【The Reflection of the Sword's Ridge】64

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2016/7/31 　　Chapter 64: A Single Strike in the Frozen Realm Reverses Victory and Defeat 　　Tiger Earth Rebellious Heaven was not old; he had just celebrated his thirtieth birthday a month ago. As 　　one of the Emperor's trusted Five Arts Masters, and ranking second in martial arts, he 　　should have achieved great success at a young age. However, he always harbored a regret: he could not challenge the number one swordsman of Japan. 　　"Miyamoto Ying! My swordsmanship is absolutely no less than yours!" 　　Unfortunately, although he was very confident, he could not challenge Miyamoto Ying. 　　The person he respected most in his life—the leader of the Five Arts Masters, Jin Balong—had instructed him thus: "Miyamoto Ying is 　　a pawn of the Emperor. We Five Arts Masters swear to be loyal to the Emperor to the death, and absolutely cannot do anything against his 　　will." 　　Tiger Earth Rebellious Heaven was usually arrogant and disdainful of everything, but he both respected and feared Jin Balong. Since Jin Balong had spoken 　　, he could only obey. So, although he was eager to challenge Miyamoto Ying, he 　　ultimately gave up the idea due to helplessness. 　　Even so, as a fellow master swordsman, he always considered Miyamoto Ying his imaginary enemy. He knew that Miyamoto 　　Ying's swordsmanship was extremely powerful and yang, so he specially practiced a swordsmanship that combined both strength and flexibility to counter Miyamoto Ying. 　　When he sparred with Yan Feiyun, he didn't expect his opponent to suddenly use Miyamoto Ying's swordsmanship. Caught off guard, he had no chance 　　to use the swordsmanship he had painstakingly honed. Until this moment, the long-awaited moment finally arrived. He finally 　　fought Miyamoto Ying, and for the first time, he used his proud "Fox Borrowing Tiger's Might" swordsmanship. 　　His only dissatisfaction was that Miyamoto Ying was still only using a tree branch to fight him. 　　"Miyamoto Ying! Where is your sword? I want to see your invincible sword!" he roared as he attacked 　　. 　　Although Miyamoto Ei encountered numerous perilous situations, the tree branch in her hand moved with unpredictable speed, repeatedly deflecting Hu Tu Ni Tian's deadly attacks 　　. Her expression was grave; after all, a tree branch was no match for a steel blade. No matter how strong her inner strength was, she could only use softness to overcome hardness, not 　　clash head-on with Hu Tu Ni Tian's tiger-headed saber. Although her martial arts had greatly improved after enduring countless tribulations, Hu Tu Ni Tian's martial arts were unparalleled, 　　far beyond the reach of ordinary people. The difference in their weapons was too great, so she naturally couldn't fully utilize her abilities. 　　Tiger Earth, grinning maliciously, said, "Miyamoto Ying! Don't even think about knocking me down with a tree branch! You should at least show me your 　　skills and let me see your sword that strikes fear into the hearts of Japanese martial artists! Otherwise, I, Tiger Earth, will not die 　　content! Hahaha!" 　　His attacks were relentless, each more ruthless than the last, every move unpredictable, entirely at his whim. 　　He could instantly transform a feint into a powerful strike, or suddenly revert to a feint, 　　his tiger-headed sword attacking from a different angle. If Miyamoto Ying were using her usual long sword, the two could definitely 　　fight, but now she could only defend herself. 　　Suddenly, Miyamoto Ying felt a chill on her cheek; a few raindrops had fallen from the sky onto her face. "It's raining!" 　　Besides Miyamoto Ying being trapped, Yan Feiyun was also in danger multiple times under the combined attack of the two masters, Murong Meier and Shui Youlan 　　. Murong Meier attacked from a distance, while Shui Youlan fought in close combat. The two women, harboring resentment, 　　combined their attacks flawlessly. Yan Feiyun, preoccupied with dealing with Shui Youlan's two short swords, was caught off guard and narrowly escaped being 　　struck by Murong Meier's ribbon. 　　Murong Meier, a master of psychological warfare, continued to provoke Yan Feiyun with words while attacking, "I say, Feiyun 　　, your Miyamoto girl is truly pitiful. It's fortunate that it wasn't Meier fighting her, otherwise, I'm afraid 　　Meier really couldn't bring herself to do it… But you don't need to worry, Mr. Hu Tu will take good care of Miyamoto girl 　　…" 　　Yan Feiyun knew that with a formidable enemy before him, he absolutely couldn't act impulsively, but Murong Meier's words still 　　enraged him. His mind went blank, and he was immediately struck twice by the sword, blood splattering from his waist and shoulder. 　　