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…… "Wow, it's the match between Teacher Lin Luo and Setsuna, this looks pretty interesting," the three students gathered around, watching the two on the stage, said excitedly. "Who do you think will win?" "Well, Setsuna seems very strong, but Teacher Lin Luo is incredibly formidable too.

It's hard to say." "Then let's cheer for both of them." "Right, but speaking of which, quite a few people from our class are participating in this competition." "Strange, why haven't they started fighting yet?" "Because Xiaosha and Teacher Lin Luo are on good terms, haha." "Even if they're on good terms, they still have to fight; this is a competition." The girls chatted amongst themselves, voicing their opinions.

…… "Hey! I'm talking to you two, are you going to fight or not?" Kasumi Asakura, watching from not far off, saw the pair chatting instead of competing.

Since they were speaking softly, she couldn't hear what they were saying, instantly sparking her curiosity.

However, hearing the cheers from the audience, and driven by professional duty, she had to step in as the host and remind them. "I apologize, we'll start right away." Setsuna immediately looked utterly apologetic.

Since she couldn't figure things out, she decided to let go of the doubts clouding her mind.

The girl, dressed in a maid outfit, raised her wooden sword toward Lin Luo. "Teacher Lin Luo, I hope you won't hold back.

Let's both give it our absolute all." Facing an opponent of Lin Luo's super high caliber was vastly different from fighting Asuna, a beginner in combat.

Setsuna dared not use the comical broomstick again.

Although she knew defeat was likely inevitable, she wanted to lose only after unleashing her full potential.

Thus, she specifically found a wooden sword that felt almost identical to her usual katana, 'Yūkaze,' hoping to maximize her ability output. "Understood, I won't hold back," Lin Luo smiled, though inwardly he thought: If I went all out, I could knock you off the stage in one second.

As for the outcomes of these four semi-final matches, Lin Luo could see them clearly with just a glance; the results were essentially predetermined, with virtually no room for variables.

However, what mattered to Lin Luo wasn't the outcome, but the process.

The result was merely victory or defeat and that ten million prize money, but the process was ever-changing and unpredictable.

Under such circumstances, the result was irrelevant; enjoying the journey was paramount. "Setsuna, come at me." Lin Luo flicked his hand, and a wooden sword instantly appeared in it.

His spatial pouch was nearly infinite; anything he could conceive of using was inside.

Since he had mastered swordsmanship proficiency, he naturally wouldn't lack items like wooden swords or real katanas.

This was a perfect chance to spar with Setsuna. "Then I won't be polite." Setsuna gripped the wooden blade tightly, standing poised.

In that moment, she was completely immersed in the fight, her focus sharper than ever, with nothing in her sight but her opponent. "Shinmei-ryū Secret Art...

Rock Cutting Sword!" Setsuna opened with her ultimate finishing move.

The wooden sword swept horizontally, carving a semi-circular arc.

Despite being wood, it still generated a biting sharpness that instantly shot toward Lin Luo.

Lin Luo felt that this strike could indeed cleave stone easily.

If she had been holding a real blade, cutting steel would have been effortless.

Setsuna's strength had indeed been making quiet, rapid progress during this time. "Very well done," Lin Luo said with an appreciative smile.

He swung his wooden sword in a straight downward slash, easily bisecting the visible edge of sharpness, then swiftly closed the distance, swinging his wooden sword upward in the same motion.

Setsuna's expression changed.

She knew conventional attacks wouldn't work on Lin Luo, hence the immediate use of her secret art.

She had hoped that meeting blade-to-blade, coupled with striking first, would at least force Lin Luo to defend.

To find him countering her attack with an attack of his own—both his swordsmanship and the intensity of his slash were superior to hers—was unexpected.

Truly, this man's level was extraordinary! Though shocked inwardly, Setsuna would not surrender yet; this level of attack was not enough to render her completely unable to resist.

She flashed backward rapidly, parrying Lin Luo’s blade with a glancing blow that played off his momentum.

Using that force, her entire body moved like a streak of lightning, flashing behind Lin Luo as she swung her wooden sword again. "Shinmei-ryū Secret Art...

Hundred Fierce Cherry Blossom Slash!" Setsuna was undeniably using her full power.

The moment her wooden sword cut through the air, countless wind blades erupted, forming a white spiral that swept toward Lin Luo in a rushing torrent, completely sealing off all angles. "This girl...

interesting." Lin Luo felt a small surge of excitement.

To be honest, purely in terms of sword technique, he might not actually surpass Setsuna.

After all, she had dedicated over ten years to this art, whereas he, despite his swordsmanship proficiency, had never practiced deliberately, relying only on speed and power.

If external conditions were removed, a pure sword-to-sword contest, he might not win.

Then let's compare techniques...

