As someone who prioritizes killing others, I'm forced to stream a death game.

"Challenger?"

Upon hearing Kikuchi's description, Liu Ren revealed a sarcastic smile.

He also reached out and grasped his left wrist, pulling hard to free a pale, single-edged straight sword that gleamed with a blinding sharpness in the setting sun.

After the deathmatch start indicator shattered, neither of them launched an attack immediately.

Liu Ren held the bone knife, which was over a meter long, in his hand and casually twirled it a couple of times. His relaxed and carefree demeanor contrasted sharply with the murderous aura emanating from Kikuchi Dice opposite him.

“I think you might have misunderstood something, Kikuchi dice.”

When the hilt of the sword fell back into Liu Ren's hand, an extremely terrifying sense of danger, like an invisible giant hand, came straight at Kikuchi Dice, as if it had grabbed his entire body in its palm.

The intense feeling of suffocation made him gasp for breath, and his pupils constricted.

Kikuchi Dice once had a similar feeling about someone—a swordsman who challenged other swordsmen everywhere.

Everyone thought that it would eventually suffer an unexpected defeat in its daily challenges to other establishments.

And because of his arrogant and conceited personality, he was killed by a top-level sword master.

But in the end, that person didn't.

Not only did he not, but he also used his years of duels with hundreds and thousands of swordsmen to hone his skills, stepping on everyone as stepping stones to reach the peak that none of his generation of swordsmen could reach.

Kikuchi Dice left a deep impression on that person—

Because he was also a stepping stone for that person!

He still remembers the feeling of facing that swordsman he had only clashed with once in his life.

Even though the other party came to challenge me, they showed absolutely no attitude of being a challenger.

He was extremely arrogant, with an air of contempt in his eyes.

"It is your honor to be defeated by my sword," the man said.

Just as the two sides were about to clash, Kikuchi Dice felt an unprecedented sense of suffocation—his keen combat intuition was frantically issuing warnings.

And indeed, just as he had predicted.

He lost.

They suffered an unprecedented and humiliating defeat.

But what he found most unacceptable was not the defeat in that duel—but that after that defeat, he did indeed do exactly as that person had said.

Because they had fought each other—though the defeat was his—his fame far surpassed his previous one, as that person was renowned throughout Kyushu.

After all, not just any swordsman is qualified to fight against the "Sword Saint".

but!

What makes this trash-like Nine Emperors person think he can be compared to the Sword Saint and make me feel the same pressure?!

Kikuchi thought Liu Ren was utterly worthless, but unconsciously her whole body tensed up and her attention became highly focused.

A hint of fear had crept into his previously strong confidence.

At this moment, the other bystanders who were not on the same path could not know the completely upside-down mental state of Kikuchi Dice in that brief instant.

All they could see was Liu Ren's posture, which seemed completely unskilled in using a knife, and all they could hear were Liu Ren's extremely arrogant words.

Liu Ren's gaze fell on Kikuchi Dice, meeting his intensely nervous eyes. Every word he uttered carried an undisguised contempt.

"—You're the challenger!"

"!"

These words instantly shattered Kikuchi Dice's psychological defenses, causing him to abandon his previous dominant stance and psychological advantage, and he cursed out loud: "You son of a bitch!"

In the next instant, Kikuchi suppressed all the strange feelings in his heart, raised his katana, took a step forward, and revealed the blade.

Among all the spectators, only a very few with a deep understanding of weaponry clearly saw Kikuchi Dice's sudden strike.

Ninety-nine percent of people could only see that the white light flashed and disappeared in an instant, and his position had already changed.

The ear-piercing metallic clanging sound rang out seventeen times in just one second!

Kikuchi Dice pushed his entire body to its limits, as if squeezing out all his potential for the ensuing storm of attacks.

The blade in his hand vanished into thin air in the second second, making the trajectory of the remaining 99% of people impossible to discern.

Everyone felt as if they had suddenly gone blind!

I didn't see anything!

The eyes are clearly open, but it seems no different from when they are closed!

They could only clearly hear the distinct, dense, and unsettling metallic clanging—so loud that few could even count how many clangs there were starting from the second second.

For the viewers in the live stream who knew absolutely nothing about kendo, they all held their breath, their ears filled with the dense, continuous metallic sound of "clanging clang clang clang clang clang clang clang".

It stung their ears.

Kikuchi Dice's face was contorted with rage as he poured all his life's knowledge into the technique, frantically squeezing every last drop of life force from the body.

He has only one thought now—

Kill the enemy!

But to his despair, his swordsmanship, which he had honed throughout his life, was completely blocked by the person opposite him.

If Kikuchi's swordsmanship is like a torrential downpour, enough to drench anyone, then...

Liu Ren's response was like holding up an umbrella, blocking all the rain—

She was even wearing a raincoat underneath.

In the fourth second, Kikuchi Dice desperately realized his limit—he had touched the barrier of his physical body.

This sudden burst of energy, lasting for four seconds, far exceeds what is typical for an ordinary person.

But Liu Ren, on the other side, still had a blank expression.

It was as if, to him, this torrential rain, powerful enough to cut a human body into thousands of pieces, was merely a drizzle.

Kikuchi intended to probe Liu Ren's true intentions with the dice—but he failed to find out Liu Ren's true intentions. Instead, his own true intentions were revealed in full at the fifth second.

From that very second onward, the speed of the Kikuchi dice began to drop drastically.

"Ding--"

Then, an even more piercing metallic clang rang out.

Kikuchi's katana snapped in two instantly.

Half of the blade flew into the air like a throwing knife.

All his movements stopped abruptly after that instant.

Only then did all the spectators realize that Kikuchi Dice's entire body was covered in blood.

The arms and body surface were covered with dense cracks, as if they had been cut by a knife hundreds of times.

The whole person was in a state of "crack".

On the other hand, Liu Ren was completely unharmed, without a single scratch on his body.

"how so……"

Kikuchi knelt down, utterly dejected, all the strength in her body rapidly draining away.

However, compared to the loss of his physical vitality, the blow to his spirit was the greatest.

"My Divine Moon Style... how could... how could it lose... to... a... Nine Emperors...?"

Liu Ren sheathed the white bone knife in his arm, listened to Kikuchi Saki's mutterings, sneered, and delivered another blow: "You don't need to tell me the name of your sword technique—because I'm too lazy to listen, and you, a defeated opponent, are not worthy to mention it."

"you……!"

Kikuchi opened his mouth, about to retort, but everything went black before his eyes, and his upper body fell forward, never to rise again.

"The Sky-Piercing Gang, Liu Ren, wins."

At the moment of his complete death, the atrium system, as always, popped up a cold, floating notification.