Although Shui Youlan felt a pang of pity, she continued her relentless attacks on Yan Feiyun with her short sword. 　　Yan Feiyun pondered, "If this continues, my chances of winning are slim. If I die in battle, Yingmei will be devastated, 　　and she'll have to fight three against one—there's absolutely no chance of survival." 　　In a flash, he made a decision. Seeing Shui Youlan's stab coming at him, instead of dodging, he sidestepped 　　and met it with his left shoulder. In the blink of an eye, Shui Youlan's short sword was deeply embedded in Yan Feiyun's left shoulder, blood gushing 　　out and staining both his shoulder and Shui Youlan's wrist red. 　　Shui Youlan tried to pull out her sword, but found it wouldn't budge. Yan Feiyun had actually 　　clamped the blade between his left shoulder muscles. Shui Youlan knew something was wrong and was about to discard her sword when Yan Feiyun's Qinggang sword was already in front of her. Shui Youlan had 　　no way to avoid it and could only close her eyes and await her death. But after a moment, she 　　felt no pain. She opened her eyes and saw that the Qinggang sword had stopped a fraction of an inch away from her. 　　Yan Feiyun sighed, twisted his wrist, and slammed his sword into Shui Youlan's chest, knocking her away. He 　　then rolled on the ground, rapidly moving towards Murong Meier. 　　Shui Youlan was thrown to the ground by the impact. She was stunned for a moment, "Even though he was facing death, he 　　still wouldn't kill me... He... He... How could there be such a person?" 　　Murong Meier saw Yan Feiyun rolling towards her and knew he was going all out. The two colorful ribbons in her hands immediately 　　chased after him like venomous snakes. Yan Feiyun was going all in this time, practically forcing out all his strength 　　. He kept changing the direction of his roll, and the two ribbons repeatedly grazed past him, only kicking 　　up dust on the ground without hitting their target. 　　Yan Feiyun had already drawn his short sword from his shoulder and threw it at Murong Meier as he rolled. The short sword 　　arrived in front of Murong Meier with a whistling sound. Murong Meier knew the danger and quickly tried to wrap the dagger with a ribbon. 　　However, Yan Feiyun had used all his strength in this strike. Although the ribbon had restrained the blade, its momentum didn't stop; it 　　continued to charge forward until it was less than a foot away from Murong Meier before she finally managed to stop it. 　　Although Murong Meier was secretly shocked, she maintained her charming demeanor, laughing and scolding in a coquettish voice, 　　"Feiyun... Meier and I were husband and wife for a time, how could you be so cruel to Meier?"

"...?" She drew out the last syllable of each word, her voice indescribably alluring,
captivating even the warriors watching from the sidelines.
Despite her words, Murong Meier's other ribbon relentlessly attacked Yan Feiyun. Knowing Yan Feiyun
was preparing for a desperate gamble, she reciprocated with all her might, the ribbon proving utterly indestructible. If Yan Feiyun were struck,
he would inevitably suffer a gruesome fall, forced to dodge left and right, his life hanging by a thread.
Suddenly, Yan Feiyun roared like a tiger, his steel sword flying from his hand with the force of a thunderbolt towards Murong Meier
. Murong Meier's ribbons danced, both reaching forward to meet the attack, ready to clash with Yan Feiyun. Just as their
weapons were about to collide, the steel sword suddenly plummeted downwards, landing on the ground.
"A feint!" Murong Meier realized, but it was too late; two stones had already struck her in the abdomen. She
parted her cherry lips, and a spurt of blood gushed from her mouth. She collapsed, clearly seriously injured.
As she fell, the rain intensified, turning into a torrential downpour.
Tiger Earth's Heaven-Defying Blade Technique continued relentlessly, each strike slicing away the raindrops, blocking Miyamoto Ying in
front of a large tree. "Miyamoto Ying! Since you so disregard my Tiger Earth's Heaven-Defying Blade, refusing to fight me with your blade,
I'll send you to the Western Paradise!"
Miyamoto Ying was now soaked to the bone, and the image of Murong Xue suddenly flashed into her mind. That same day, it
was pouring rain, and Murong Xue, when the ship bound for Fusang sank, used her remaining power to freeze the seawater into a
large block of ice, preventing herself from drowning and saving her life. Thinking of Murong Xue, in a flash ,
Miyamoto Ying devised a plan to defeat her enemy.
Miyamoto Ying pushed off with her legs, leaping into the air, her inner strength gathering in the branch in her hand. Under her internal force, the
raindrops dripping onto the branch rapidly froze, quickly encasing the branch and transforming it into an
ice blade in an instant.
