Collapse Iron Live Broadcast Connects All Worlds, Scares Wuzhan Away at the Beginning Chapter 137

It could be seen that the boy was very nervous, just like the other Demon Slayer Corps members kneeling in the courtyard.

At this time, the Sound Hashira, Uzui Tengen, walked over. After the battle with Upper Moon Six, although he lost an arm and retired from the front line, he had to be present at this critical moment.

Behind the scenes, he changed into a white kimono, and his originally tied-up long hair was draped over his shoulders, giving him the feeling of a handsome man.

“Don’t worry, Tanjiro. Except for the Hashira, the rest of the Demon Slayer Corps only need to remember Yanqing’s sword moves. It doesn’t matter if you can’t remember the whole picture. Just piece them together from everyone’s memories afterwards.”

“But…”

“Tanjiro, don’t have too much psychological burden. You are not the only one responsible for recording the sword techniques. The entire Demon Slayer Corps is. You must trust yourself and your companions.”

Uzui Tengen patted Tanjiro on the shoulder, “In addition, we are responsible for recording Jingliu’s sword techniques, so you don’t have to worry about it.”

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“I like your confidence. But ‘how can you know who wins or loses before the sword is drawn’, right?” Jingliu looked around, “The monsters here have probably been wiped out by you. Let’s change places.”

The two came to a corner of the Construction Division. Looking from a distance, there were still many monsters gathered here.

“Let’s start here.” Jingliu said lightly, “Here, Mara-Struck are rampant and demonic aura is everywhere, which is suitable for testing swordsmanship. Slaying monsters with swords does not violate the rules of the Cloud Knights, and it can’t be considered ‘trading with me using official duties’, right?”

Yanqing glanced at Jingliu confidently: “How do we decide who wins?”

“All the way to the end, there must be no one left out. The first to arrive wins.”

“Okay, it’s a deal.” Yanqing nodded.

“You go first.”

Yanqing did not refuse Jingliu’s concession, but when he stepped on the stairs, he suddenly stopped and looked back at Jingliu, and teased: “By the way, you wouldn’t take the opportunity to turn around and run away, would you, big sister?”

Jingliu put her hands on her hips and said coldly: “Jing Yuan really taught you badly… all you do is talk.”

There was a Mara-Struck Emissary of the Sanctus Medicus on the stairs. Yanqing used his flying sword to kill him effortlessly. But in this moment, he didn’t turn his head to stare at Jingliu, and she was already gone.

“Where is she…?”

Yanqing hurried forward for a while before he saw Jingliu standing next to a corpse from a distance, as if she had been waiting for him for a long time.

Baki the Grappler world.

“So fast—!” Miyamoto Musashi exclaimed, slapping the table, “Not only is her movement and speed, but her understanding of Mara-Struck is also extraordinary.”

“Oh? Musashi, how did you see that?” Tokugawa asked curiously.

“Look at the wound.” Musashi pointed to the Mara-Struck under Jingliu’s feet, “I saw Yanqing kill the Mara-Struck, mostly using dense flying sword attacks. Although they are agile and swift, they are more ornamental, but the actual combat is slightly insufficient.”

Miyamoto Musashi paused and continued: “The more skilled the swordsman, the deeper their understanding of the enemy. They know how to kill the enemy the fastest, without any unnecessary movements—just like an experienced butcher, even with his eyes closed, he can dismember bones and flesh. Jingliu masters the technique of killing with one blow.”

“In contrast, the Mara-Struck killed by Yanqing is covered in sword wounds caused by flying swords, while the Mara-Struck killed by Jingliu has a complete corpse, leaving wounds only in key places, which is quite… precise.”

“But I see that the wound on the Mara-Struck killed by Jingliu doesn’t seem to be from a sword?” Retsu Kaioh asked curiously, “But isn’t she a swordsman?”

“Hehe, how can swords be such inconvenient things?” Miyamoto Musashi smiled, “Do you think you can’t kill without a sword?”

“A swordsman of her level is no longer bound by the sword in form. It can even be said that… the sword itself is a restriction on her swordsmanship.”

“She doesn’t even need to ‘unsheathe’ against such unworthy opponents, right?”

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“When did you get ahead?” Yanqing suddenly became nervous.

“You’re so slow, little brother.” The voice seemed a little disappointed.

In the blink of an eye, Jingliu had disappeared in place. When Yanqing chased after her again, there were two more Mara-Struck corpses beside her.

“This… how is this possible?” Yanqing was sweating profusely. For the first time, he felt like a mouse being played by a cat, being manipulated in the palm of his hand. He realized that Jingliu was not using her full strength at all, and was even leisurely waiting for him in place.

As if to deliberatelyhim.

“You have to work hard, otherwise, even if I give you a Star-Skiff, you won’t be able to catch up with me.”

Before she finished speaking, Jingliu’s figure disappeared again, leaving only her cold, snow-like voice echoing in the air, like fine silver needlesYanqing’s heart.

Yanqing continued to chase after her, but where were there any Mara-Struck left for him along the way? Only corpses lying in disorder on the roadside, and the woman’s voice floating in the wind.

“It’s been a long time since I’ve had so much fun…”

“This tone, it seems a little wrong…”

Love Hashira, Kanroji Mitsuri, shivered and began to worry about Yanqing’s safety: “She won’t go on a killing spree later, will she?”

“That’s not important at all, is it?”

Shinazugawa Sanemi patted his thigh irritably: “The important thing is that this road is almost over, but we haven’t seen Jingliu make a move at all! Where are we going to learn her sword skills from?”

Following Yanqing’s perspective, he could see his moves clearly, but the problem was that except for destroying the first Mara-Struck, the other monsters didn’t get a chance to let him attack.

Jingliu was like a gust of wind, wherever she blew, the Mara-Struck died. When Yanqing arrived, he couldn’t see anything but a pile of corpses.

…How can we learn this!?

Yanqing caught up to the last platform, but there was only one Mara-Struck left there to breathe.

Jingliu took a deep breath, seemingly unsatisfied: “I haven’t moved my sword for too long, and on a whim, I almost aroused the evil of Mara.”

“Come on, little brother. I’ll leave the entertainment program to you.”