【The reflection of the sword ridge】(3)

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(3) An Unfair Showdown
Looking at the vibrant and alluring Qi'er before him, even Miyamoto Ei, a woman, couldn't help but blush and feel his heart pound.
Qi'er, her breath sweet as orchids, leaned against Miyamoto Ei's chest, her eyes seemingly overflowing with tears: "Young Master... Qi'er
is deeply grateful for your righteous act, and having no way to repay you, I can only offer myself in return..." After she finished speaking, she pressed her entire body against Miyamoto Ei's
, constantly twisting her delicate body and rubbing against him.
Under Qi'er's relentless seduction, Miyamoto Ei's body gradually grew hot. Originally, Miyamoto Ei was simply guarding her
private parts, lying motionless while Qi'er rubbed against her unrestrainedly. After a while,
she suddenly widened her eyes, sparkling with desire, and unexpectedly took the initiative, flipping Qi'er over and pinning her beneath her
.
Qi'er smiled coquettishly, thinking that she now had another submissive man beneath her skirt. She naturally reached out
to caress Miyamoto Ei's crotch, but before she could reach him, her hand was grabbed by Miyamoto Ei. Miyamoto
Ei raised Qi'er's hands, exposing her firm breasts to his view, and then lowered his
head to suckle Qi'er's nipple.
Qi'er felt an intoxicating suction on her nipples, causing her whole body to tremble involuntarily. At the same time, she
noticed Miyamoto's hands roaming over her body, meticulously caring for every sensitive spot. Suddenly
, their roles reversed. Qi'er, the alluring beauty, should have been the one exerting all her strength to bring Miyamoto to ecstasy , but now she was the one on the passive side, her entire body 　　tingling
with excitement under Miyamoto's combined oral and manual assault . 　　 Miyamoto, though still maintaining a cold expression, had eyes blazing with passion. 　　After sucking on Qi'er's nipples for a while, she began to move downwards, her hands replacing her mouth, forcefully kneading Qi'er's breasts into various 　　shapes. 　　 She continued kissing Qi'er's body as she moved downwards, soon reaching the mysterious 　　garden between Qi'er's legs. Qi'er was indeed a rare beauty; her entrance was tightly guarded and carried a delicate fragrance. Miyamoto 　　Ei didn't hesitate to bury her face between Qi'er's legs, slightly parting the tight entrance before her tongue entered 　　. An indescribable pleasure surged from Qi'er's lower body, flowing throughout her entire body, causing her to cry out softly. 　　 Qi'er had seen countless men, but this feeling was a first for her, and she completely forgot her 　　mission. As Miyamoto Ei's tongue went deeper and deeper, Qi'er's cries became even more breathtaking. Besides 　　Miyamoto Ei caressing her nipples, Qi'er joined in with her own hands, making a total of four hands grasping and squeezing 　　her beautiful breasts. 　　 Qi'er, overcome with passion, let out a series of moans, her legs tightly clamping around Miyamoto Ei's head, hinting 　　that he should exert even more effort. At this moment, Miyamoto Ei's pretty face was also covered in the hot fluid emanating from Qi'er's body 　　, which Miyamoto Ei didn't seem to mind, even intermittently licking the love fluid with his tongue. 　　 Qi'er was enjoying herself immensely, but she began to crave Miyamoto Ei to quickly take her right there and then, to elevate her pleasure 　　to an even higher level. So she used her hands to pull Miyamoto Ei's hands, which were caressing her breasts, trying to 　　pull her up so that her lower abdomen was facing hers. Unfortunately, things didn't go as planned. Miyamoto Ei did manage to climb up, and even 　　passionately kissed Qi'er with her tongue, which was covered in love juice, but her lower body still didn't touch Qi'er; she merely 　　knelt on top of her, their genitals remaining separate. 　　 Just as Qi'er let out a soft, complaining sound, Miyamoto Ei's fingers arrived. She extended her middle finger and slowly inserted it 　　into Qi'er's already wet vagina. Qi'er's vagina was so tight that Miyamoto Ei's middle finger was immediately 　　gripped tightly by the two tender flesh. Qi'er's flower path was finally filled with something hard. Although it wasn't 　　what she had in mind, it was better than nothing. So she pushed against Miyamoto Ei's fingers, trying to draw them 　　as deep as possible into her body. Miyamoto Ei responded to Qi'er's movements, thrusting rapidly, eliciting 　　soft moans from Qi'er. 　　 