My Gang of Swordsmen

Chapter 579: Chapter 186: Deathmatch Concluded!

Mukiwa’s beautiful eyes flashed with a trace of fear... but she managed to hide it well.

Her movement as she stood before Aoto was resolute, without a hint of hesitation.

Just as if she were doing something completely natural.

”Mr. Tachibana, can you still move? If you can, leave here quickly, I’ll buy you some time...”

Mukiwa didn’t have time to finish her sentence... because the Scythe Weasel moved!

The battle they thought would be easily won had turned into this dire situation, filled with emotions of anger, hatred, and humiliation; the Scythe Weasel didn’t want to wait another second—he wanted these two hateful ones dead immediately!

Dragging his temporarily unusable left arm at his side, the Scythe Weasel stomped with both feet like a whirlwind, charging straight at Aoto and Mukiwa.

His beloved sword, raised like a scythe, projected a chilling blue light onto Aoto and Mukiwa’s faces.

With a slightly heavy face, Aoto used the last bit of strength in his body, supporting himself with his barely operational left leg, and gripped his only remaining weapon, the Wakizashi, in his left hand, hopping to Mukiwa’s side on one leg.

Without saying a word, he chose to continue fighting alongside Mukiwa.

Mukiwa glanced sideways, her eyes complicated as she looked at Aoto, who did not abandon her.

Her lips parted slightly... she seemed to want to say something to Aoto, but as soon as her lips parted, they closed again.

A special joyful arc formed at the corner of Mukiwa’s mouth, she turned her gaze back to the Scythe Weasel in front, held her breath and focused, ready to fight alongside Aoto to the end!

—Is there any way to defeat this guy...

Even now... even though he found himself in such a dire situation with only one hand and one leg mobile, Aoto’s face showed no trace of regret, despair, or other negative emotions.

Only his expression became more serious and gloomy, still contemplating if there’s any way to defeat the Scythe Weasel.

The Scythe Weasel had already reached the range where his sword could slash at Aoto and Mukiwa.

Whoosh—! The Scythe Weasel swung his sword, high up in the air, down fiercely.

The blade, swung at high speed, cut through the air with a sharp, piercing sound, striking towards Aoto!

Aoto gathered all his strength, ready to dodge the Scythe Weasel’s strike with his remaining left leg—

...

Clang!

...

At the moment the Scythe Weasel swung his sword down, Aoto suddenly heard frighteningly urgent footsteps behind him.

Immediately after, he felt a sudden wind brush past his ear—a brown figure quickly passed by Aoto, moving from behind him and Mukiwa to stand in front of them.

Then... Aoto’s vision was filled with the swirling brown cloak and a purple light.

This purple light, swung from below, collided heavily in mid-air with the Scythe Weasel’s sword swung from the upper rank, producing a massive clashing sound!

”Mr. Tachibana, well done. Your performance greatly exceeded my expectations.”

Aoto, who was so shocked he appeared dazed, looked at the owner of this familiar elderly male voice... and now standing in front of him and Mukiwa was the brown-robed figure.

The hood on this brown-robed person’s head, originally pulled tight, had been blown open by the strong headwind created from his rushing from afar behind Aoto to the front.

Beneath the hood was a face very familiar to both Aoto and Mukiwa.

”Boss Kiryu...?” Aoto’s lips and tongue seemed to move on their own, softly calling out the name of this brown-robed figure standing before him.

The brown-robed figure... Boss Kiryu, at this moment, held a sheath interlaced with purple and black tones in his left hand, and in his right hand, he invertedly gripped a Tachi nearly 1.1 meters in total length with considerable curvature.

Boss Kiryu used this Tachi, invertedly gripped in his right hand, to thwart the Scythe Weasel’s attack in mid-air.

The purple light Aoto just saw... was from this blade.

The blade of Kiryu’s Tachi was clearly a typical steel color.

Yet bizarrely, under the moonlight’s reflection, the blade emitted a purple gleam.

A mix of astonishment, doubt, and stupor blended perfectly on Aoto’s face.

The happenings unfolding before his eyes were too extraordinary, making Aoto feel that his sense of the surroundings was becoming strangely detached; everything seemed more blurred and distant than before.

Boss Kiryu’s sudden appearance, wielding a blade gleaming with purple light to block the Scythe Weasel’s deadly strike for him and Mukiwa... wasn’t the most shocking part for Aoto.

The most shocking thing for Aoto was the brown robe draped over Kiryu’s shoulders.

Aoto recognized this brown robe... and he might never forget it for the rest of his life.

Back then, it was from the mysterious figure clad in this brown robe that he copied his first Eternal Talent: ”Eightfold Banner of No Regrets”!

Aoto hadn’t yet recovered from the current overwhelming wave of ”astonishment” enveloping him... a new wave of ”astonishment” suddenly and unexpectedly crashed over him once again.

”Demon Sword Vishnu...?!”

The Scythe Weasel, suddenly caught in this bizarre change, displayed expressions more intricate and interesting than Aoto and Mukiwa.

He first seemed to recognize what this purple-glowing sword, intercepting his beloved sword, was. Instantly, cold sweat flooded his face, his throat dryly murmuring ”Demon Sword”.