The Almighty Martial Arts System - Chapter 272

Clink!

Miyamoto Kazuma’s two katana soared into the air before plunging into the ground three meters away, their hilts still trembling.

Meanwhile, Jiang Fei’s longsword had slipped effortlessly between Miyamoto’s hands and pierced straight through his chest.

The onlookers in the pavilion fell dead silent, their eyes wide with disbelief.

What…

…had just happened?

Miyamoto’s Reincarnation Slash had been an unbroken tide of attacks. Even if Jiang Fei had risked breaking through, Miyamoto had countered by sacrificing defense—crossing his blades in a reverse slash that should have severed Jiang Fei’s arms.

Yet the result was the exact opposite.

How?

Jiang Fei had been on the defensive, pushed to his limits. The reversal was too sudden, too dramatic! Even Liu Yunduo and Su Mengnan, who had stubbornly insisted Jiang Fei would win, had been secretly sweating, their confidence wavering.

Even Yanagi Chika, who had remained composed and aloof until now, was utterly stunned. Her grip on her teacup nearly shattered it as she strained to recall—how had Jiang Fei done it?

That last move had seemed utterly ordinary, destined to fail. Yet Jiang Fei had turned certain defeat into victory.

“How… did you do that?” Miyamoto’s face froze in shock. He glanced down at the sword in his chest, then back at Jiang Fei, his expression a mix of disbelief and confusion.

Even he hadn’t seen it coming.

“My technique… how could you break it?! Impossible! Liu Yunduo tried the same and failed—how could you succeed?!” After a brief daze, Miyamoto’s face twisted into fury.

Jiang Fei smirked, one hand on his sword, the other behind his back. His robes fluttered in the autumn wind as he stood tall, every inch the confident master.

“Why not? Every technique in this world has a flaw. Did you think yours was special?”

Though Jiang Fei’s Nine Swords of Dugu was only at the first layer, it was more than enough to dismantle Miyamoto’s so-called invincible technique.

His earlier hesitation hadn’t been due to inability—only caution. Liu Yunduo’s warnings had made him wary, so he had spent the fight analyzing, memorizing, dissecting every motion of the Reincarnation Slash until its structure was laid bare in his mind.

And then, he had seen it.

The flaw in Miyamoto’s technique was real—a fleeting gap when his hands reversed grip between cycles, a moment where his momentum faltered.

Liu Yunduo had spotted it too, but her understanding of sword-breaking principles had been incomplete. When Miyamoto adjusted, she couldn’t adapt.

Jiang Fei, however, had not only identified the weakness—he had predicted Miyamoto’s countermove.

He had seen the flaw within the flaw.

And so, with one strike, he had shattered the Reincarnation Slash completely.

———

“Miss Ye, this… isn’t appropriate.”

A broad-shouldered man grimaced as he spoke.

In front of him stood Ye Yuanyuan, her large eyes fixed on the duel below.

“This isn’t about ‘appropriate.’ It’s an order,” she said coldly. “If that Japanese bastard wins and still tries to kill Jiang Fei, we intervene immediately. If he resists—shoot him. I doubt even he can dodge bullets.” She paused, then added, “Though he might not even win against Jiang Fei…”

The man sighed internally. What a mess. The higher-ups have always stayed out of martial world affairs, but this young mistress is dragging us into an international incident! Using guns? Even if we save someone, we’ll lose all face!

But Ye Yuanyuan didn’t care about face. She acted on her instincts, consequences be damned.

This was about repaying a debt.

Jiang Fei had helped the Ye family multiple times, even taken a bullet for them. She owed him. And today, she wouldn’t let him die.

When Jiang Fei lunged forward, sword aimed at Miyamoto’s Reincarnation Slash, Ye Yuanyuan’s eyes narrowed.

“Get ready to move!”

But moments later, as the dust settled, she raised a hand—halt.

Jiang Fei had won.

His sword had sent Miyamoto’s blades flying and pierced his chest.

Most of the spectators had wanted Jiang Fei to win but hadn’t truly believed he could. Now, he had shattered their expectations, proving that nothing was impossible.

Cheers and gasps erupted from the pavilion. Even Ye Yuanyuan exhaled in relief, signaling her team to holster their weapons.

Her goal had been to save a life, not earn gratitude. With Jiang Fei victorious, her intervention wasn’t needed.

She considered slipping away before Jiang Fei noticed her. The last thing she wanted was him teasing her about this.

But just as she relaxed—

“Jiang Fei, LOOK OUT!”

Miyamoto, despite the sword in his chest, wasn’t done.

With a snarl, he clamped two fingers around the blade’s tip and snapped it off. Rolling to his feet, he reclaimed his fallen katana in a flash.

Jiang Fei, caught off-guard, barely had time to react before Miyamoto struck again—this time with a third blade.

Drawn from somewhere inside his robes, this sword was shorter, about forty centimeters.

And instead of holding it, Miyamoto clenched it between his teeth.

Kneeling, his two long swords crossed before him, the third gripped in his mouth—the pose was so absurd that even Jiang Fei hesitated.

The crowd erupted in disbelief.

“What the hell is this? Three-Sword Style?”

“Is this old dog cosplaying Zoro from One Piece?!”

“How’s he even gonna fight with a sword in his mouth? Nodding his head like a chicken? That’s some next-level oral skills!”

“Nah, he’s just biting down to cope with the pain. Like clenching a stick during surgery.”

Amid the jeers, some observers tensed. Miyamoto wasn’t one for theatrics. If he was doing this, there had to be a reason.

Jiang Fei, wary but undaunted, advanced—

—only for Miyamoto to explode into motion.

His twin katana spun like windmill blades, forcing Jiang Fei to block. The impact was brutal, locking their blades together in a deadlock.

And then—

Miyamoto’s head jerked sideways.

The short sword in his mouth slashed toward Jiang Fei’s throat.

In that instant, the trap became clear.

Jiang Fei had two choices:

Drop his sword and retreat.

Or lose his head.

But Jiang Fei was no ordinary opponent.

And this fight wasn’t over yet.