Qi'er had initially thought that Miyamoto Ei only had those few tricks up his sleeve, but suddenly she felt a heat 　　rising from her flower path. It turned out that Miyamoto Ei had secretly used his internal energy, causing his fingers to generate heat, making Qi'er's entire secret garden 　　warm and pleasant. 　　 Qi'er had always used her body to please men; she had never truly been served before. This time, although Miyamoto Ei 　　didn't use his penis to comfort her, he gave her an unprecedented feeling. Before long, as Miyamoto 　　Ei withdrew his fingers, a clear stream gushed from Qi'er's flower path, indicating that Qi'er had climaxed. 　　 Miyamoto Ei didn't stop because Qi'er had climaxed; instead, he intensified his efforts, using two fingers simultaneously. His middle finger remained 　　in Qi'er's flower path, while his thumb invaded her rear garden, simultaneously channeling his energy to make both fingers radiate heat. 　　 "Ah..." Between the two streams of heat, Qi'er couldn't help but let out a long moan. She only managed one cry 　　before Miyamoto Ei sealed her lips with his, and the two kissed passionately once more. 　　 Qi'er held Miyamoto Ei tightly, and in her dazed state, she realized that Miyamoto Ei was still fully clothed. She immediately 　　tried to undress him, but Miyamoto Ei had secretly channeled his internal energy, making his entire body slippery. The moment her hand touched his 　　clothes, they slipped open. Miyamoto Ei understood Qi'er's intention, so he increased the force of his thrusts, increasing their speed 　　. Qi'er's delicate body trembled with each thrust; she was too preoccupied to continue undressing Miyamoto Ei. 　　 Watching Qi'er reach her climax, a beautiful figure floated into Miyamoto Ei's mind. Once upon a time, that person 　　, just like the girl before him, had writh and yielded beneath him. Alas, he was now far away in the East, 　　separated from that person by a thousand miles. 　　 After a long cry, Qi'er climaxed again. Having climaxed twice, Qi'er was exhausted, lying 　　on the ground gasping for breath, unable to move for a moment. Actually, Miyamoto Ei also wanted to release her own 　　desires, but she was cautious and wary of Qi'er, so she satisfied Qi'er to slightly alleviate her burning 　　passion. Seeing Qi'er reach her climax, Miyamoto Ei also gained some psychological satisfaction. 　　 Miyamoto Ei didn't want to reveal to Qi'er that she was originally a woman. Actually, she didn't intend to 　　disguise herself as a man; it was just that her journey was fraught with danger and uncertainty, so she dressed as a man to make things easier.

After resting for a while, Qi'er finally caught her breath. She said gently to Miyamoto Ying, "Young Master, you
haven't..." The usually cold Miyamoto Ying managed a rare smile. She shook her head and said softly, "Miss,
you should rest! I don't need to."
At this moment, Qi'er realized that she hadn't completed the task assigned by Shangguan Jing. But looking at Miyamoto Ying's handsome
face and recalling the pleasure she had just experienced, she couldn't bear to carry out the task. She sighed inwardly
, "I've done my best; now it's all up to Lu Qicheng's own fate..."
Just as dawn broke, Miyamoto Ying, lying on the ground, heard the rapid sound of horses' hooves in the distance. She frowned
, thinking that she hadn't even gone to their doorstep yet, and someone was already coming to cause her trouble. Qi'er, lying beside her,
also frowned. She knew it must be Lu Qicheng and his group. For a moment, Qi'er didn't know
whether to worry about Miyamoto Ying, whom she had just met, or about Lu Qicheng, who had paid her.
Miyamoto Ying straightened her clothes and went outside the temple, patiently waiting for the uninvited guests to arrive. In less than the time it takes to brew a cup of tea
, Lu Qicheng, accompanied by some renowned martial arts figures from Suzhou, rode to the ancient temple. Shangguan Jing, of course, accompanied them as well
, though he usually concealed himself in the crowd at such occasions. He understood perfectly well that his
role was merely supporting; the protagonist was always Lu Qicheng.
From afar, Lu Qicheng spotted Miyamoto Ei standing outside the temple and immediately scrutinized him from head to toe
. Being a top-tier martial artist, he could tell from Miyamoto Ei's casual demeanor that this Japanese swordsman
was no ordinary opponent. At this moment, Qi'er also emerged from the temple and discovered that Lu Qicheng had brought a large group of experts with him
. She began to worry about Miyamoto Ei.
