"You're pretty strong, little brother."

Ping Qingle said in a frivolous voice, waving the twin blades in his hand, while defusing the enemy's attack, he also left a scar on the opponent's body.

However, not matching her words, her blade gradually drove her enemies into a corner. The relentless, artisan-like precision of the attack is truly impressive. She deserves to be the head of the famous martial arts.

And her enemies are very embarrassed.

"Hmm......"

The leisurely difference of peace and happiness, compared to his enemies, can only whisper helplessly to the banter.

The black clothes around him have been stained with countless red spots with blood, but even so, the man who still fights with his sword is far from the word brave...... Especially when his enemy is just a little girl who doesn't even reach his chest.

It's so strong...... It's just too strong.

This is Jing Ming's only thought at the moment.

His village was unable to break through the enemy's defenses.

Since the start of the war, Minato Jingming has been at an overwhelming disadvantage in the battle between Minato Jingming and this Yuedu person named Ping Qingle. Minato Jingming himself also felt this situation.

No, it's not a question of whether you can detect it at all, but a fact that you can't fool yourself anyway.

What's even worse is that Jing Ming has no way to change this terrible situation.

Because the power that is the benchmark is clearly different between the two.

First of all, the enemy has a speed that Jing Ming is far from reaching, and the two small knives attack with an uninterrupted rhythm like flowing water, and the speed of each sword is like a flash, and the eyes that Jing Ming relies on to be proud also catch the trajectory, let alone counterattack.

Moreover, not counting psionic energy, demonic power and other energies, in terms of physical wrist strength alone, Jing Ming also found that he was not as good as the other party. Every time the blades met, the force from the hilt tingled his arm bones, a tremor that made him barely able to hold the sword.

This is a manifestation of the strength of the other party above oneself...... And it's not half a star.

So far, although Jing Ming was injured, he still didn't fall, mostly because of his special ability [Magnetic Qi Control]. The invisible magnetic field scattered around the body,The move [Magnetic Installation・Negative Pole] that bounces off all external attacks,It's really an exaggeration to say that every blow of Ping Qingle is bounced away.,But so far Jingming's vital point has not been fatally damaged.,It can be said that this move is indispensable.。

However, nothing has changed in the current desperate situation.

Although he protected the vital point in advance, the enemy's extraordinary attack frequency and extraordinary strength still caused Jing Ming to have a new wound on his body after each attack.

It's like a blunt knife cutting through flesh, slow but always with an end. And as the physical strength is gradually depleted, the battle situation will only get worse and worse.

Although Jing Ming couldn't think of what the worse battle situation would be, it was just a picture.

At this moment, the violence and overwhelming strength of being a big monster can no longer be seen in Jing Ming's body. However, even in the face of such a sinister situation, the upright but gloomy face of the Tengu Warrior still did not show any panic.

You can't win anything, but it should be obvious at a glance. But such an obvious fact did not make Jing Ming's actions hesitate even a little.

The body, which should have been sluggish from the injury, was almost intact, with the initial rigor and discretion.

Now what supports Jing Ming to continue fighting is not only out of the pride of the big monster, the conceit of the strong, but some kind of more boring obsession...... No matter whether the opponent is strong or weak, there is no reason to run away from the fight. For someone will always stand up and fight,

It was these two points that gave him the strength to continue fighting, and his body gained new nutrients from his spirit.

However, it is difficult to overcome the enemy in front of you.

As long as the fighting spirit that comes from dignity and obsession weakens slightly, I am afraid that the moment of the end will be ushered in immediately.

And both parties understand this kind of thing, but Minato Jingming refuses to do it. Obviously, it would be nice to run away with your back to the enemy. But if he did, he wouldn't have set foot on this battlefield in the first place.

――――I, am I going to die here?

An almost convicted thought passed through Jing Ming's mind in an instant. His defeat also means that his life has finally come to an end. But there is no way to do it, because his strength is indeed no match for the enemy in front of him.

Maybe he will die here with regret, but that is the fate of the loser. There is no need to lament anything, just accept it.

But......

"Is it too late to surrender and beg for mercy?"

Unbelievable words came out of his mouth.

Are you kidding? But from his calm eyes and solemn countenance, there was no joke at all. That is to say...... Is he serious?

"You're kidding, aren't you?"

Jing Ming's sudden words obviously made Ping Qingle suffer a considerable impact in a short period of time. The proof lies in the fact that her original smooth offensive has inexplicably stalled.

Because the girl never thought that this enemy, who looked extremely gloomy but had a samurai demeanor, would suddenly say something extremely unscrupulous, shouldn't it?!

However, the other party's next answer let Ping Qingle know how stupid he was.

will think that the man Minato Jingming is a serious guy, which is a bit of a problem in itself. Because even though he was a trustworthy man most of the time, it didn't prevent him from using his strange sense of humor when he shouldn't.

"That's right, I'm kidding. Your Excellency really has extraordinary eyesight, and you can see it at a glance."

Jing Ming, who still answered in a calm voice, said what he said now that it was unbearable to look at directly.

「…………」

「……？」

Unfortunately, looking at the enemy who suddenly fell silent with a puzzled look, and even stopped attacking, Jing Ming obviously couldn't understand what the silence meant.

「…… I'll just answer your question."

But this faint stagnation of fear did not last long, to be exact, only one breath or so, and soon the girl's face returned to its original cheerful (or frivolous) smile.

It's just that I don't know if it's an illusion or something else, compared to Fang Cai, Jing Ming can feel that the girl's smile is more imperceptible than just now...... It shouldn't be an illusion, because this poignant murderous aura is even extremely familiar to him to some extent.

Because sometimes, from his sister, there is this chilling aura on the body of the light, and it is clear that he has done nothing--just like now.

"Angry? But I just want to try to change the mood."

Even when you are about to face a dangerous situation like death, you don't forget to liven up the atmosphere, this courage is really extraordinary, maybe this is the so-called heroic spirit.

However, Jing Ming's so-called heroism that can joke in the face of death is more likely to be regarded as ridicule most of the time.

It's like now.

"Thank you for your kindness -- in return, let me show you my sword dance!"

Ping Qingle's roar, to be honest, Jing Ming didn't even hear half a word.

Because, her offensive was far faster than the sound, and she was the first to strike.

There was not even time to gasp for cold air, and the sword light that came from all directions exceeded the limit that Jing Ming's naked eye could capture at this moment.

It's not a special trick, it's just just fast.

Ping Qingle just kept swinging the blade at a speed that Jing Ming couldn't reach and couldn't imagine. But the girl who forced her speed to the limit succeeded in turning this ordinary action into a magic skill that was difficult to surpass.