Lin Luo grinned, dropping all defensive power.

He let the wind blades rake across his body.

Though it stung a bit, his current physique rendered the force utterly harmless.

Then, sensing the trajectory of the wind blades, Lin Luo crouched slightly and swiftly drew a circle with his wooden sword. "Hundred Fierce Cherry Blossom Slash!" Exactly the same.

Lin Luo executed Setsuna's secret art, meeting wind blade against wind blade.

With a heavy thud, the two opposing forces collided and instantly vanished into nothingness. "This...

how is this possible?!" Setsuna stared, dumbfounded.

She could accept and understand if Lin Luo’s swordsmanship was better than hers, but to completely mimic her technique in an instant—how could a human accomplish such a feat? "Getting distracted during a fight is unwise." Hearing Lin Luo's voice, Setsuna snapped back to attention.

She saw him advancing toward her, body leaning forward, the back of his blade resting near his waist, his right elbow slightly raised.

That stance? Setsuna's heart leaped.

Without thinking, she retreated quickly, and then... "Rock Cutting Sword!" Lin Luo unleashed her ultimate move again, the semi-circular, biting blade pressing forward.

He truly replicated her moves perfectly, and with greater force than her own.

Just what is this person...

At this point, Setsuna was overwhelmed with shock.

If it happened once, she might attribute it to luck, but repeated successes proved this was absolutely abnormal.

Of course, she understood her own techniques better than anyone; injuring her wouldn't be that easy. "Teacher, why are you using my techniques?" After dodging the strike, seeing that Lin Luo hadn't immediately followed up, Setsuna finally succumbed to her curiosity and asked.

Lin Luo smiled faintly. "My ability allows me, through physical experience, to sense and mimic others' sword techniques to a certain degree.

The weaker the opponent, the more perfect my imitation.

Conversely, if the opponent is stronger than me, the imitation becomes more difficult." "Such an ability exists!" Setsuna felt tremendous disbelief.

If that were true, wouldn't Lin Luo be the nemesis of every swordsman? Lin Luo naturally knew what she was thinking, but that was impossible.

Although his swordsmanship proficiency allowed mimicry, merely copying without forging one's own path was inferior.

The most important thing was to mimic and then surpass.

However, with Lin Luo's current power, achieving that transcendence might be difficult.

Even if his rendition of Setsuna's move was stronger than hers, that was purely because Lin Luo himself was vastly stronger than Setsuna overall. "I concede," Setsuna sighed.

She couldn't continue.

Although the result had been set from the start, this progression was still somewhat disheartening.

Skills she had painstakingly mastered over a dozen years were learned by someone else in less than a minute.

It felt deeply unfair. "Setsuna, what is your strongest current technique?" Lin Luo asked. "Uh, Teacher, why ask that?" Setsuna looked confused but answered honestly. "The Hundred Fierce Cherry Blossom Slash is the strongest secret art I have learned." "I see," Lin Luo nodded, then inquired, "Then would you like to learn the top-tier techniques of the Shinmei-ryū, such as the Second Katana, for example?" "Second Katana?!" Setsuna gasped in shock. "Th-This is impossible! I am merely at the lower ranks of Shinmei-ryū; I would never have the chance to learn such a supreme skill." "I'm not asking if you can learn it, but if you want to learn it," Lin Luo smiled gently. "If you wish, I can teach it to you." "Teacher knows the Second Katana?" Setsuna exclaimed. "Well, I know a little.

Remember that time during the school trip when we spent two days at the Kansai Jujutsu Association? I sparred briefly with Konoe Eiin then, and I managed to 'borrow' that move from him." Setsuna was rendered speechless.

If Lin Luo said he knew the Second Katana, he certainly wasn't lying.

Frankly, how could she not want to learn such a technique? But the problem was, "But if I truly learn this, what if the Shinmei-ryū finds out..." Setsuna looked troubled. "What are you afraid of? You didn't learn it from them; you learned it from me.

If they want to pursue it, they can come find me.

If you feel too guilty about it, just modify it slightly," Lin Luo said nonchalantly. "Modify it?" "Mm." Lin Luo nodded, suddenly recalling a neat idea he'd once seen.

He chuckled mysteriously. "I'll demonstrate it for you right now." Saying that, without waiting for Setsuna's reaction, he gripped his wooden sword, slightly bent his body, and aimed the blade edge toward the nearby lake. "Watch closely, this is the Demon Slaying Sword..." The blade swung out, a white arc of light like a raging dragon instantly splitting the stage and cleaving the lake water in two, sending a massive column dozens of meters high into the air, while the name of the technique had changed. "...Today is the fixed lifetime marriage anniversary blade for the Lady—Deluxe Experience Edition!" Setsuna was utterly mortified.