, but Minamoto no Yorimitsu, the first samurai, can't dodge it?"
"Then come on, you will be the number one warrior in Japan."
"Forget it, this name seems unlucky, I don't care."
...........
People were talking a lot on the melon-eating street.
Even Konoe Marin in the security station was a little confused.
"Sister, that sword strike just now was so slow, why didn't Minamoto no Yorimitsu-sama avoid it?"
The little policewoman also didn't understand. She couldn't help but look at her sister beside her.
However, as soon as she turned around, she saw her sister's face was shocked, and her eyes were even obsessed.
"No thoughts, no thoughts, this is the realm of Ichintachi."
The Director-General muttered to himself in a daze.
As the saying goes, a layman sees the excitement, an expert sees the door. Maki Konoe obviously saw more things, and it was precisely because of this that she was even more shocked.
And her sister's ignorant inquiry also made her wake up from the shock. She looked at her stupid sister with some anger.
"How long did this battle last in total?"
Konoe Maki asked her sister in return.
"One moment and sixteen moments."
The little policewoman also said it quite accurately.
One moment is one thought, twenty thoughts are one moment, and twenty moments are one snap of a finger.
This is the time unit passed down by the immortal that is still used in Japan. (A moment in reality is about 0.018 seconds. Tsk, it doesn’t feel fast enough, but just make do with it. Who makes milliseconds, microseconds, picoseconds, etc. sound unqualified? Just think that the moment here is running with the thoughts of an immortal. Let’s use speed as the benchmark.)
After saying this, Konoe Marin was stunned, and then her delicate little face turned crimson.
Although she is a flower growing in a greenhouse, she is not a real fool. Now she has realized how stupid her question was.
As a Chinese, swordsmanship has been a compulsory course for her since she was a child. Her swordsmanship is considered excellent among her peers, but to this day, her swordsmanship is not worthy of being measured in seconds.
A mortal's swordsmanship can generally only be described in seconds. Being able to slash several swords in one second is already the limit of a mortal.
As a supernatural race, witches have bodies that are much better than those of mortals. Even ordinary witches who have never practiced swordsmanship can easily swing more than a dozen swords in one second, easily exceeding the limits of mortals.
But the difficulty of this thing increases exponentially as it goes on. Even a witch who has seriously studied swordsmanship cannot easily do dozens or hundreds of swords per second.
After all, witches are not gods, and witches also have limits. Once they reach that limit, every small breakthrough may be several times more difficult than before.
Just like the difference between the number one in the late stages of popular racing games and the number in the tens of thousands may be just a few digits after the decimal point.
That gap seems negligible, but only those who have set records know how painful those countless restarts are.
Moreover, such simple sword speed is meaningless to a swordsman. After all, this simple speed has no practical value. Swordsmanship is about speed, accuracy and ruthlessness. If it is fast, it will not be ruthless enough if it is not accurate enough.
For a master of swordsmanship, a sword attack that he cannot control is actually an ineffective attack, meaningless and just giving his opponent a weak point.
Of course, there are sword moves that can make hundreds of thousands of swords per second, but those are usually advanced swordsmanship, with extremely high learning threshold, but the effect is rubbish, and can only be used to show off or to clean up miscellaneous things.
If you are fighting against swordsmen of the same level, everyone's moves will actually become plain and simple.
Therefore, the truly effective sword speed statistics should be based on the premise that you can still maintain perfect control over the sword draw. However, accurate sword draw will inevitably cause your sword speed to slow down.
You may swing dozens of swords in one second, but if you are serious, you may only have a few swords left in one second. And if you take into account the complex factors in actual combat, in a real battle, you can kill one sword in one second. Both swords are considered powerful.
A thought is a moment. When swordsmanship reaches the moment stage, it means that the speed of your sword has basically caught up with the speed of thoughts. This is the legendary union of mind and sword, where the mind comes and the sword reaches.
Therefore, even for a witch, the sword speed in actual combat can be calculated in instant units, which is already quite powerful. Although it sounds very strenuous, other mortal swordsmen can also do it.
But you have to consider that the power and difficulty of extraordinary sword skills are not comparable to those of mortal sword skills. The physical fitness of witches is stronger than that of mortals, but their sword skills are also much more complex and profound than mortal sword skills. The two are relatively balanced. , everyone’s speed is actually about the same.
If you want the witch to use mortal swordsmanship, then everyone can still easily show you a super-speed sword, but this really has no meaning other than looking good.
And once the swordsmanship enters the momentary realm, you will already be a swordsman with the heart and sword united.
As for transcending the momentary realm and reaching a speed where the sword is faster than the heart, then...
In Japan's tens of thousands of years of history, only one person's swordsmanship has reached this level, and that is Tsukahara Isshin, the founder of Ichinotachi and a swordsman among Japan's swordsmen.
Only by having no thoughts or thoughts can one surpass the limit and make the sword faster than thoughts. This is also the ultimate state of swordsmanship that all swordsmen strive for.
So, when Konoe Marin recalled the battle just now...
The battle always lasts for sixteen seconds, and one of the fifteen seconds is when Minamoto no Yorimitsu is moving, but the abominable Pork Chop Rice Witch only moves at the last moment.
She doesn't even have a sword, but a sword of her own body, a sword of the God of War...
so......
"No thoughts or thoughts? That pig-chop girl is actually a great swordsman?"
The little policewoman's eyes widened in disbelief.
All swordsmen in Japan regard Tsukahara Isshin as a god, and Konoe Shinrin is no exception.
Then Pork Chop Girl is equal to Tsukahara Isshin is equal to God....
