The name of the great swordsman begins in Okehazama.

The moment Changqing smashed through the paper door, three naginata swords came hurtling towards him.

Amidst the flying sawdust, he rolled to the side, the blade grazing his back and slicing through the screen behind him.

The room was set up like a tea room. He kicked away a low table, blocking several enemies, and then Changqing broke two naginatas with a single stroke.

"Surround him!"

The voice of the red-armored general came from the courtyard. Footsteps grew more frequent under the eaves.

The moment the first samurai approached, Nagayoshi thrust out his sword, piercing through the screen and into the samurai's throat.

A second samurai attacked from the side.

Changqing drew his sword and spun around, the blade drawing an arc, blood splattering everywhere, but Changqing dared not close his eyes.

He felt a surge of heat in his eyes...

In the blood-blurred vision, the enemy continued to pour in!

Don't get entangled in a fight!

Changqing kicked over the tea kettle, spilling boiling water, and the warriors instinctively dodged.

He rushed into the cubicle and quickly rubbed his eyes.

"Snap!"

The entire lattice door wall collapsed.

Changqing rolled into the next room.

This is the library, with shelves full of scrolls, the scent of ink washing away the stench of blood in my nose.

The pursuers dared not give chase directly, but instead encircled the area from the outside along the corridor.

At that moment, Changqing heard shouts of killing coming from behind the wall further away.

Could it be that there are reinforcements for the general nearby?

He slashed through the wooden wall opposite him and crawled through.

As soon as he crawled inside, he smelled the pungent stench of blood, which for a moment made him think he had returned to the Forest.

In this space, which is about thirty tatami mats in size, there are at least a dozen corpses lying on the ground, and only one living person—Ashikaga Yoshiteru.

The general in charge of the campaign against the barbarians was wearing light armor. He stood in the center of the room, with seven swords stuck in the ground in front of him.

Each one is an extraordinary piece.

What he holds should be "Mikazuki Munechika", one of the Five Great Swords of the World.

These are all treasured swords from Ashikaga Yoshiteru's collection.

Yi Hui looked up at him, his eyes eerily calm.

"Mori Nagayoshi. What brings you here?"

"I originally came to resign, but I never expected to benefit from your help..."

Ashikaga Yoshiteru said with a wry smile, "This has nothing to do with you. You'd better run! While I can still chop people up..."

Changqing naturally wouldn't be buried with the general, and was about to flee when he heard footsteps all around him.

Oh no, it seems we've stumbled upon a general by accident, and now we're completely surrounded.

Only by joining forces can we have a chance to survive.

Since history has changed, maybe there are reinforcements from the outside?

Even a famous sword will dull if used too many times, and blood will congeal on the blade, making it increasingly difficult to draw.

Changqing put away the Soza Samonji and casually picked up a knife from the ground.

Ashikaga Yoshiteru raised his eyes slightly but did not blame him.

"This sword is called the Great Prajna Long Light. Use it well..."

The red-armored general's roar echoed through the courtyard: "Charge in! Leave no survivors!"

Dozens of armored warriors rushed toward the breach connecting the library to the adjacent room.

Three spears thrust in side by side, blocking Changqing's space to dodge left and right.

"Back off!" Ashikaga Yoshiteru shouted, his Mikazuki-shu wielding the blade with the force of a mountain cleaving. Where the blade passed, the three spearheads snapped in two.

Taking advantage of the momentum, Changqing charged forward and swept down the two men at the front with a single slash.

Blood mist filled the air.

The two stood back to back, tacitly understanding each other.

The moment their backs touched, a second wave of enemies rushed in from three directions.

Even in the confined space, Yoshiteru's Mikazuki Munechika still displayed exquisite swordsmanship: parrying, deflecting force, and counterattacking were all executed in one smooth motion, with each strike aimed straight for the throat or heart, making it a precise art.

Changqing, on the other hand, was even more unrestrained, and the Great Prajna Long Light in his hands was like a whirlwind sweeping away leaves.

In just a dozen or so breaths, five or six more bodies fell against the wall.

Yi Hui touched his cheek and felt as if something was stuck to his face. He picked it off with his fingers and rubbed it, discovering it was bone fragments.

He couldn't help but glance sideways, thinking: Even if you gave this guy a stick, he could still chop someone to death.

The number of enemies, however, seemed endless.

"This can't go on!" Changqing gasped for breath, a gash on his left arm from the naginata. "They'll wear us down."

"There's no other way; it'll be even harder to fight if they escape!" Yi Hui shouted.

Seeing the piles of corpses inside the house, the enemy found it difficult to approach.

A shout came from outside from the red-armored general: "Tear it down! Tear down all the surrounding doors and walls!"

The sound of wood cracking followed one after another. In less than ten breaths, seven or eight huge lattice doors were lifted up by the warriors, forming a shield-like formation, and slowly pressed into the room.

Yi Hui died using this tactic in history.

The barrier formed by the gates and walls completely sealed off any room for maneuver. The samurai hid behind them, only thrusting out their spears and naginatas through the gaps.

"Retreat to the corner!" Yi Hui retreated while slashing his sword to deflect the spear tip that was thrusting from the side.

A naginata finally broke through Yoshiteru's defenses, sparking as it scraped against his shoulder armor. The general swayed, and Nagayoshi immediately filled in, unleashing a powerful cleavage of his Great Prajna Long Light into the door panel, cleaving the panel and the general in two.

However, the force applied during the strike was too great, and the blade became stuck in the broken wooden board.

"Let go!" Yi Hui shouted.

Changqing decisively discarded his sword and bent down to pick up another precious sword from the ground.

Shorter and lighter, it's perfect for close-quarters combat. He had just straightened up when he saw Yoshiteru's Mikazuki Munechika pierce through a samurai behind a door.

His breathing became heavy without him realizing it, and his throat felt parched. Changqing knew that this battle could not last long, but he had no choice but to persevere.

Yoshiteru's forehead was also covered in sweat. He was worried about whether Hosokawa Fujitaka and Ogasawara Nagatoki were still alive, and whether his retainers would come to his rescue.

"There are seven left."

He glanced at the remaining treasured sword on the ground, as if counting how many more lives he could exchange for.

There was a moment of silence outside the door.

"Release the arrows!"

The order came too suddenly.

A dozen arrows hurtled through the air. Yoshiteru parried with his sword, but Mikazuki Munechika swung his sword, creating a curtain of light that deflected the arrows.

But an arrow pierced through the latticework of the gate!

"laugh!"

The arrow pierced his thigh. Yi Hui groaned and immediately lost his balance.

That's it, this is going to be even harder.

Changqing rushed forward and swung his sword, severing the arrow shaft.

The enemies behind the door erupted in cheers: "He's wounded! Charge!"

The barrier suddenly dissipated, and the warriors, no longer afraid, rushed forward in a frenzy.

Changqing, driven mad by this desperate situation, stood in front of Yihui, wildly wielding his precious sword and felling three men in succession.

Amidst the net of blades, a cold spear had already pierced his chest.

"clang!"

Mikazuki Munechika severed the spear shaft from the side. Yoshiteru actually stood up again. His face was pale, but his hand holding the sword remained as steady as a rock.

"I can still fight..."

His legs were still trembling slightly.

Changqing looked at the red-armored general outside the courtyard.

Capturing the leader is one approach. But the enemy is too cunning, directing from afar, making it impossible for us to break through.

He looked at a wall behind the general, where a heavy rattan bow was hanging.

If he had arrows, he was confident he could kill the enemy general within a hundred paces, but now he had no arrows at all, and not enough opportunity to draw his bow.