"One strike and you're done!"
"Iai!"
"Tear!" Two blade shadows ripped through the void, slashing at the night wind from the left and right.
Hikawa Sai once studied swordsmanship under Miyamoto Oichiro, the most skilled samurai in the Miyamoto family.
He began learning martial arts at six, took up a sword at eight, comprehended the way of the sword at ten, and killed a late-stage Body Tempering Realm martial artist at twelve.
He mastered sword energy at the age of fourteen and was able to kill a grandmaster at the age of sixteen.
He dominated Japan for decades, only to be defeated once, and that defeat was to Miyamoto Oichiro.
This time, however, he used his full strength against a boy twenty years younger than himself.
An indescribable burning resentment surged within me.
If we can't kill this kid today, he will definitely commit suicide to uphold his Bushido spirit.
The blade grazed Ye Feng's lower abdomen, tearing a 1-inch-long gash in his clothes.
Seeing that his attack had failed to harm Yefeng, Richuanzhai became even more furious.
"Baka!"
"Does this kid from the Dragon Kingdom only know how to dodge?"
"Do you dare to face my attack head-on?!"
As he spoke, Hikawa slashed down again, but the next second, he saw a smiling face rapidly enlarge in his eyes.
Night Wind was incredibly fast; his knife was swift, but it couldn't outrun Night Wind.
In a split second, Yefeng grabbed the arm of Richuanzhai holding the knife.
"Tear!"
"Snap!"
"ah!"
The screams terrified everyone in the entire hall.
With one hand, Ye Feng tore off one of Hikawa Sai's arms, and the samurai sword fell to the ground with a series of crisp sounds.
It's too terrifying and too bloody!
My hand!
"ah!"
Hikawa screamed, and with his other hand, he grabbed at Yoru's neck.
"Bang!" Night Wind kicked him in the stomach.
The sound of his dantian shattering rang out, and Richuanzhai spat out a mouthful of blood, collapsing straight to the ground.
In less than three rounds, he directly crippled a Grandmaster at the Great Perfection Realm.
A deathly aura shot straight to the top of Kawashima Toshihide's head.
"He! He's not human!" Kawashima Toshihide exclaimed incoherently in fear.
At the same time, a figure wielding a spear darted directly in front of Kant.
His eyes gleamed with a bloodshot light, terrifying and chilling.
The Japanese samurai were all startled by the newcomer, because they could sense that the figure was emanating a bloody aura from time to time.
This is because of the bloodlust that unconsciously seeps out from years of killing.
All those Japanese people combined weren't even as terrifying as that one person.
The Viking, the "Spear of God," has appeared!
Viking glanced at the night wind with amusement, then let out a sinister laugh: "Heh heh!"
"No wonder Mr. Kant sent me all the way from Northern Europe!"
"So you're a master!"
Standing beside Kant, Petrov protected him. Witnessing the terror of the night wind, even this powerful man trembled with tension.
Even after living in China for over a decade and mastering martial arts, Petrov had never seen anything like this.
Those grandmasters were far stronger than the others.
But they were all killed by this kid.
No matter how many of them there were, none of them could remain calm!
"Night Wind! You killed my brother!"
I'll give you a chance!
"Now cripple your cultivation! And I'll spare those two women's lives!"
"Bring them up to me!"
With a shout from Kang De, two men in black dragged Sun Muqing and Su Qianqian out.
A long spear was strapped to Viking's back, its tip gently aimed at Sun Muqing's neck.
With just a slight movement from him, Sun Muqing could be killed in an instant.
"Night... Brother Night Wind! Let's go!"
"Let them go!"
"Otherwise! I won't let you off!" Night Wind stared coldly at Viking and Kant.
Sun Muqing is his Achilles' heel, the dragon's Achilles' heel; to touch it is to die!
Kneel down!
"Did you hear that!" Viking's finger twitched slightly.
A moment later, a trickle of blood flowed down Sun Muqing's neck.
"good!"
"I'll kneel down!"
"Let them go!"
The night wind stopped him in his tracks, and Sun Muqing shouted anxiously, "No!"
"Brother Yefeng! These people won't let me go! Don't kneel!" Sun Muqing shook his head repeatedly, tears welling up in his eyes.
"Hahaha!"
"Kid, I admit you're strong, but today, you're going to die right in front of me!"
"The William family has a particular fondness for torturing and killing the strong!"
"Especially a young powerhouse like you!"
Kant picked up the blade from the ground and thrust it straight at Ye Feng's heart.
"Chirp chirp chirp!"
The next second, three silver needles flew out, carrying terrifying energy, and pierced directly through Kant's forehead.
"you......"
The other two steel needles pierced Viking's shoulder, and instantly, excruciating pain struck.
Viking's shoulder was instantly stained black.
"Poisonous!" Viking's face turned furious.
He hurriedly took out a knife, cut open the wound, and dark blood flowed down his arm.
"Despicable Chinese!"
"You dare hurt me? Die!" Viking swung his spear with one hand, but the next moment, a large hand caught his spear steadily.
Their eyes met, and Ye Feng delivered a whip kick. Viking tried to pull out his spear and retreat, but he couldn't manage it.
Helpless, he immediately withdrew and retreated, putting some distance between himself and the night wind.
You call me despicable! Hah!
"What are you going to do about it, resorting to such despicable means?"
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