Although Shibai looks very powerful, he is just acting cool subconsciously because of his character. In fact, he has no idea what happened here. Shibai just followed the address provided by Nakahara Chuuya, but when he arrived at the destination, he saw this empty space surrounded by subspace.

Previously, when fighting against Nakahara Chuuya's gravity, Shi Bai had said that he was not strong enough, otherwise, let alone gravity, he could even cut the space apart - in a sense, Shi Bai was probably a perfectionist, and after realizing this, he quickly began to practice this.

Of course, Shi Bai's body is not a real sword. His understanding of swordsmanship and sword art comes more from the sword gods in his own home, as well as the instincts of this body. Even if Shi Bai practices swordsmanship for a hundred years, he is definitely not as good as these sword gods whose bodies are weapons, not to mention cutting through gravity and space.

Shibai used the spells he learned during his time as a judge, and then simulated the sword's energy, experimenting with it bit by bit in his spare time.

Originally, Shibai thought that this thing would not be used in the short term, and could only be regarded as a backup or a means to disguise a sword to defeat the dead god - who knew that it would come in handy today?

Indeed, it is always a good idea to prepare in advance.

"——Well, as expected, at this time, only Chuuya is more respectful. Both Mr. Randou and Mr. Dazai are too disrespectful." Shibai put down the knife and joked casually. The space that was originally cut by him also merged silently again at the moment when he showed his figure.

Lan Tang is a member of the Hong Kong underworld, and can be considered a quasi-cadre member, so Shibai knows him.

The overly pure white appears in this red space, just like a drop of black ink suddenly sprinkled on a piece of white paper, which is particularly eye-catching.

"It's not just the dwarf." Dazai Osamu said with a smile: "Although I roughly guessed that you would appear, Mr. Tsurumaru, but this appearance really surprised me."

I have seen the same script too many times, but Tsurumaru Kuninaga is different. The future written by him is something that Dazai Osamu, who got the book, has never seen.

It's like a bored person who takes a not-so-interesting story and reads it over and over again until he can memorize the story. But when he opens the book again, he finds some differences in the details.

Although it is not a particularly stunning adaptation, it has indeed been changed and is different. No matter how slight the change is, it will give people a bright feeling.

From the perspective of Dazai Osamu today, Shibai's appearance is probably just like this.

"Really?" Shi Bai didn't think too much about it. He always preferred to concentrate on doing something wholeheartedly. Now, what attracted all his attention was the old man holding the big sickle.

Facing that familiar face that should have appeared in hell, Shi Bai smiled with a hint of sarcasm, "How pitiful, my leader."

"When you summoned me five years ago, you never thought that this day would come?" The deep red background seemed to be reflected in the depths of Shibai's golden pupils, and the white hair also reflected this unknown color.

"Sin... It's really a sin. I didn't expect that we would meet in this state in the end." The previous leader's voice was like two pieces of sandpaper rubbing against each other, hoarse and unpleasant. He looked in the direction of Shibai, but his expression did not change much, still looking very calm. "Although I wanted to talk about the past before killing you, it seems impossible to achieve it with this body..."

"Sure enough, my guess was right." Shi Bai looked at the body of his predecessor with a slightly sympathetic look, "If it was the leader I knew, he would have used the same - or even more terrifying - method to break me into pieces the last time we met, or he would have regained control of the Port Mafia..."

"But you didn't do anything similar to these methods. I already guessed it at this time." Shibai looked at Lanbo's position. "Although I have changed masters several times, this leader is not the one I am willing to serve - but no matter what, I was once the sword of Hong Kong Black."

"Although I don't know why you did this, Lan Tang, but..."

Shibai raised his sword and flashed in front of the old man floating in the air at a speed that was difficult for the human eye to detect. The old man made a defensive move in an instant, and the sickle and the sword collided, making the unique sound of iron. Shibai said, "Even if you die at my hands again, let me do my best to drag your body back to hell - it will be more acceptable than being treated like a dog without dignity by outsiders now."

"Really? I feel unexpectedly happy." The predecessor, holding the sickle tightly, laughed vaguely, but Rimbaud was a little puzzled and said puzzledly: "I don't understand, Mr. Tsurumaru."

"The leader in front of you is no longer human. Although the current program still contains his previous personality and memories, this is no longer the leader you know." Rambo said seriously: "This soul is just a piece of waste paper attached to supernatural powers, and this body is just an automatic puppet without a heart or self-awareness."