Lu Qicheng deliberately ignored Qi'er's appearance, but in an instant, he noticed her disheveled
hair and knew that she must have just experienced a passionate encounter. He remained outwardly calm, but inwardly felt
a sense of relief, thinking that this Japanese visitor couldn't resist Qi'er's allure. He believed that since Qi'er had
succeeded, Miyamoto Ei would inevitably suffer some physical exhaustion. In a battle between experts, even the slightest
carelessness could have fatal consequences, and Lu Qicheng would absolutely not let go of any opportunity to win.
Lu Qicheng rode his horse until it was about twenty feet away from Gong Benying before pulling hard on the horse's head. The horse
stopped after a long neigh, and the other martial arts masters also stopped behind Lu Qicheng one after another.
Lu Qicheng, intending to display his chivalrous spirit before the other martial arts figures,
jumped off his horse as soon as it stopped. With a righteous and awe-inspiring expression, he clasped his hands in a fist salute to Miyamoto Ying and said, "I am Lu Qicheng, the Lightning Swordsman. I know that Your Excellency
has come to the Central Plains specifically to challenge martial arts masters. Normally, martial arts exchanges should end when the point is reached, to avoid discord
. However, Your Excellency's attacks are ruthless, and countless lives have been lost under your blade. I had no choice but to step forward and do my best to stop Your Excellency from committing
further murder."
After listening to his long speech, Miyamoto Ying coldly replied, "You mean you want to take my
sword, is that it?" Upon hearing this, the masters present felt a chill run down their spines, and some of those with slightly lower skill even secretly
took a few steps back.
Lu Qicheng gripped his sword hilt, ready to draw it at any moment, and said in a deep voice, "I am unworthy, though I know
your martial arts are superb, but to maintain peace in the martial world, I have no choice but to sacrifice myself and fight you!" His
words drew nods of approval from the martial arts masters behind him, who thought that Lu Qicheng truly lived up to his name,
possessing the demeanor of a great hero, commanding respect.
Miyamoto Ying said calmly, "Very well. I came to Suzhou City precisely to experience your Lightning Sword."
After she finished speaking, everyone immediately felt the chill intensify. Several of the more skilled martial artists realized that this wasn't actually
cold air, but rather the killing intent emanating from Miyamoto Ying. They exchanged a glance, both seeing
the fear in each other's eyes, and thought it was fortunate that Lu Qicheng, not themselves, was facing Miyamoto Ei's swift blade.
Shangguan Jing, standing behind, subtly sent a questioning look to Qi'er. Qi'er shook her head slightly,
giving him a helpless look in return. Shangguan Jing knew things were going badly, but he was already in a difficult position. If Lu
Qicheng knew this now, it would only affect his emotions, making things even more disadvantageous for him.
Shangguan Jing pondered the situation, and finally decided to prepare himself, ready to act immediately should Lu Qicheng show any signs of defeat
. "As long as this Japanese brat dies, even if everyone present sees us attacking together, they won't dare say a
word!" This was Shangguan Jing's plan.
The martial arts world was unaware of a secret—Shangguan Jing was also a master. Unlike Lu Qicheng,
he excelled at concealed weapons, all sorts of them, most containing deadly poison. Lu Qicheng
's swordsmanship, besides being fast, also emphasized imposing power as a chivalrous hero. But Shangguan Jing's weapons only sought
effectiveness—effectively sending his opponent to the brink of death. Therefore, he was unsuitable for the role of a chivalrous hero; he
could only become Lu Qicheng's behind-the-scenes kingmaker.
