Chapter 419 No Weaknesses

Chapter 419 No Weaknesses

"Table knife..."

Ishikawa Goemon frowned slightly, but he quickly calmed down, and stepped forward holding the Zantetsu sword with an expressionless face, standing two meters in front of Liao Wenjie.

Without the nonsense of Lupine the Third, he can only convince others with reason, and he deeply understands the truth that dignity and face are not given by others, but earned by oneself.

Holding the handle of the knife, Ishikawa Goemon closed his eyes, his mind as calm as water, and strengthened his super senses by sealing the five senses such as eyes, ears, and nose, and turned all his attention from the real world to the inner world.

In Ishikawa Goemon's inner world, the sky and the earth are pitch black, and the linear 'Girard' stands on the water pool. With every breath and every subtle movement, the surrounding air is conducting rhythm, and the water surface is also emitting There are faint ripples that ordinary people cannot catch.

All this was clearly seen by Ishikawa Goemon.

As the inner world becomes infinitely silent, these subtle things become increasingly clear to Ishikawa Goemon's perception.

Capturing, simulating, and analyzing, the lines representing 'Kilard' were sorted out layer by layer, without missing a single one, until all future actions and attack routes of 'Kilard' were deduced.

That ordinary table knife was as precise as a scalpel, splitting his limbs into bloody pieces of flesh...

Saw it!

Ishikawa Goemon suddenly opened his eyes. Under the opponent's strong appearance, there was an arrogant heart. He saw the only loophole left.

I can kill him!

Clang! !

The white light bloomed and disappeared in a flash. After the iron sword was unsheathed, a crisp and sweet sound came belatedly.

The onlookers held their breath and did not dare to take a breath. In their sight, Ishikawa Goemon stepped forward with a sword, and the iron-cutting sword was pressed against Liao Wenjie's neck. The sharp and cold light was blocked by a small table knife. There was a huge gap between the two. But Zhan Tie Jian couldn't make any progress.

"GuluGulu——"

The sound of trouble sounded, and Lupine III subconsciously punched the water. After two seconds of silence, he suddenly thought of something and leaned over to fish Conan out of the water.

"Uncle, you can actually do something to such a cute kid. I misjudged you before."

"What?!"

Ignoring Conan's contemptuous eyes, Lupine the Third quickly passed the blame to Koichi Zenagata, compensated Conan with a special seat, and held him in his arms to watch the peak battle between the two powerful men.

In Lupine III's view, the two were of equal skill, with Ishikawa Goemon having the advantage.

Pure passerby, non-subjective, impartial.

Count Kirard is arrogant and has the arrogant attitude of being the best in the world. He is domineering but also proud. In comparison, Ishikawa Goemon is calm and steady, and his mentality is more than a little mature.

Is it difficult to choose who wins or loses?

"It's so fast. It's so cold. My neck feels chilly."

Liao Wenjie held the table knife in his hand, held it against the edge of the iron sword, and nodded in praise: "Because the delay in the senses will lead to cognitive biases in the brain, so abandon the five senses and only use the mind's eye to swing the knife. Your swordsmanship looks good." He looks handsome."

Because the tone is too exaggerated, the words of praise sound full of ridicule.

"Trouble will disturb the mood and affect the speed of drawing the sword!"

Ishikawa Goemon closed his eyes, and the Zantetsu Sword flashed through the silver light, like thunder and lightning, and instantly struck Liao Wenjie's wrist holding the table knife.

Ding!

Amidst the crisp sound of gold and iron clashing, the iron-cutting sword that can cut all things was once again blocked by the table knife born on the assembly line.

"You said worries can disturb your mood, so what are my worries?" Liao Wenjie was very interested.

"emptiness."

"???"

"Because you are powerful, few things can arouse your interest. Even when you face me, you have never focused on it. This is your trouble. Arrogance will inevitably lead to death."

As he spoke, Ishikawa Goemon continued to swing his sword. The brilliant white light flashed with unparalleled sharpness. It was continuous and as clear and transparent as a water curtain, showing a thrilling beauty.

On the opposite side, Liao Wenjie's block was much simpler and rougher. The table knife turned into an afterimage, and despite the overwhelming attack of the Zhan Tie Sword, he was still unable to take a step forward.

"There is emptiness, but it's not me. I know many beautiful girls, and they are called emptiness..."

Halfway through his words, Liao Wenjie decisively stopped speaking. Now he was an earl, and he always kept in mind the glory of the royal family. His flirtatious remarks were not in line with his majestic persona. He immediately said in a deep voice: "You are wrong, you are absolutely wrong." , my trouble is not emptiness, but anxiety.”

The knife spit out red light, and the flash of majestic murderous intent shook Ishikawa Goemon's mind. It was difficult to maintain calm. Liao Wenjie held the knife in his hand and used a single move to split Huashan and suppress him to the ground.

