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"Not bad, this long and sharp Tachi really suits me. When I leave later, remember to get me a few more."
Chen Tan Hua suddenly pulled the Tachi from the man's chest, a few drops of bright red blood slowly dripping down the narrow blade.
The Flowering Scholar had lived among the Terrorists for a time, so his strikes inevitably carried a hint of ruthless determination. The moment he drew his blade, it was without mercy, and this killing intent made Jufeng shudder involuntarily.
Of course, the purpose of this operation was to eliminate all threats, so not a single one could leave alive from Yuta Shouroku's hands in this Western-style Building.
Jufeng and Chen Tan Hua burst through the door again; the corridor was already crowded. The Fair-Skinned Bear Guard with high cheekbones and the elites of the Yamamoto Clan fought closely together, with people continuously falling and blood spilling everywhere.
The scale of the Yamamoto Clan was even greater than that of Blazing Axe, so their elite fighters were certainly no less formidable than the Bear Guard. Half of those who came to Clotiahaprit Town were ninjas, and half were samurai; their cooperation was quite familiar, and for a moment they did not find themselves at a disadvantage.
Of course, this was under the premise that Jufeng, Chen Tan Hua, and Lance had not yet joined the fray.
The power of European Third was no mere talk; just look at those Iron Arms surging through the crowd like the most skilled oarsman wielding a boat's oar. Even in the face of great storms on the ocean, they could still hoist their sails and ride the winds.
Wherever Lance went, chaos ensued. Iron Arm swung with such force that it felt like thunder descending from the sky; wherever it struck, nothing could withstand it, instantly turning to ash and smoke.
Chen Tan Hua maneuvered among the elites of the Yamamoto Clan; any enemy he set his sights on could not escape a grim fate. However, when he inadvertently caught sight of Lance sweeping through enemies, he couldn't help but exclaim inwardly, "It's like a tank charging into an enemy camp armed with swords and spears—absolutely overwhelming!"
Both were fighting fiercely, yet Jufeng had vanished from sight.
While weaving through illusions, Jufeng did not waste time on ordinary elites. The ultimate goal of this mission was to eliminate Watanabe Ichiro, the Master Wuzong, while preventing any leaks about their plans. Thus, he needed to find this target quickly.
Jufeng had not formally engaged in combat for quite some time. Whether facing Pizza Hut, the elder of Hua Gang, or during conflicts with Lance in Yingguo, he had only offered fleeting glances without fully committing. Even when he first returned to Earth and faced Utada Hikaru's ambush, he still held back; after all, it was Heroic Journey's Five who ultimately dealt with that Vice Captain.
A treasured sword that has not been drawn for too long inevitably loses its luster; without experiencing battle's trials, even warhorses may become mere spectacles. Therefore, Jufeng intended to seize today's opportunity to spar with this grand disciple of Yingguo's Martial Sovereign.
As old rivals, Jufeng genuinely wanted to see how much difference there was between Yingguo's martial arts and Huaguo's.
As he moved deeper inside, Jufeng noticed that the elites of the Yamamoto Clan became increasingly dense. This signaled him to accelerate suddenly; using his feet against the walls of the corridor for leverage, he landed right at the entrance of the innermost room.
Without any hesitation, Jufeng kicked the door open with a tachi he had picked up from the battlefield, doing so in a manner that was both ungraceful and brutally forceful.
"Bang!"
The door swung open, but what awaited Jufeng was a gleaming longsword.
The longsword executed three elegant flourishes at the threshold, attacking Jufeng from above, the middle, and below, coming at him with the speed of a bullet leaving a gun barrel.
Jufeng's gaze sharpened as he spun the tachi in his hand. "Kachikachi Kachikachi!" The sound of three crisp clashes rang out as he narrowly blocked the surprise attack from the longsword.
However, the longsword did not relent. It came down again, transforming its thrust into a slash, the sharp blade suddenly appearing before Jufeng's eyes, as if it were about to slice through his fragile skin and spill blood everywhere.
Yet, the longsword struck nothing but air.
At that moment, Jufeng had already closed in on the Sword User's chest. Due to the cramped space, there was no room for him to wield the tachi effectively. The urgency of the situation left him no time to land a heavy blow on any weak points. With their bodies so close together, Jufeng opted for the most primal method—one that appeared quite barbaric and rude but proved effective in such moments—he charged!
The collision of muscle against muscle made little noise but could not suppress the immense transfer of power. The Sword User was sent flying along with his sword, skidding five meters across the smooth floor before his sword embedded itself into the wall behind him, bending as it halted his backward momentum.
Jufeng had used a forward lunge to propel the Sword User away. Now he stood upright again, holding the tachi casually and calmly observing his assailant.
Jufeng had been through many battles; however, this encounter with a longsword felt like the first since leaving Yanhuang City. Yet, having trained extensively with various weapons during his youth in Yanhuang City, he was well-versed in their lengths and uses. The narrow space had rendered the longsword ineffective at close range, leading Jufeng to choose the best course of action. The results proved that his choice was exceedingly correct.
"Watanabe Ichiro?"
Jufeng spoke a name with an inquisitive tone. The swordsman looked slightly surprised at hearing it but quickly regained composure; if one were to recklessly attack without knowing who they were facing, it could only mean that Brother Ming had indulged himself quite a bit tonight.
However, Watanabe Ichiro stared intently at Jufeng, feeling a sense of familiarity but unable to recall where he had seen him before.
Suddenly, Watanabe Ichiro seemed to remember something and widened his eyes in shock. "You are the leader of Hurricane, Jufeng?"