Tiger Earth Reversal never dreamed that Miyamoto Ying would forge a blade in this way. Startled, he unleashed his full
power, preparing to fight Miyamoto Ying. He roared, raising his blade to meet her attack, "Miyamoto Ying, let's
settle this with a single strike!"
Suddenly, lightning flashed and thunder roared, the rain intensifying, making the ice blade
even longer. Using the power of the heavens, Miyamoto Ying let out a sharp cry and brought the ice blade down with the force of a mountain crashing down. With
this strike, Tiger Earth Reversal's long hair was whipped about by the fierce wind. He laughed wildly, swinging his blade to meet the attack
head-on, "Fine! I, Tiger Earth Reversal, live for this strike!"
With another clap of thunder, the Tiger-Headed Blade finally clashed with the ice blade. Although it happened to be during a clash of thunder, it couldn't
drown out the deafening roar of the two masters' weapons clashing. Yan Feiyun looked up and was horrified to see that both blades had
broken. The Tiger-Head Blade was shattered in two, while the Ice Blade had shattered into countless fragments, each one flying towards Hu Tu Ni Tian.
"Miyamoto Ying!" Hu Tu Ni Tian cried out in agony as he plummeted to the ground from mid-air. His head and chest were covered
in ice blade fragments, with even his forehead embedded in them. Seeing the blood-soaked Hu Tu Ni Tian, Yan Feiyun felt a sense
of relief, knowing that Miyamoto Ying had won.
"Fifth Brother!" Shui Youlan rushed to Hu Tu Ni Tian's side and tightly grasped his hand.
Hu Tu Ni Tian grinned, blood gushing from the corners of his mouth. He murmured to himself, "Miyamoto Ying's peerless
sword... truly living up to its reputation... I, Tiger Earth Against Heaven, have no regrets in dying... Third Sister, take good care of yourself
..." As soon as he finished speaking, his head lolled to the side, and he died.
Shui Youlan was heartbroken, unsure whether she was grieving Tiger Earth Against Heaven's death or lamenting that another man she could rely on
had fallen. Two clear tears streamed down her face, landing precisely on the shard embedded in Tiger Earth Against Heaven's forehead
. The shard melted upon contact with Shui Youlan's tears, mingling with Tiger Earth Against Heaven's blood
as it slid down his face and onto the ground.
With Miyamoto Ying victorious, Yan Feiyun felt a sense of relief, but then he thought of Murong Meier. He turned his head
, and as he expected, Murong Meier was nowhere to be seen. He could only manage a bitter laugh, thinking that this woman
was truly his nemesis; it seemed she wouldn't give up so easily and would continue to plot against him.
With Hu Tu Ni Tian dead, his followers naturally scattered like birds and beasts, leaving only Yan Feiyun,
Gong Benying, and Shui Youlan in the entire forest. As the battle ended, the heavy rain stopped. This rain
had come and gone suddenly.
Although Yan Feiyun and Gong Benying had won a great victory, they were far from happy, as they still hadn't found
their true love, and Ying Mu Hong's fate remained unknown.
Just then, someone behind them slowly said, "Gong Benying, you have won."
The two were startled, thinking that the newcomer was hostile and possessed extraordinary martial arts skills, having come so close without their notice
—truly a formidable master. Gong Benying turned around and saw that the newcomer was the
elderly man she had met at the waterfall the previous night. He was calm and composed, with a smile on his face, seemingly without hostility. However, this man's martial arts were unfathomable
, and since friend and foe were unclear, she could only secretly circulate her internal energy, ready for battle at any moment.
Although it was Yan Feiyun's first time meeting the old man, his keen observation immediately revealed that the old man was completely dry, with
not a single spot on his body wet from the rain, not even his cloth shoes were spotless. Clearly, he was a peerless master, and Yan Feiyun immediately
became fully vigilant.
The old man slowly walked up to Yan Feiyun and Miyamoto Ying, staring at them. He said, "You killed
one of His Majesty the Emperor's Five Arts Masters."
Miyamoto Ying nodded. "I know."
The old man smiled slightly. "You now have two choices."
Miyamoto Ying smiled calmly. "For me, there is only one choice." She raised her hands. "I will
live the life I want with my own two hands."
The old man laughed again. "Young people are so stubborn. Let me finish speaking before you decide, okay
?"
Miyamoto Ying nodded. "Speak."
The old man cleared his throat. "The first choice is for you to take his place, become one of the Five Arts Masters, and
serve His Majesty the Emperor! Your past transgressions against the Emperor will be wiped clean. You will still be the number one swordsman in Japan,
and your status will be high; you will be worshipped by the Japanese martial arts world."