"anxiety?"

Ishikawa Goemon knelt on one knee, holding the handle of the knife with one hand and the back of the knife with the other, struggling to resist the huge pressure coming through the knife.

The strength attribute has never been his weakness, but his swordsmanship is outstanding. In contrast, his strength instantly becomes a shortcoming, making him a unicorn warrior overall.

"I am too weak, which makes me very uneasy. I am afraid that one day I will be trampled to death like an ant."

Liao Wenjie sighed, seeing Ishikawa Goemon's face full of disbelief, he couldn't help but curl his lips: "You have never seen a real strong man, so you can't understand. If one day, you are pressed to the ground and rubbed like a dead dog, what do you think?" Fight as hard as you want, and you will understand my anxiety."

"impossible!"

Ishikawa Goemon categorically denied that he did not believe that there was still... in the world.

Wait a moment, it seems that there really is a god. The god who suddenly appeared that night was so powerful that he couldn't even bring up the faith to unsheath him. He only dared to unsheath the weak man's cry after the person left.

If it was this god, it would make sense to press Kirad to the ground and rub him.

Thinking of this, Ishikawa Goemon's voice trembled slightly: "Girard, have you ever seen that god who looked up at the sky when facing each other?"

"I don't know who you're talking about, but I'm sure we're not talking about the same person."

Liao Wenjie grinned: "I'm in a good mood today. I want you to enjoy the pleasure of being pressed to the ground and rubbed. It's a rare opportunity, so don't blink..."

"Because people will die!"

After the words fell, Liao Wenjie pressed down the knife in his hand, and the immense force came down, and the floor tiles under Ishikawa Goemon's feet cracked like a spider web in an instant.

Ishikawa Goemon's eyes suddenly shrank, and he had no time to be surprised by his opponent's brute strength. He only felt the bones in his body creaking, and the muscles that were tense to the limit let out a tearing cry.

Bang! Bang!

Liao Wenjie raised his foot and kicked Ishikawa Goemon in the chest. The latter flew backwards and hit a tree that was as wide as two people's arms. He spat out a mouthful of hot blood and fell to the ground limply.

"No, your body is too brittle. Swinging a knife with such a body will only limit your upper limit. If you can survive today, remember to run 10 kilometers every day in the future, and do 100 push-ups, sit-ups, and squats each... …I almost forgot, you must not turn on the air conditioner.”

"Your Majesty, can you become stronger like this?" Among the onlookers, Lupine III raised his hand to speak.

"No, it will make you bald."

"..."xN

There's something wrong with this Count Kilard. It's weird. What happened? He was so domineering just now! xN

"Hey, don't talk nonsense!"

Conan whispered, and when he saw the count staring at him and Lupine III playfully, clicking his tongue while looking at them, he felt panicked.

A long time ago, when he was still 1.74 meters tall, the high-end combat power in his eyes was Mao Lilan. Later, he was hit with a stick by the roller coaster man. His horizons gradually broadened and he redefined high-end combat power, which was roughly on the level of Liao Wenjie and Kyogoku Makoto. .

Today, the combat effectiveness rankings were refreshed again. Kilard topped the list, Ishikawa Goemon ranked second, and Liao Wenjie unfortunately slipped to third place.

The cruel reality tells Conan that football is not omnipotent. If you accidentally enter a high-end game, keep a low profile if you can. Don't jump around in front of the BOSS.

Of course, you still have to push when you need to push, and you still have to shoot when you need to shoot.

"Idiot, didn't you see that I was buying time for Goemon?" Lupine III looked unhappy, holding Conan by his collar and immersing him in the water.

"GuluGulu——"

Three seconds later, Conan was lifted out of the water and spat water on Lupine III's face expressionlessly: "Please don't put me in front when trying to gain time next time. Also, can your accomplice really defeat the count?"

"It can be seen that Goemon has the advantage in terms of mentality and weapons. As long as he can grasp the opponent's weaknesses, the outcome is still uncertain." Lupine III analyzed rationally.

Conan listened carefully, and the crowd of spectators also pricked up their ears, wanting to hear Lupine III's advice. After all, Ishikawa Goemon was their last hope.

"Let's look at our opponent again. Well... the earl has no weaknesses!"

(_)xN

"Isn't that just saying there's no chance of winning?"

Conan ruthlessly complained: "If you want to buy time for your accomplices, why not think about how to save him? The count will definitely kill him in order to clear up the hidden danger."

"Don't worry, it's easy to save Goemon. I've already thought of a countermeasure."

Lupine III was full of confidence and raised his head and said: "If you can't beat them, join them. As long as we collectively surrender, the count will definitely be happy to have a few more doglegs."

