Chapter 187: A Complete and Utter Mockery and Crushing
To avoid accidentally killing Atomic Samurai with a single wave of his hand, King crooked his finger, signaling for Atomic Samurai to make the first move:
"Come on, hit me with your strongest attack. Let me feel your swordsmanship."
In reality, King's primary objective at the moment was to first gauge the power of Atomic Samurai's techniques to determine his level of strength.
Hearing this, Atomic Samurai's first reaction was to feel insulted. He, a great swordmaster, a publicly recognized Sword Saint, was being asked to strike first!
But the moment he remembered that the person standing opposite him was King, this sense of humiliation instantly vanished.
Fine... Since I am the weaker one here... it is only right for me to make the first move...
"In that case." Atomic Samurai slowly drew the long sword at his waist. The moment it left the scabbard, a sharp, dazzling cold light deeply pierced their vision:
"Then, King, please brace yourself. This is my ultimate killing move, Atomic Slash!!"
Atomic Samurai took a step forward. The sword in his hand instantly transformed into a series of afterimages dancing through the air. The sharp blade slashed out tens of thousands of times in an instant, and countless sword marks appeared on King's body.
Discovering that King hadn't defended at all and had simply taken all his Atomic Slashes with his bare body, Atomic Samurai widened his eyes in shock, even biting through the toothpick in his mouth.
Are you kidding me?!
Facing the The Strongest Man on Earth, Atomic Samurai had been fully prepared from the moment he attacked, constantly guessing how his opponent would respond.
He had thought that King might rely on his supreme understanding of martial arts to block every single one of his Atomic Slashes.
He had also thought that King might use his overwhelmingly powerful strength to forcibly interrupt the execution of his Atomic Slash, preventing him from even using this ultimate move.
But the one thing Atomic Samurai had never considered was that King would actually withstand all his attacks without making any defense whatsoever.
King lowered his head, looked at his clothes which didn't even have a tear, and couldn't help but ask in confusion:
"Hasn't it started yet?"
Only then did Atomic Samurai realize that not a single wound had appeared on King's body.
He instantly deflated. His high-ponytail seemed to droop at that moment:
"It's already over..."
Huh?
This time, it was King's turn to be unable to hold back.
Seriously, dude, you actually attacked?
In King's perception, he hadn't even sensed the slightest hint of an attack landing. It was as if gentle breezes had lightly brushed against him.
Atomic Samurai's all-out Atomic Slash couldn't even cut King's clothes, leaving not a single trace behind.
King no longer wore ordinary clothes. His garments were now manifested from his energy, requiring no cleaning and being countless times tougher than regular clothes.
After all, he didn't want to end up naked after just any random fight. Ordinary clothes were ultimately too fragile in terms of hardness.
King fell silent.
He had thought Atomic Samurai might be weak, but he hadn't expected him to be *this* weak.
"Uh... maybe you should try again?"
Faced with King's somewhat awkward tone, Atomic Samurai felt a surge of blood rushing from the soles of his feet to the top of his head. His hand gripping the sword hilt unconsciously tightened.
Am I really this weak... Do I really have no chance whatsoever to shake this man before me...
No!
I don't believe it!
I just haven't found my own path of the sword! If I can find my own "Way"! I might still have the power to fight!
Atomic Samurai's resolve gradually solidified within. A true expert must have a heart that believes in their own invincibility. No matter who he faces, he must believe he is the strongest.
For someone seeking to forge their own path of the sword, they must possess the courage to charge forward unwaveringly. They cannot shrink back because of a setback like this!
Thinking this, Atomic Samurai raised his blade high once more, enunciating each word clearly, his gaze as sharp as Sword Energy:
"Then King, please enlighten me!"
Atomic Slash!
Tens of thousands of slashes erupted once again. Countless sword marks gleaming with a cold light streaked through the void, instantly blanketing the sky and earth as they surged towards King.
This time, King did not choose to withstand them with his body again.
Perhaps in the eyes of ordinary people, Atomic Samurai's sword couldn't even be seen as an afterimage. He could slash tens of thousands of times in the blink of an eye, reaching an extreme of speed.
But in King's eyes, every single one of Atomic Samurai's sword swings was like a slow-motion replay. Even the direction of his muscle exertion and the focus of his gaze were displayed in minute detail before him.
This was an absolute, overwhelming superiority in reaction and strength.
Immediately, King extended a single finger. Each time Atomic Samurai's blade came slashing towards him, he would gently deflect it with his fingertip.
After one Atomic Slash, Atomic Samurai froze completely in place, his expression utterly petrified.
A wisp of breeze blew by, stirring up the yellow sand on the ground. The rustling sound echoed in the air.
Atomic Samurai's robes, styled like those of a wandering swordsman, were gently lifted by the slow wind.
The next second, his sword suddenly emitted a sharp, metallic *clang*, then instantly shattered.
Amidst the Flying everywhere of metal fragments, the corner of Atomic Samurai's mouth slowly curved upwards, his eyes filled with unwillingness and helplessness towards himself.
Did I still fail...
He turned his head, looked at King who wore a strange expression, and deeply bowed his spine:
"As expected of the legendary The Strongest Man on Earth. To have broken my Atomic Slash in such a manner... Atomic Samurai admits defeat."
This time, Atomic Samurai was truly convinced.
From Atomic Samurai's perspective, he saw clearly that every single one of his slashes had been gently blocked by the other party with just one finger, and this result persisted for over ten thousand consecutive slashes.
This could only mean one thing.
That was, the other party never considered him an enemy at all. From start to finish, it was a complete and utter mockery and crushing.
How tragic this was. For a great swordmaster, it was even more tragic and laughable.