Miyamoto Ei understood; the old man was also an official under the Emperor. She shook her head and said, "I have no interest in
serving the Emperor. I only wish to retire from the world and live a secluded life in the mountains. I will not offend others unless they offend me. The Emperor can simply consider me as having
died in battle."
The old man still smiled broadly. "Perhaps I haven't finished explaining the first option. Besides the
benefits I just mentioned, there is another reason why you should agree to this option."
He clapped his hands, and suddenly, a naked woman was hung from a large tree about ten feet away from the three of them
. The woman had bronze skin, and her hands and feet, raised above her head
, were bound with ropes. Her head was drooping, seemingly unconscious. It was none other than
Sakuragi Niji, whom Yan Feiyun and Ei had been so worried about.
"Niji!" "Niji-sister!" Yan Feiyun and Ei shouted in unison, but Sakuragi Niji did not respond.
The old man smiled slightly. "She was on the verge of death under the waterfall that day, and I saved her life. You..."
He paused, "As long as you agree to serve the Emperor, I guarantee I will heal her injuries."
Miyamoto Ying asked in a deep voice, "Who exactly are you?"
Yan Feiyun suddenly noticed that Shui Youlan had gradually calmed down since the old man appeared.
A thought flashed through his mind, and he blurted out, "Jin Balong! You are Jin Balong, the leader of the Five Arts Masters!"
The old man laughed loudly, "Hehehe...you guessed right! I am Jin Balong!"
Yan Feiyun asked, "Since you are the leader of the Five Arts Masters and have already arrived, why didn't you
make your move before Hu Tu Ni Tian died in battle?"
Jin Balong replied, "Because I wanted to see who was most suitable to become one of the Five Arts Masters."
Yan Feiyun and Miyamoto Ying stared at Jin Balong with some confusion, waiting for him to finish speaking.
Jin Balong didn't keep them in suspense. "The Five Arts practitioners have always operated on a system of survival of the fittest. To fulfill
the Emperor's mission, the Five Arts practitioners must be inclusive and constantly recruit the best. Miyamoto Ying, although you
have offended the Emperor, he is magnanimous. As long as you are willing to submit, you will be one of the Five Arts practitioners
! I am a man who cherishes talent and have always looked at you with special regard. You will join me in building an unparalleled
empire for the Emperor!"
Miyamoto Ying asked, "What is the second option?"
A cold glint flashed in Jin Balong's eyes. "The second option is very simple: fight me. Of course,
if you are defeated, not only will you lose your life, but your junior sister, Sakuragi Niji, will also perish!" He slowly raised
his right hand, and his wrinkled right hand gradually turned golden, emitting an eerie light
that sent chills down one's spine.
He glanced at Yan Feiyun, "You two can attack together, I don't mind." His
confidence, even after witnessing Miyamoto Ying's swordsmanship, spoke volumes about his skill.
Shui Youlan interjected, "Miyamoto Ying, Yan Feiyun, I advise you to agree to Boss Jin's request! You're no
match for him!"
Yan Feiyun understood the concern in her words and turned to nod in gratitude. He and Miyamoto Ying exchanged
a glance, their minds in sync, both understanding each other's intentions.
Miyamoto Ying spoke up, "My choice is the third one: neither siding with the Emperor nor becoming his enemy.
I've had enough of the martial world; I just want to live a quiet life and don't want to fight anymore. Don't
worry about my junior sister's injuries; we have the ability to heal her."
Jin Balong laughed loudly, "The martial world, the martial world! Once you're in, do you think you can leave? Miyamoto Ying,
you're too naive! Although you keep saying you won't become the Emperor's enemy, things change. Who can guarantee you won't be
bribed by the Emperor's enemies one day? I know you see money as dirt, but what if someone tries to win you over with emotion
? Human hearts are unpredictable; only the dead don't lie, don't go back on their word, and don't pose a threat to the Emperor!"
Yan Feiyun and Miyamoto Ying remained silent. They knew that it was indeed difficult to believe based on only one side of the story.
Miyamoto Ying took a deep breath and stepped forward. "I have another way to convince you that
I will not oppose the Emperor."
Jin Balong raised his white eyebrows. "I'd like to hear the details."
Miyamoto Ying said calmly, "If I were to cripple myself, would that be enough to convince you that we truly wish to retire to
the mountains and live a life of seclusion?"
Her words surprised not only Jin Balong but also Yan Feiyun, who cried out in alarm,
"Sister Ying, you mustn't!"

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