"Slash ~~" This was the sound of a long saber being unsheathed.
"Pu chi ~~" This was the sound of a knife cutting into flesh again.
"Chi ~" This was the sound of blood spraying.
After a few seconds, Xiong Fu San Lang fell to the ground, rolling left and right. He covered his face and chest with both hands, crying and cursing loudly,"It hurts! It hurts! It hurts so much!"
After cursing, Xiong Fu San Lang seemed to have eased his pain. He slowly got up, and with the help of the hazy moonlight, one could vaguely see the reason for San Lang's scolding.
Bear Saburo only had half of his left ear left, and there was a deep wound on his left cheek. The bone in his jaw seemed to have been split open, and the opponent's last attack hit his chest, diagonally cutting his right cheek in half.
Xiong Fu Saburo was almost cut in half by his opponent. Fortunately, none of these injuries were fatal. This was the essence of Xiong Fu's martial arts passed down by his father, Xiong Fu's Left Guard. On the battlefield, no one could avoid being injured. If one wanted to survive, they had to exchange their non-fatal injuries for the opponent's fatal vital points.
As for his opponent, Sugoro Nagayoshi?
Yongji Shugoro held his waist and kidney with his left hand and knelt on the ground with a long knife in his right hand. His face was filled with disbelief. He had actually lost to a stinky brat, and judging from his injuries, he was going to die here.
He opened his mouth, but all the strength in his body seemed to have been sucked away. The scenes of his life flashed in front of his eyes. He fell heavily on the ground. He seemed to see his wife and his daughter, and then he saw them fall into the rubble of the ninja's ninjutsu. He thought of the scene on the day the King fired him. The ninja guarding the King looked at him with a sneer as if he was trash. Then... When he saw Xiong Saburo's overly young face, he revealed a mysterious smile. His vision darkened. He was dead.
Xiong Fu Saburo stood up and bowed respectfully to Sugoro's corpse. This was an excellent opponent, and also an opponent worthy of respect. A respected opponent was worthy of him defeating him in a head-on confrontation.
This duel was also Xiong Saburo's good fortune. If it wasn't for the strong wind that had blinded his opponent's eyes, he would have been able to see his opponent even if he didn't open his eyes. He would have been able to shift his body the moment they clashed. But even so, Xiong Fu San Lang was almost cut into two by his opponent's Blind Slash.
"It's indeed a big city to be able to climb the city. There are really crouching tigers and hidden dragons!”Saburo Xiong tore off his clothes and bandaged his wounds as he sighed.
Then, Xiong Saburo seemed to think of something and blurted out,""Old ghost Xin Tian!"
Since he had already killed his son and the experts of their organization, this was the time when the Shinta Group was at its weakest. Anyway, they were already fighting to the death. As the saying went, if you didn't kill the snake, you would be bitten instead. Now was the time to cut the weeds and remove the roots. He still had his family in this city, so he couldn't let this disaster live.
As he thought about it, he used the chakra that he was not very familiar with and quickly ran towards the patrolling officers who were watching the show.
The patrolling officers who were watching the commotion from the side saw Xiong Fu San Lang jumping towards them. There was a commotion, and a few people beside him had already started to sneak outside.
"Calm down!" The leader of this group of patrols, a man in his thirties, shouted loudly. He then jumped onto the roof, placed his hand on his saber, and shouted at Xiong Fu San Lang who was running over,""Stop, we are just patrolling, we have no ill intentions, we didn't see anything!”
Xiong Fu San Lang stopped in the midst of his rapid running. He was still not very familiar with the control of chakra, so he took a few steps forward. When he heard this, he was a little surprised, but he still asked,"Who knows who that old ghost Xin Tian is? Where is he?"
When the man heard this answer, he was slightly stunned. His eyes could not help but look at another group of people hiding on the left.
Xiong Fu San Lang followed the person's gaze and saw another group of people hiding. The person in the lead indeed looked like a hunchbacked old man. He nodded at the man in his prime and said,"Thanks!"
After saying that, he charged towards the crowd where the old man was.
This time, Saburo's target was indeed correct. This old man was the leader of the Shinta Group, Shinta Keiji. Seeing Saburo rushing towards him, Shinta's tear-stained face was filled with horror. He was about to call for the people around him to rush forward, but he found that his followers had already run away.
At this moment, Noshida Keiji's heart turned ashen. Not long ago, he saw his son fall to the ground and stop breathing. He had just experienced the pain of sending his son away, and at this moment, he was about to welcome the end of his life.
He pulled out the long knife in his hand and mustered up his courage to shout at the opponent who was attacking him,"Come on! Come on!"
Xiong Fu Saburo looked at the old man in front of him, whose face was covered in tears. His hands, which were holding the long knife, trembled non-stop, but there was no pity in his heart. Since he was already an opponent, he should not regard his opponent's life as a person. He tilted his head and sized up the old man's weaknesses. He slowly paced on the roof tiles.
Noshida Keiji was already old. No matter how glorious he was when he was young, his loose muscles could no longer support his wanton killing. However, when he raised his sword and was on guard for a moment, his hands were already trembling. Cold sweat had already appeared on his body, soaking his clothes.
The moment the sweat flowed into Team Leader Xin Tian's eyes, Xiong Fu Saburo made his move. With a " Chi La " sound, Xiong Fu Saburo had already sheathed his sword behind Old Man Xin Tian. This time, the Team Leader Xin Tian Keiji, who had dominated the slums for more than ten years, was dead!
After a long time, Shi Zhenqiao Mao, the leader of the patrol team who could climb the city, looked at the old man whose left neck had been cut off. He rubbed the stubble on his chin and hissed,"Another killing god has come to climb the city!”
After saying that, he did not care about the corpse of Noshida Keiji lying on the ground. He shouted to the busy attendants behind him,"Stop dawdling. Move the body away. We can go back and search for the money on it. Sigh, sigh, sigh. Don't fight with this little money!”
After that night, Kumamoto Saburo became famous in Noto City. He was called by the survivors of the Shinta Group as…
Gui Sanlang!
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