Conan: ()

It was his fault, it was his fault to talk to Lupine III.

"Hey, brat, what's your expression?"

Lupine III was furious: "Stop looking down on others, I am very good at shining shoes!"

Conan: ()

That said, he felt comfortable beating his head. Would the earl let him live because of this?

On the other side, Ishikawa Goemon struggled to get up, and Daisuke Jigen, not far away, watched quietly and supported his companions mentally.

It's not that I don't want to help, it's that I can't. I know very well the character of Ishikawa Goemon. Helping him at this time is more uncomfortable than killing him.

Ishikawa Goemon stood up again, his limbs swaying, and he had a concave shape that looked very awkward to others. Because there was a seemingly invisible red light of murderous intent wrapped around the knife, his wrinkled eyes furrowed his brows. It is difficult to maintain the super-sensory state where the mind is as still as water.

If the mind is not calm, there is no way to get out of the sheath, and there is only one way to die.

"What's wrong? Why don't you attack? Or is it because your body is so weak that you can't even hold a knife?"

Liao Wenjie stepped forward slowly, the red light on his knife spitting out like a poisonous snake's nobuko. His murderous aura alternated between strong and weak, locking on Ishikawa Goemon, constantly interfering with his state of mind and throwing his inner world into chaos.

Ishikawa Goemon took a deep breath, recalling the realization he had when facing the gods that night, giving up the thoughts of victory and survival, focusing on all his beliefs and only thinking about unsheathing the Zantetsu Sword.

For a moment, the only thing left in his inner world was the dead water. In front of him, there were ripples caused by his steps, slowly approaching.

"I saw it..."

Ishikawa Goemon suddenly opened his eyes, unsheathed his Zantetsu Sword, flashed his sword in a flash, and hit the falling table knife.

The two intersected, and the sword intent compressed on the Zantetsu Sword suddenly exploded. The brilliant sword light was so dazzling that it was impossible to look directly at it. Daisuke Jigen, who was nearest, couldn't help but press the brim of his hat.

Accompanying the sword light was a surge of energy like a violent storm, cutting through the surrounding area and creating deep sword marks.

The table knife shattered, and Ishikawa Goemon had no time to dodge. He was injured by the scattered sword energy, blood flew out, and he staggered back.

"Earl, your knife is broken, you are still too arrogant." Ishikawa Goemon opened his eyes with a slightly happy expression.

"Are you very happy? It feels like your life has reached its peak?"

Liao Wenjie grinned and threw the broken knife: "I did it on purpose. People cannot stand without trust. I promised you to experience the pleasure of being rubbed. How can I break my promise?"

"???"

A trace of doubt flashed in Ishikawa Goemon's eyes. Suddenly, an endless chill came over him, and a strong sense of crisis arose in his heart.

Liao Wenjie pointed his fingers together into a sword, and his two fingers were wrapped in a layer of red sword light. The bloody color was soul-eating and filled with killing intent that was so strong that it was devastating.

Ishikawa Goemon's eyelids twitched, and the next second, his scalp became numb and his heartbeat stopped.

I saw Liao Wenjie waving his sword finger, the bloody red light soared more than ten meters, and the huge sword blade swept across the palace garden, splitting big trees and boulders in two wherever it passed.

His tired body couldn't keep up with his reaction speed. Ishikawa Goemon held the Zantetsu sword tightly with both hands to defend himself. The moment it collided with the red light, he was unable to resist, and was swatted away to Jigen Daisuke's feet like a fly.

A complete failure.

"Goemon..."

Jigen Daisuke gritted his teeth, unable to bear the death of his companion from serious injuries, and squatted down to press the bleeding wound.

A meaningless battle, both sides are not on the same level at all, it is clearly suicide.

Ishikawa Goemon lay on the ground and looked at the sky, turning on the marquee mode. As a swordsman who has escaped from low-level tastes, his marquee is only pursued by the strong.

Recalling that night, if it is said that God lives in the sky, high above and untouchable, then the Kirad in front of me is the mist dormant on the ground. I thought that the iron-cutting sword could break through the mist, but in the end...

It was broken, but behind the fog was a bottomless abyss, a darkness that swallowed everything.

Ishikawa Goemon cannot make an accurate judgment on who is strong or weak, and it is not important to him, because there is no difference, he can't beat anyone.

"Hey, wake up and don't recall the past so casually."

Daisuke Jigen slapped Ishikawa Goemon in the face, interrupted the marquee, tore off his clothes, and bandaged his wounds.

"The body is still too weak, otherwise I can grind for a while."

Liao Wenjie shook his head, turned to look at a group of O-shaped mouths soaking in the pool, and said in a deep voice, "Now I have the final say in the palace, who agrees and who opposes?"