Jufeng nodded slightly, acknowledging Watanabe Ichiro's guess with a precise response. However, a thought flickered in his mind; he had only asked out of curiosity about his Mandarin skills, yet Watanabe had answered him. It seemed that everyone he met from England could speak Huaguo.
As both men pondered this, a group of elite members from the Yamamoto Clan suddenly appeared behind Jufeng. He tilted his head slightly, catching a glimpse of them from the corner of his eye without turning around, then looked back at Watanabe Ichiro.
Watanabe Ichiro slowly smiled, drawing a long sword that was not deeply embedded in the wall. "Are you surprised that I can speak Huaguo? I can give you an answer, but in exchange, you must answer me one question."
Jufeng thought about the battle outside and noticed the unfriendly expression on Watanabe Ichiro's face. After a moment, he replied, "No problem, ask away."
Watanabe Ichiro said, "I thought my movements were quite discreet, but how did you know my whereabouts? Logically, you shouldn't have been invited by the Saint Envoy."
Jufeng chuckled. "Are Yuta Shouroku's subordinates all as useless as you? Europe is the territory of Blazing Axe; no matter how arrogant the Yamamoto Clan is, they can't overpower the local forces."
Watanabe Ichiro's face turned purple with anger at Jufeng's mocking words. He knew well about Vera and Jufeng's partnership; he just hadn't expected to encounter them here.
Ignoring Watanabe's feelings, Jufeng continued, "Now it's your turn. Please don't give me some nonsense about being a language talent; with your intelligence, I'd be embarrassed."
His flippant remarks were clearly meant to provoke Watanabe Ichiro, who indeed took the bait. For reasons unknown, he actually responded to Jufeng.
"Don't think you can provoke me. With just the Bear Guard and your lot, victory tonight is impossible. I am a gentleman and will give you an answer: before I turned seven, I was always a Huaguo person."
Jufeng was taken aback by this revelation. He gazed at Watanabe Ichiro's calm smile while reflecting on the meaning behind those words. So he was originally from Huaguo but had later changed his surname to an English name for reasons unknown.
Unaccountably irritated, Jufeng felt disdain for someone who would abandon their Huaguo roots for an English name; it was truly annoying.
Like mosquitoes on a summer night, it always provoked an urge to swat them away.
Thus, Jufeng ceased his thoughts and suddenly threw his Tachi into the air before charging at Watanabe Ichiro without hesitation.
In just an instant, he closed the three-meter gap and caught the Tachi perfectly as it fell into his hand. The blade pointed directly at Watanabe Ichiro's heart.
Watanabe Ichiro clearly did not expect Jufeng to strike so suddenly. After all, their side had the advantage in numbers; didn't he consider a retreat?
With a heavy expression, Watanabe Ichiro leaped onto the desk behind him, which was firmly pressed against the wall. He steadied himself and then placed his foot on Jufeng's incoming Tachi.
The weapon was immobilized, and Jufeng suddenly sprang up, astonishingly leaping to a height greater than that of the desk. With one hand clawing like a talon, he grabbed Watanabe Ichiro by the shoulder while using his other hand to block the sword's movement.
As they fell to the ground together, the Tachi remained calmly on the desk, but its hilt was inadvertently touched by Watanabe Ichiro's descending body.
At that moment, Watanabe Ichiro managed to free his sword hand from Jufeng's grasp. Although he couldn't swing the sword at close range, he could still thrust upward.
Thus, just before hitting the ground, the long sword pierced through Jufeng's shirt and broke through the smooth skin underneath.
Blood gushed forth, painting a landscape across Jufeng's abdominal muscles.
Yet Jufeng remained as steady as a mountain, seemingly unfazed by the wound on his abdomen, still firmly holding onto Watanabe Ichiro.
Watanabe Ichiro caught a glimpse of Jufeng's calm gaze and felt his heart skip a beat, an inexplicable sense of danger surging within him.
He didn't notice that his falling body had brushed against the Tachi lying flat on the desk.
Therefore, he could not imagine that the Tachi would flip in mid-air upon being touched, with its hilt switching places with its blade.
In the next second after landing, Jufeng suddenly laughed. Watanabe Ichiro saw that smile and felt a chill run down his spine.
The claw gripping his shoulder suddenly pulled back with force. Watanabe Ichiro had no time to steady himself and was thrown backward by the strength of it.
"Thud!"
The tip of the Tachi pierced through Watanabe Ichiro's chest, stopping just ten centimeters away from Jufeng.
Watanabe Ichiro widened his eyes, staring at the gleaming blade of the Tachi before him, unable to believe the sensation of this moment.
Jufeng moved without hesitation, suddenly snatching the longsword from Watanabe Ichiro's hand. Then, with a graceful spin on the flat ground, he executed three beautiful sword flourishes, just like Watanabe Ichiro had done moments before. The sound of metal clashing echoed as he intercepted the attack from the elite members of the Yamamoto Clan who were attempting to ambush from behind.
Holding the longsword, Jufeng slowly walked toward the doorway, blood continuously oozing from his abdomen, creating a rather horrifying sight.
With each step Jufeng took, the elites of the Yamamoto Clan retreated a step as well. By the time Jufeng reached the doorway, they had already backed up into the corridor.
Jufeng did not look back. He gazed at the trembling elites and spoke in a language they could not understand.
"Fighting requires not only strength but also wisdom. I truly wonder how the Martial Sovereign chose you as his top disciple. It would be less embarrassing for you to die by my hand than to fall to your fellow disciples."
"The Yingguo Martial Arts are nothing but this!"
(To be continued)
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