In the dimly lit kendo dojo, warriors wearing the uniform black uniform of the imperial society sat on all four sides.
There was only one dim light illuminating the center.
The venue is spacious enough for anyone to show their skills.
The warriors looked at Jia Xin, who was dressed simply and had no aura of strength at all, and couldn't help but sneer in their hearts.
Of course, the members of the Imperial Court who possess the spirit of Bushido are not allowed to underestimate any opponent.
Their faces were all very stern. When they saw Jia Xin coming, they stood up in unison and saluted him.
A normal person would retreat and be terrified just by seeing this momentum.
After all, those who can watch the battle here are all top masters in the palace, and the deterrent power they emanate can make it difficult for people to breathe.
But a heartless man like Jia Xin would not be frightened by this scene. He grinned foolishly and leaped into the center of the dojo with his hands behind his back.
"You guys, can't you change the light bulbs to brighter ones when guests come?"
Jia Xin asked in a deep voice, looking at the light bulb hanging on the ceiling more than ten meters high and still squeaking and shaking, and felt it was ridiculous.
But none of the warriors standing around responded. They stood there with their heads held high and chests puffed out, their faces grim.
"Really? Are your Red Daily rates very expensive?"
The response to Jia Xin was still dead silence.
A deep voice like an ancient bell came from the darkness: "You are the first person who complains about the dim lighting in our dojo. Interesting."
Gong Guita walked over barefoot with a faint smile on his old face. The wrinkles on his cheeks were squeezed together, but it still did not affect the excitement in his eyes.
Because it has been a long time since anyone dared to challenge him.
The smile on Gong Guita's old face was like that of a fox, with a treacherous air coming from him.
"Hello, President!"
The warriors who had been pretending to be mute just now bowed deeply to Gong Guitai, and the arrogance they had when facing Jia Xin just now disappeared.
"Your Yan dialect is quite good." Jia Xin said with a smile.
“After all, I went to Yan Country when I was young, and because of the mission required, I studied hard for a few years.
I do miss my friends who are sleeping in Yan Country...It is my lifelong regret that I have not been able to bring their souls back to Hongri."
Gong Guita sighed, a trace of pain in his eyes.
"Want to know why the dojo always uses such dim lighting?"
"I don't want to know." Jia Xin shook his head decisively.
Gong Guitai paused, he never expected that Jia Xin could be so calm.
Still want to stop yourself from showing off?
Then I pretended to be strong and continued to move forward, with a gloomy tone:
"It's because I don't want my opponent to clearly see his blood spilled in the dojo. That seems too cruel. It can also be understood as mercy from the world's strongest man."
"Hey! I told you I didn't want to know anymore, but you're still talking non-stop, you old man."
Jia Xin was truly impressed by this self-righteous Red Sun man.
I've lived for so long, but I've never seen anyone so shameless.
Finally walking onto the dojo, Gong Keita raised his skinny hands and said, "Sit!"
Like well-trained soldiers, the warriors knelt on the ground in unison.
"You are my 20,000th challenger. I sincerely thank you for making my 20,000th victory possible."
"Tell me, I can satisfy one of your conditions. Either I can give you three moves, or I can give your family a huge sum of money after you die... As long as you ask for it, I will try my best to satisfy you."
Gong Guita put his elbow on the Guiziqier at his waist and stretched out a finger: "Of course, only one. Don't be greedy."
He didn't feel any sense of danger from Jia Xin in front of him.
As long as the fighting ability is strong, the senses will be very sharp.
You can tell a person's true strength almost at a glance.
The guy in front of him seemed so weak that he could not even take a single blow, and Gong Guita did not take him seriously at all.
It only takes one move to deal with him.
"Well, then ask someone to change the light. I'm old and my eyesight isn't very good."
Gong Keita: "..."
Someone was sent to replace the lamp, and the entire temple was illuminated.
Gong Guita also saw Jia Xin's appearance clearly.
Although he has an upright posture, his kind face doesn't reveal any strength.
Gong Guita held the Guiziqie tightly on the handle of the knife in his hand and turned it gently.
"This knife is called Devil's Cut."
Guiziqi is under the control of Gong Keita.
"The blade is so sharp that it can cut through everything in the world. It is a real killing weapon. The souls killed by the devils can almost fill up the entire hell..."
"Stop talking nonsense and get started." Jia Xin still had his hands behind his back, with a slight smile on his face.
"Hmph, whatever. But this battle will be boring."
The skinny palm rested on the hilt of the knife.
Clang...
The sharp sound of the sword being unsheathed echoed throughout the dojo.
I saw that Gong Keita had turned around and was making a gesture to put away the knife.
A white light flashed, followed by Jia Xin's tragic scream.
At some point, Jia Xin's entire body was split in half diagonally, and blood gushed out onto the gray floor and seeped into it.
His eyes were filled with fear and confusion.
"Tsk...boring. The 20,000th challenger has been defeated!"
Just as Gong Guita was feeling bored and was about to leave, Jia Xin's voice rang out.
"The speed of the knife is a little slow."
Gong Guitai widened his eyes in surprise, slowly turned his head, and saw Jia Xin still standing there, looking at him with his small eyes, as if teasing.
"How is that possible?"
Looking at the body lying on the ground, Gong Gui was shocked.
What happened was really too weird.
The person falling to the ground was not Jia Xin, but someone from his palace.
So how did Jia Xin do it?
The warriors sitting around also had solemn expressions and were stunned.
I clearly saw Jia Xin being killed by the president with one sword, so how did the body become someone else?
"How did you do that?"
"The guy who calls himself the strongest man in the world must be presbyopic, right? That's why he can't even tell who he killed."
Jia Xin pointed at his neck and smiled playfully: "Aim carefully and chop here. You must move your knife quickly, or you won't be able to chop off my head."
"Don't make a fuss, I will satisfy you naturally."
"Aim for your neck..."
Gong Guita exuded a horrifying aura, and the strong murderous intent made everyone present shiver.
He pulled out the Guiziqie completely and pointed the blade at Jia Xin's throat.
"Behead!"
Amid the flash of swords and sabers, a line of blood gushed out and a head was cut off and flew into the air.
Gong Guita turned his wrist slightly and shook the blood on the knife to the ground. Looking at the bloodstains on the ground, a satisfied smile appeared on his face.
"I won't make the same mistake again this time."
The headless body slowly collapsed into a pool of blood, splattering blood all over the sky.
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