The Almighty Martial Arts System - Chapter 264

The Spinning Cyclone Slash of the Two-Sword Style was nearly flawless—a relentless, overwhelming technique that surged forward like an unstoppable river, refusing to cease until its enemy lay defeated.

Generally, there was only one way to break this technique: overwhelming force.

No matter how refined the Cyclone Slash was, if the opponent’s swordsmanship far surpassed its wielder, a single decisive strike could shatter it. This was the martial principle of “overpowering skill with sheer strength.”

When Liu Yunduo had fought Miyamoto Fujino, Miyamoto Ichizen’s top disciple, she had crushed his Cyclone Slash with absolute superiority—though part of that was due to Fujino’s incomplete mastery.

But against a perfected Cyclone Slash, brute force alone wouldn’t suffice. If Liu Yunduo tried that now against Miyamoto Ichizen, the only outcome would be her being minced into pulp by those ceaseless blades.

So instead, she chose another path—finding the flaw in this pinnacle technique of the Two-Sword Style.

Not overpowering it, but outsmarting it.

She could attempt this for two reasons:

First, her prior duel with Miyamoto Fujino had given her insight into the Cyclone Slash. As the saying went, “First time unfamiliar, second time natural.” She already understood its rhythm.

Second—and more crucially—she had learned from Jiang Fei.

Jiang Fei’s “Nine Swords of Dugu” was arguably the finest sword art for exploiting weaknesses in an opponent’s techniques. Its core philosophy lay in a single word: “Break.”

Break saber forms. Break sword forms. Break fist forms. Break palm forms.

After her battle with Jiang Fei, Liu Yunduo had gained immense insight—not just in skill, but in grasping the essence of his swordsmanship.

She hadn’t reached the realm of “no technique surpassing all techniques,” but she firmly believed that no sword art was flawless. Find the weakness, and victory would follow effortlessly—just as Jiang Fei had defeated her in the Central Martial Arts Hall with terrifying ease.

“Break!” Liu Yunduo hissed, her wrist flicking as she halted her retreat and lunged forward.

Though Miyamoto’s Cyclone Slash remained an impenetrable whirlwind of steel, her eyes burned with focus. In the 0.1-second gap between his alternating slashes—just as his hands switched grips—her sword shot forward like a lightning strike!

At this moment, she was like a lone boat braving a storm, threading the one narrow path through towering waves. Success meant victory; failure meant annihilation.

Every spectator held their breath, eyes locked on the duel. When Liu Yunduo counterattacked, hearts leapt into throats—this was the decisive moment.

Either she shattered the Cyclone Slash, or she was dismembered by it.

“Queen Alliance Leader, you HAVE to win! Don’t lose to this damn Jap!” Su Mengnan, the usually flippant playboy, was now red-eyed, fists clenched, veins bulging on his forehead.

Even the cold-faced Yamamoto Wakamizu was tense. She had miscalculated.

She’d assumed Liu Yunduo, while stronger than her senior brother, was no match for her master. The duel should’ve ended within ten moves—hence her earlier plea for mercy.

But now? Liu Yunduo was pushing Miyamoto Ichizen to his limits.

“How is she this strong? Senior Brother said she was only slightly better than him! But this…”

For the first time, Yamamoto felt a sliver of doubt for her master. She shook her head, teeth gritted.

“No. Master’s Spinning Cyclone Slash is invincible!”

Then—it happened.

Like a meteor piercing the storm, Liu Yunduo’s sword found that microscopic gap and thrust toward Miyamoto’s chest!

Whoosh—CLANG!

THUD!

The blade slipped through—but the follow-up collision of steel rang out.

A second later, Liu Yunduo’s waist exploded in crimson. The slash had torn through her robes, leaving a gruesome wound. A fraction deeper, and she’d have been bisected.

Blood sprayed from her mouth as she was sent flying. Miyamoto pressed forward, his twin blades whirling again.

SHINK!

Too injured to dodge mid-air, Liu Yunduo barely raised her sword—only for it to be knocked away, while Miyamoto’s other blade severed the tendons in her wrist.

“ARGH—!”

A choked scream. Her sword hand was crippled—permanently.

Miyamoto had shown “mercy” by not amputating it, but this was a fate worse than death for a swordsman.

Liu Yunduo had lost.

Her gamble had failed. Miyamoto’s skill ran deeper than she’d anticipated.

She wasn’t Jiang Fei. She hadn’t mastered the Nine Swords of Dugu—that peerless art that grew stronger against stronger foes. Against a superior swordsman, her attempt to “break” his technique was doomed from the start.

And so, she fell.

Crushingly. Brutally.

By all rights, Miyamoto should’ve sheathed his blades. The duel was over; his opponent was broken.

Yet as Liu Yunduo hit the ground, he struck again.

“Is this death?”

No fear flashed in Liu Yunduo’s eyes—only bitter regret.

She hadn’t fulfilled her vow to conquer Japanese swordsmanship. She hadn’t avenged her father. To die here, now—unforgivable.

She’d dreamed of defeating Miyamoto Ichizen, then crossing the sea to challenge every master in Japan.

But that dream was ending before it began…

With a shuddering breath, she closed her eyes.

SHINK! SHINK!

Two muffled cuts—but not to her neck. Instead, searing agony split her cheeks.

“ALLIANCE LEADER!” Su Mengnan and the others charged forward, catching Liu Yunduo as she crumpled.

Her face—once ethereally beautiful—was now mutilated. Twin gashes ran from her cheekbones, flesh flayed open, blood drenching her features.

And that wasn’t all.

Her wrist. Her legs. Her abdomen.

Everywhere bled.

“YOU OLD BASTARD! I’LL KILL YOU!” Su Mengnan roared, lunging blindly.

But a weak grip stopped him—Liu Yunduo’s remaining functional hand. She shook her head faintly.

Miyamoto Ichizen’s face remained impassive. No pity. No triumph. Just ice.

“You scarred my disciple’s face. Today, I return double. The debt is settled.”

“SETTLED MY ASS! I’LL BOMB YOUR WHOLE DAMN COUNTRY!” Su Mengnan rasped.

Miyamoto’s blades vanished into their sheaths—then his palm slammed into Su Mengnan’s chest.

THUD!

The playboy shot backward, blood vomiting from his mouth.

Without another word, Miyamoto turned and strode away, Yamamoto Wakamizu trailing behind.

Once outside, Yamamoto’s cold demeanor melted into elation.

“Master, I knew you were invincible!”

But from an angle she couldn’t see, Miyamoto Ichizen wiped a trickle of blood from his lips…