He had already quietly donned the deerskin gloves he specially wore for launching concealed weapons, ready to unleash
thirteen different concealed weapons simultaneously on Miyamoto Ying's thirteen vital points. "No matter how fast your blade is, it's impossible
to block thirteen hidden weapons aimed at different parts of your body!" Shangguan Jing thought to himself. Lu Qicheng, looking at Miyamoto Ei's stance, couldn't find any weaknesses, 　　and a sudden, inexplicable fear
rose within him . A veteran of countless battles, he knew that if his momentum faltered, defeat was inevitable. In this situation 　　, he had no choice but to resolutely draw his sword and strike first. 　　 Lu Qicheng was, after all, a first-rate fighter. From the decision, drawing his sword, to the blade piercing Miyamoto Ei's heart, 　　everything was completed in an instant. Moreover, this killing move was launched without warning, truly living up to his nickname, the Lightning Sword. His 　　martial arts skills were indeed far superior to Lin Baiwei and the others. 　　 Lu Qicheng's attack was swift, but Miyamoto Ying was no slower. She suddenly held her scabbard to her chest, using it to 　　block Lu Qicheng's sword strike. With his attack blocked, Lu Qicheng immediately shifted his aim, thrusting his sword towards Miyamoto Ying's right eye. 　　While bending backward, Miyamoto Ying used her scabbard to slash at Lu Qicheng's abdomen; if Lu Qicheng continued to charge forward, he would 　　be stopped by the still-sheathed blade.

Lu Qicheng was truly formidable; his moves were incredibly swift. In the blink of an eye, the martial arts practitioners of Suzhou, watching from the sidelines, saw Lu
Qicheng already behind Miyamoto Ying, his sword aimed straight for Miyamoto Ying's back. Just as they were about to applaud and cheer, they suddenly
saw Miyamoto Ying, without even turning his head, simply deflect Lu Qicheng's sword with his scabbard. Undeterred, Lu Qicheng
continued to circle around Miyamoto Ying, thrusting his sword again and again.
Although Lu Qicheng hadn't landed a single successful strike, and Miyamoto Ying hadn't even drawn his sword, he could already be considered
the Central Plains master who had sparred with Miyamoto Ying the longest so far.
Suddenly, Miyamoto Ei let out a delicate cry, gripping the hilt of her sword tightly with both hands, the blade pointing skyward. She channeled her inner strength, and the scabbard
shot upward, finally revealing a three-foot-long steel blade. The moment her sword was drawn, all the experts present knew the
crucial moment had arrived; this Japanese swordsman was about to strike.
Just then, Shangguan Jing unleashed his hidden weapons. Thirteen incredibly fine hidden weapons shot
out from the crowd, covering Miyamoto Ei's entire body. Remarkably, these weapons were launched without any sound;
those around Shangguan Jing only saw him raise his hands, having no chance to see any of the hidden weapons.
Miyamoto Ying, completely focused on her impending strike, only realized
the danger when the hidden weapon was close enough to hit her. She cursed under her breath, but the timing was precarious. She quickly squeezed her legs together, shrinking her
body into a straight line to minimize her movement, and then rapidly twirled her blade, protecting herself.
Miyamoto Ying's move successfully deflected all thirteen of Shangguan Jing's hidden weapons. However, besides those
, Lu Qicheng's lightning sword lurked, waiting for an opportunity. Just as Miyamoto Ying had to draw her sword to deal with
the hidden weapons, Lu Qicheng finally found a fleeting opening.
Miyamoto Ying realized her mistake, but couldn't immediately fix it. She could only watch as Lu Qicheng's sword
was about to pierce her chest before she managed to retaliate with a swift counter-attack aimed at Lu Qicheng's head. This was a mutually destructive
tactic; even if Lu Qicheng managed to strike her heart, he himself would be decapitated.
In the blink of an eye, amidst the gasps of the onlookers, two streaks of blood appeared in the air. Because Lu Qicheng
didn't want to die with Miyamoto Ying, he tried to dodge the blow aimed at his head, and his own sword strike
missed its mark, wounding her without hitting her vitals. Lu Qicheng narrowly avoided a fatal
blow. Although Miyamoto Ying's blade hadn't severed his head, it had struck his shoulder. Immediately
, bright red blood gushed from both men's bodies.
Miyamoto Ying only needed one more strike to finish off the severely wounded Lu Qicheng, but she knew there was another
expert in hidden weapons present, and if the other experts joined the attack, she, already injured, wouldn't be able to
kill them all. After careful consideration, she decisively leaped into the woods beside the ancient temple, disappearing
into the forest in the blink of an eye.
Lu Qicheng stood motionless, gripping his steel sword, blood streaming down his shoulder.
Had Miyamoto Ying's blow been any more forceful, it would have cleaved him in two at the shoulder. Although to others it appeared Miyamoto Ying
was fleeing in disarray, Lu Qicheng knew perfectly well in his heart—if it weren't for Shangguan Jing's hidden weapon
, he would already be dead on the spot. His years of painstakingly honed Lightning Sword technique had proven utterly ineffective against Miyamoto Ying's blade!
