"Then let's use the knife in our hands to draw the end of this match." Yamato's steady steps narrowed the distance between her and Bismarck, the knife in her hand already unsheathed, like a dragon at sea, revealing its sharp teeth and claws and screaming angrily at the enemy in front of her.

There was no mercy in this game, because they put all their dignity on this big gamble, and no one would choose to retreat on the edge of such a cliff.

"That's what I thought, too." Bismarck replied coldly, his slender fingers closed, and he held the hilt tightly in his palm, and the sharp blade cut straight through the air and slashed towards Yamato. Although Bismarck was like a fool in other places like Tirbitz had gained, she had never lost in battle, like an extremely gifted genius, and no one could defeat her in her field of expertise, even if the enemy was the mighty Yamato, and she believed that the outcome would not change in any way.

Yamato waved his hand and raised his knife, and the curved blade collided directly with Bismarck's straight knife, and the crisp sound echoed on the beach, like a bell remembered in the silent night, simple and grand.

Yamato looked at Bismarck's serious face and pressed her blade hard, although she didn't know how powerful Bismarck's real strength was, but since she could be called a flagship killer by countless admirals, she could sink countless deep seas directly into her soul with one shot, no matter how weak she was, and the power that came from the blade really did not disappoint her.

This should be the most powerful ship girl he has faced, and there is no one. Yamato said fiercely in his heart, gritting his teeth and pressing forward. The two sharp blades rubbed together slowly in the air, and the piercing sound was accompanied by a splash of sparks, like a brilliant fireworks blooming in the night sky.

Bismarck used the power of the sliding knife to dodge the straight slash that came straight from his side, and the straight knife in his hand slashed hard again, with a gust of wind rolling towards Yamato. She finally knew why the entire Zhenshou Mansion had no way to take Yamato, and in the end she could only watch the Admiral stay and be powerless, because such a powerful deep sea was not at all something that the Zhenshou Mansion could deal with at that time, coupled with the deep sea Deadpool that surrounded them, even if the fleet at that time added her and Nelson, there was no certainty of victory.

As described in the ship's mother's illustrated book, Yamato has the largest caliber of the main gun - 460 mm all beings run on an equal footing, no one can face her shelling without sinking, not even Bismarck himself, such a caliber of firepower is completely beyond everyone's imagination, can easily tear her armor apart, hit the fragile core area.

But now they are not fighting for the main artillery firepower, but the purest battle between the ship's mothers, using their respective ship swords to distinguish the winner and loser. In such hand-to-hand combat, Bismarck felt confident, because she believed that the knife in her hand could defeat this deep-sea ship with even more strength than her.

The final winner must be me Bismarck, and it can only be me Bismarck, because my determination has never been much greater or weaker than yours, I have the same reason to win, and I have the dream of making that half-way date perfect, and this gift certificate is my last hope. Bismarck roared in her heart, her hands gripping the hilt of her sword, her straight blade once again slashing at Yamato with all her strength, trying to hold the final victory firmly in her hand.

Yamato turned sideways in an instant, the sharp blade shaved off her black green silk with a sharp air flow that rolled up, and the slender hair flew in the air with the strong wind, and the small cuts spread little by little on her kimono, revealing her snow-white skin and plain white underwear.

Yamato lowered his head to look at his kimono, which had left wounds one after another, and sneered tremblingly. If at the beginning, she still took care of the friendship of the ship's mother, but now the last trace of mercy has been completely cut off at this moment. Each kimono was carefully selected by her, and each one was black undertones, because she felt that she was the endless darkness of the ocean, and no one could escape her grasp.

However, after meeting Jikei, after being stupidly confessed by him, and after becoming his new wedding ship, all her kimonos became her beloved clothes, because on the day he met that fool, he was wearing that black kimono, and his delicate face always had an indifferent smile, like a warm spring breeze blowing through her cold cheeks.

From that day on, all her beloved kimonos became shared with the fool, and during the thirty days of the agreed love affair with him, every garment in Yamato's wardrobe was tainted with his breath and became part of her collection. And such a precious kimono turned out to be such an irreparable wound under Bismarck's knife, and the other party simply committed an unforgivable sin.

She hung her head and laughed, and the aura that erupted from her body was like a raging wave, like an invisible hand that made Bismarck feel the horror of suffocation. At this moment, the real Deep Sea Yamato completely revealed her murderous side, and the entire town guard was trembling under her snort. It's as if everyone has returned to that day, so powerless, so terrifying.

"Bismarck!" Yamato whispered angrily at the enemy in front of him, grinning like a beast in the jungle. Her originally inky pupils instantly turned red, like a jade of blood condensation, revealing cold and gloomy.

"Yamato?" Bismarck frowned and looked solemnly at Yamato, whose face had changed dramatically in front of her, she couldn't imagine that such a powerful aura could burst out of such a thin body, as if facing the hostile deep sea, and she felt frustration for the first time with pride.

Could this be her true strength? Bismarck gritted her teeth and tried to calm herself, trying to defend herself against the other party's next fatal blow, because she knew that this was Yamato's true strength, and this was the Yamato who could penetrate the main ship of the delusional fleet Yamato with one shot.

She used to think that her strength was almost the same as Yamato, and even if there was a gap, it would not be too different, but what she didn't expect was that the gap between them was so huge that it was not something that she Bismarck could compete with. At that moment, she could clearly see the oncoming sharp blade, as thin as a cicada's wing, but with an unstoppable edge.

She stared at the approaching blade in a daze, and smiled weakly and bitterly. Perhaps this knife is the difference between life and death, she held her head high and closed her eyes, waiting for death to come.

The wind, a fierce one, blew violently from the side of her face, with a winterish harshness. But unexpectedly, the gust of wind gradually stopped in front of her, slowly stopped.

Bismarck slowly opened his eyes, and saw the blade that stayed in front of him and the face that was as calm as ice. She knew that she had lost at this moment, and she had lost completely, and she had lost convincingly. She took a deep breath, pinched the gift certificate in her pocket and placed it in Yamato's hand, then slowly turned around and left with her knife. Her lonely back was like that of a loser, with gloom and a slight trembling.

Yamato looked at her departing back and didn't speak, just looked at the gift certificate on the palm of his hand, and his restored inky eyes had a shallow smile, as if he had been satisfied with the whole world.

Yourself, you can finally get the Ring of Oath. Yamato smiled tremblingly, with joy in his smile and a faint regret, I don't know for whom.

Thank you Luo Yan Aya Xinghua for your many rewards, and thank you for your support.