Just as the cold light of the blade was about to touch Zhu Moxie's forehead, his ankle twisted slightly, and his entire body tilted down at an unnatural angle. However, he stopped steadily in mid-air and did not fall to the ground.
He narrowly avoided Hosokawa Masahara's full-powered slash.
Hosokawa Masahara's lips curled into a cruel smile. The blade was less than a centimeter away from his head. In the next moment, this hateful guy would be cut in half and his blood would splatter on the spot. He would let these ignorant Chinese people have a good taste of the power of the Japanese samurai.
Suddenly, his vision blurred, and that guy actually disappeared in front of him as if he had teleported.
Hosokawa Masahiro's body rushed forward too quickly. Without a target, he lost his balance and crashed straight into the marble floor.
"Baka! Stop!"
Hosokawa Masahara was scared out of his wits. If he directly hit the cold ground, he would be disfigured even if he didn't die.
With a furious shout, he raised his wooden clogs and forcefully rubbed them against the ground for nearly a meter to stop his body from falling.
He panted heavily, and a thin layer of cold sweat appeared on his forehead. Just as he staggered and wanted to straighten his body, a mocking laughter entered his ears.
"A bastard should have the awareness of being a bastard.”
Pa!
Zhu Moxie suddenly reached out and slapped Hosokawa Masahara on the back of his head. His body, which had not yet stabilized, was shot out like a cannonball, knocking over several stalls. His face crashed onto the ground and rubbed against the ground. He only stopped after wiping for more than ten meters.
A ten-meter-long gash was left on the ground.
There was a brief silence in the crowd, followed by cheers that soared into the sky.
"Hahaha! Good job, kill this bastard!”
"Young master is really amazing! He must be the legendary hero!"
"Great Ming is mighty, long live Great Ming. Those who offend our Great Ming will be killed even if they are far away!”
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The crowd, who had originally thought that they would see Zhu Moxie's blood splattered three feet away, had already closed their eyes. They did not expect such a shocking reversal to occur in a short breath.
That kind of instantaneous toppling over at the extreme distance and maintaining the toppling over was not something that a human skeleton could do.
Only Shang Ming, Dragon One, and the others weren't surprised. This was the result of Zhu Moxie's ten years of physical training.
Skin tempering, tendon tempering, and bone tempering. After all of them were completed, the sublimation brought about was enough to surpass the limits of the human body and make all kinds of unbelievable postures.
"The legendary face-slashing. I've broadened my horizons today.”
Zhu Moxie smiled as he walked over to Hosokawa Masahara and stepped on his back, preventing him from getting up.
In the next second, he said in a gloomy and cold voice,"Bastard, when you hit my Lady Da Ming, did you think that her face would hurt?”
"Uh…Ha…How dare you treat me like this…Do you know who my father…is?”
Hosokawa Masahiro felt as if his face was on fire, and he felt a heart-wrenching pain. He wanted to curse, but he opened his mouth. When he was about to hit her, he tore his wound open again. It was so painful that he immediately swallowed the curse.
Helpless, he actually used the most classic method of fighting his father!
When Zhu Moxie heard this, he was slightly stunned. Then, he burst into laughter.
In the Chenghua years, there was actually someone who wanted to compete with him for a father?？
Wasn't this fellow a scammer?
While Zhu Moxie was laughing wildly, Hosokawa Masahara quickly got up with a face full of shame and anger, although no matter how angry he was now, he couldn't show it on his face.
The collision just now had caused his face to land on the ground. His nose had completely collapsed and blood was flowing out. It was obvious that his nose bridge was broken.
The faces on both sides were also violently rubbed. Damn, and the flesh was badly mutilated. It would probably take a year and a half to recover. Even if it recovered, it would probably leave behind a shocking scar.
Hosokawa Masamoto felt the expressions of those who looked at him from all directions as if he was looking at a monster. He roared hysterically and pointed his sword at Zhu Moxie, who was laughing so hard that tears were flowing out of his eyes."Despicable and shameless scoundrel, you actually used a sinister move to sneak attack me. It wasn't done by a warrior. I want to duel with you! I'll kill you head-on and wash away my humiliation!”
"Tsk!"
A wave of orderly boos rang out, and everyone looked at him disdainfully.
This guy seemed to have used the same trick to deal with the Butcher just now. Why didn't he say anything about the path of a warrior at that time?
As the saying goes, people don't care about their faces, but trees don't care about their bark. Hosokawa Masahiro didn't seem to be as furious as before, as he turned a deaf ear to the thousands of disdainful boos.
Hosokawa Masahiro's eyes were malicious as he said,""Do you dare to bet on the dignity of the Great Dongying Empire and Great Ming Empire to fight me one-on-one?”
When Zhu Moxie heard this, he stopped laughing and looked at him playfully. He teased,""You?"
Hosokawa Masahara's breathing became hot and rapid when he heard such disrespectful words. He got up and said in a hoarse voice,""Just me!"
The corner of Zhu Moxie's mouth curled up. He stretched out his index finger and slightly curled it a few times. He said calmly,"I'll give you three moves."
"Baka!"
Hosokawa Masahara's suppressed anger completely exploded. He glared at the man and shouted with all his might. He stomped his right foot and shot forward like a bullet.
In just a breath, he was less than three meters away from Zhu Moxie.
Just as Zhu Moxie was planning to use the same trick to make him fall down again, Hosokawa Masahara's body suddenly disappeared like smoke.
"Ninjutsu?"
Zhu Moxie's pupils contracted slightly. This wasn't the first time he had seen such a method. He had also killed a few Japanese ninjas during his mission in the future.
"Behind us!"
Bang!
With a muffled sound, Hosokawa Masahiro's eyes were wide open like a bull's, and a white palm was right in front of his chest.
The reason why the Killing God was called the Killing God was that there was absolutely nothing that he could not break through the methods he had seen before!
"Pfft…"
Blood sprayed everywhere, and Hosokawa Masahara was injured by this light backhand palm. He muttered in disbelief,""How could the Japanese Ninjutsu be broken so easily…"
Zhu Moxie smiled disdainfully and mocked,""It's just a trivial technique derived from the Qimen Dunjia of the Celestial Dynasty. It's ridiculous to think that it can defeat the authentic martial arts of the Celestial Dynasty.”
Hosokawa Masahara's face was ashen. He had gambled on the dignity of the Great East Ocean Empire, but he couldn't even take a single blow. He instantly felt despair.
The only way to save Japan from shame was to commit suicide.
Thinking of this, he suddenly held the knife and stabbed it into his abdomen!
"Lord Smart Ball! Elegant!"
There were still three chapters to go, so let's eat first.。。
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