Kamisama (Lord God) actually likes to eat pork chop rice?
The little policewoman's brain is overloaded and is about to shut down.
"Emmm, you kid can't get along with pork chop rice, right? And don't look down on pork chop rice. It's the most proud feature of our bureau. Xiaohui is a disciple of the God of Cooking. You are so stupid."
Konoe Maki was speechless. She couldn't bear it and punched this silly girl on the head with her fist, and then said this.
"But sister, why did the pork chop just... that great swordsman look so slow in drawing his sword?"
The little policewoman was hit by the iron fist of her sister's love and covered her head, but she was still very confused.
Tsukahara Isshin-sama has been living in seclusion for many years. Konoe Marin has naturally never seen the legendary great swordsman wield a sword, but his elder sister is also a swordsman and she has seen her sister practice swordsmanship.
There is a saying that her sister's swordsmanship is so fast in her eyes that it is almost impossible to see clearly. If she were to observe her sister's battle, her eyes might not be able to keep up with her sister's speed.
But she could see every detail of the big swordsman's move just now, and it even felt like she was watching a slow-motion close-up, but in fact it was very fast, and this kind of perception was different from The contradiction in reality confused the little policewoman.
"Maybe it's because I'm calm."
In fact, the director didn't understand very well, but he was embarrassed to show his timidity in front of his sister, so she had no choice but to tell her guess.
As a swordsman, her guess is still of some reference value.
"Calm down?"
The little policewoman was even more puzzled.
"Well, you think Lady Dorothy is slow to draw the sword. That's because for the lady, this speed is just a casual sword move, and it doesn't mean that she is serious about drawing the sword. So, I'll give you that casual and lazy sword move. The perception is slow.”
Konoe Maki said this, but looking at her sister's half-understanding look, she thought again.
"Do you know turtles? In fact, turtles can climb very fast, but when people think of turtles, they always subconsciously think that they are very slow."
"That's it."
Under her sister's wonderful metaphor, Konoe Marin suddenly understood, and then she realized something, and her beautiful big eyes widened again.
"Sister, does that mean that the great pork chop swordsman can actually be faster?"
Ah, isn't it the limit to use two swords in one moment? So what are the limits of this guy?
The little policewoman was a little thoughtful.
Then she received another iron fist of love from her elder sister.
"Please show some respect to Lady Dorothy, otherwise you deserve to be slashed with a sword. I can't stop that sword."
Konoe Maki scolded this stupid sister angrily.
Then, she raised her head and looked at Dorothy over there with complicated eyes.
In fact, she was also very curious about what the limits of this foreign great swordsman were, and was that really Wu Nian Wu Xiang? She had actually seen Tsukahara Isshin-sama's sword before, but it didn't seem so mysterious.
How should I put it? If swordsmanship is divided into sword skills and sword intention, then Tsukahara Isshin-sama's unintentional sword is already the ultimate sword skill, and the sword made by Lady Dorothy just now... ..
Well, that simple sword was really a bit too plain and simple. It felt like it was just a simple slash. It was just the level of mortal swordsmanship. At this level of swordsmanship, she was really as good as her, or even better.
But the terrifying thing about this sword is not the sword skill, but the sword intention.
The idea contained in that sword was too pure and too powerful, just like the power of the sun in the sky, its divine power was unstoppable.
In the concept of swordsmanship, the pursuit of sword skills is obscene, while the pursuit of sword intent is high-class, so...
Probably, maybe, maybe, this Dorothy-sama's swordsmanship level is higher than Tsukahara Isshin-sama?
At the thought of this possibility, the Director couldn't help but be stunned.
This is a bit outrageous.
But what did Lady Dorothy mean by her last question to Minamoto Yorimitsu just now?
Do you have a dream?
Does sword practice have anything to do with dreams?
Konoe Maki was a little confused, but she vaguely grasped the inspiration.
A deep feeling told her that the answer to this question was very important and related to her own future.
So, do I have a dream?
The Director asked himself this question.
Then she fell silent.
Of course she had dreams and ideals, but she didn't dare to think about them casually. She was always looking for reasons to put them off and didn't dare to really start pursuing them.
After all, her dream is a bit treacherous, and there are too many things to worry about, and she really doesn't dare to move at will.
"Is this why I've never been able to break through?"
Konoe Marin sighed inwardly.
After a long time, she raised her head again, but there seemed to be fire burning in her eyes.
The Director looked gratefully in the direction of Dorothy. She thought she understood everything.
It's not too late to make amends.
It’s not too late to start chasing your dreams.
.........
In fact, it was not just Konoe Maki who was asking himself at this time. The huge movement of the God of War had already attracted the attention of many powerful Japanese people, so everyone heard Dorothy's last question. Everyone is reflecting.
As for the answer to this question, some shook their heads and sighed, some were dismissive, and some, like Konoe Maki, had fire in their eyes.
A single spark can start a prairie fire.
...........
On the other side, Dorothy didn't know what others were thinking. She just looked at the slowly collapsing castle tower in front of her, cheering in her heart.
Okay, I am the one who has demolished this building. No one can stop it. I will ask you what you can do to block this thousand-meter sword.
Although the Goblin King was a little bored because he couldn't enjoy himself to the fullest, the Otaku Witch was very proud of himself.
What source is Laiguang?
They were just bugs blocking her path to demolition, not worth mentioning.
only......
"Ah, why is there a dungeon here?"
The God of War drew his sword, and Dorothy frowned as she looked at the scene in the huge sword pit.
Hiss, things don't seem that simple anymore.
Her inspiration began to warn her.
.....Xianbao's eyes are sharp....