His confidence had been completely shattered by that single strike. Even though Miyamoto Ying was long gone, he remained in a
state of profound shock, oblivious to the cheers around him.
Amidst thunderous applause, the crowd surged forward to praise Lu Qicheng. Shangguan Jing, however, calmly and quickly
scribbled a note, then took a carrier pigeon from the leather pouch on his mount. He tied the note to the
pigeon's leg and released it. "Releasing a tiger back into the mountains will only bring endless trouble. For now, we can only hope that our friends in Poison Dragon Valley
can dismember that brat!"
Miyamoto Ei, wounded, fled, taking any path she could find in the jungle. Where there was no path, she used her lightness skill to leap across, and soon
she could no longer hear the crowd from the ancient temple.
Having a chance to rest, she quickly stopped and activated the internal energy passed down in the Fusang Miyamoto family, then
rapidly pressed acupoints on her chest. After this series of actions, the bleeding finally stopped, but it had
stained a large area of her white clothes red.
Having stopped the bleeding, Miyamoto Ying dared not linger in the dangerous place and quickly continued on her way. She used her lightness skill to travel for a while before
stopping again at a small river. She squatted by the river and drank some water to quench her thirst.
She activated her internal energy and carefully listened to her surroundings, but did not hear any voices, so she felt relieved. She
took off her white clothes and also untied the cloth tightly wrapped around her breasts. Her flawless, snow-white breasts were finally
exposed to the blazing sun. She tore a piece of cloth from her white dress, soaked it in the river water, and began
to wipe away the bloodstains on her chest. She carried some wound medicine with her, applied it to the wound, and then wrapped the bandage around her chest again
, transforming herself from a beautiful young woman back into a handsome young man.
She had only taken a few steps when she felt dizzy and knew something was wrong: 'Could the river water be drugged
?' Just then, three burly men emerged from the jungle, laughing maniacally: "Brother, you're truly resourceful! Knowing that
even fugitives need water, you ordered our Dragon Valley's secret, colorless and odorless Black
Dragon Powder to be added to the river. Hahaha! Sure enough, this little pig was captured with ease! Truly, it was effortless!"
Miyamoto Ei, enraged, struggled to raise his long sword, but already felt his strength waning, demonstrating
the potent poison of the Black Dragon Powder.
The three burly men laughed even more arrogantly, especially the bald one: "Hey! Look at this
kid, he's been poisoned by Black Dragon Powder and he's still trying to struggle? Hahahaha!"
Little did he know that this would actually enrage Miyamoto Ei. She desperately circulated her internal energy and managed to temporarily
suppress the drug's effects. The three men, oblivious to her impending doom, assumed Miyamoto Ei had lost her powers and were completely unprepared
. They laughed maniacally as they approached, intending to capture her. Miyamoto Ei's blade was planted firmly on the ground, poised
to strike, but the men assumed she was powerless and relying on her blade for balance.
Suddenly, Miyamoto Ei raised her head, a murderous glint in her eyes. At this point, the three burly men realized something
was wrong, but it was too late.
Miyamoto Ei harbored deep hatred for the three men, and her sword strikes were merciless. With a delicate cry, she slashed her longsword up from the ground,
leaving a bloody gash from the abdomen to the throat of one of the burly men. By this time, Miyamoto Ei's sword was already high overhead;
she followed up with a head-on slash that struck the second burly man.
The last burly man was stunned by these two blows, completely bewildered, his eyes wide open and motionless.
Miyamoto Ei didn't even look at him, but instead kicked him to the ground and then swiftly pierced his heart with a backhand strike. Only then
did the first burly man's abdomen burst open, blood gushing everywhere. The second burly man also collapsed to the ground with a scream
, his head split in two, red blood and white brain matter flowing out together.
After Miyamoto Ei killed all three in one fell swoop, she could no longer suppress the poison of the Dragon Powder. Struggling, she
slowly walked away from the three corpses, thinking that their accomplices would surely come looking for them, so she
had to leave while she could still walk.
Unfortunately, although she was highly skilled in martial arts, she was ultimately just a mortal. After walking several dozen steps, her vision went black,
and she could no longer hold on.
(To be continued
)

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