"I've known about this kind of thing for a long time--" Shi Bai swung his sword vigorously, and the sword emanated clear and sharp spiritual power. When he made his move, it condensed into a sword energy that was visible to the naked eye, like a crane wing. The entire space seemed to be surrounded by crane feathers. It looked beautiful, but in fact it was a killing formation that made it impossible for people to approach.

But unexpectedly, no attack could hit the predecessors, because this space was completely controlled by Rimbaud, and no matter how fast the attack was, it could not cause any harm to them.

"What a terrifying ability." Faced with such a situation, Shi Bai still managed to smile, "If I don't defeat you, I won't be able to kill my predecessor again, but Lan Tang, you will never give me a chance to get close to you, right?"

While Shibai was attacking his predecessors, Rimbaud was multitasking and controlling the sub-space to surround Nakahara Chuuya and Dazai Osamu. Even if Dazai Osamu had the ultimate anti-superpower human disqualification, as long as he controlled the distance between the sub-space where Dazai Osamu was and Rimbaud, then even if Dazai Osamu wanted to attack, he would not be able to attack Rimbaud - on the contrary, it would be impossible for Rimbaud to cause any harm to Dazai Osamu with his superpowers.

Dazai knew this, and if no one cooperated, he couldn't do anything now. So just like watching a play, Dazai sat on the ground when the play started, watching Nakahara Chuuya like a bird trapped in a small space, trying to escape and regain his freedom - a very low-quality performance, and probably no one except him would be bored enough to watch it.

To Lanbo who didn't seem to notice anything was wrong, Shi Bai smiled and said, "But, Lan Tang, do you still remember how I entered this space?"

When Lan Bo slightly widened his eyes, the crane feathers that surrounded Shi Bai but could not cause any damage to this space, like a sharp sword, cut towards the surrounding deep red space. The silver-white light seemed to fill this space, and the crisp and clean sound of the sword hitting and chopping rang continuously. Shi Bai stood in place, controlling the release of his spiritual power.

Unlike Dazai Osamu's ultimate anti-supernatural power, Shibai now just wants to forcibly break through this space - pure and clear spiritual power surrounds everything, and the originally flat space seems to be about to break apart. As long as he persists for a while, it is not impossible to achieve Shibai's goal.

But at this moment, Lanbo sighed slightly, looked at Shibai's position, and said, "Mr. Tsurumaru, I don't want to do anything to you."

"You helped me a lot in the Hong Kong underworld, and I really regarded you as a companion." Rambo raised his head, seemingly calm, but his eyes showed the darkness that the mafia should have. "Even though you may not be a member of the Hong Kong underworld now, in order to prevent you from telling others what you have seen now, although it is a bit embarrassing, I still ask you to die."

The previous leader floated high into the sky, the silver sickle flashing with the silvery-white light of death.

The space was cut off - Shibai's idea was successfully achieved.

But a step faster than this was the large sickle that appeared at Shibai's neck. The front end of the sickle slashed across Shibai's chest, who dodged in time, and the golden chain wrapped around Shibai's body was cut off, staining the pure white clothes with a thin layer of blood.

"Ah, you really scared me." Shi Bai took a step back, and his face finally took on a serious tone: "Lantang Jun, your ability has exceeded human concept, right?"

"In this space, you can control everything... It's not just a simple space, but time is included, right?" As an excellent judge of current affairs, Shi Bai is too familiar with the relationship between time and space.

Almost at the moment when Rimbaud took action, he immediately noticed this subtle change.

Rambo didn't mean to hide it. Perhaps because he thought that Shibai had no chance of survival, he explained directly, "Yes, Mr. Tsurumaru, my special ability is called [Color Picture Collection]."

"I can obtain corpses in the subspace and transform them into superpowers, but at the same time, my subspace is a different world separated from ordinary space. I can control everything in the subspace."

“To manipulate space is to manipulate everything within it.”

Shi Bai leaned back tactically, his pupils slightly dilated, blood spurting outward, staining his originally clean white clothes red. Shi Bai exclaimed: "This is really... an incredible ability."

The most important thing is that this ability is perfect for being a tool for current politics - if he didn't know it was impossible, he would have wanted to bypass current politics and poach someone else.

The author has something to say: Shibai: I really want to take this tool home, it is so useful.

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