"Masashi Desolate, I'm here to kill you."
An indifferent and calm voice sounded in the slightly empty stadium. Except for Masanori Amami, Masanori Amami, and Long Tangwei, who already knew this would happen, everyone else was attracted by this sudden change. The old man on the opposite side also suddenly opened his eyes and looked sharply at the young man walking over.
If the previous scene of the security guard being smashed by the chair only made Han Gangcheng feel confused, then when he saw the Japanese man flying several meters away, his brain was almost on the verge of crashing. This kind of calm feeling, speed, and precision, he didn't even think about it.
In the stands, Fumitaro, Tsuchichi Tetsuya, and the others' mouths were wide open for a long time. Thinking back to their provocation yesterday morning, their palms were now full of cold sweat.
Chen Guxia almost stood up for a time. As an internal member of Yanhuang Awakening, he certainly knew that Jiaming had Jian Suyan as his backer. Now, everyone more or less believed that Jiaming's martial arts should be very good, but even if it was good, there would always be a limit to an 18-year-old youth. At this time, facing seven or eight assassins of Pei Luojia, plus Masashi Desolate, who didn't lose to Minamoto No Yoritomo and other top assassins in Kendo, he actually walked alone without any weapons!
Speaking while walking, no matter how bold and foolish he was, he shouldn't be like this.
However, perhaps Jian Suyan had already reached this point ….
In all kinds of thoughts, the assassins in the stands didn't shoot. On the one hand, since it was a dojo, it wasn't like they didn't come here to challenge them in the past. On the other hand, they were more focused on the people of Takama-ga-hara, Tsuchichi, and the others in the stands. Since Masashi Desolate was below, at this distance, they were full of confidence in this Kendo master.
On the other side, when these people saw the unforeseen event, they also began to be on guard, guarding against the possibility of a fight at any time.
The atmosphere of the entire stadium, after Jiaming's words, was almost compressed into a powder keg that could explode at any time, making people unable to help but feel suffocated.
The next moment, a voice broke this seemingly frozen feeling.
"Baka!"
Directly saying that he was going to kill someone, completely looking down on the other side's attitude. As Jiaming's voice fell, Desolate's disciple on the edge of the field almost directly jumped out. The sound of the katana passing through the scabbard was piercingly cold and clear. The next moment, the katana was like lightning, directly chopping down toward Jiaming's head.
Just this strike, from the moment the katana was drawn and leaped up to the moment the katana was chopped down, the entire movement was swift and smooth. It was enough to see that this person's cultivation base was very rigorous and solid. If Chen Guxia had the attitude of a disciple, perhaps he would have praised this strike greatly.
However, before his blade could slash down, Jia Ming kicked him directly. The blade slid to the ground in front of him. The man's body flew a few meters away and collided with his two companions. Suddenly, the Japanese people around the martial arts arena jumped up one after another. It was also at this time that a thrilling sound of blade trembling resounded throughout the stadium.
"Xin!"
The sharp katana rushed out of the black scabbard like a white dragon. Just as Desolate placed his left hand on the hilt, the Japanese kendo master's body burst out from a quiet kneeling position. His wide brown kendo suit turned into a welcome wave in the air. The sound of the wind breaking sounded like an umbrella suddenly opening in a heavy rain. In less than a blink of an eye, his body had already appeared in front of Jiaming. His whole person was like a taut bow.
His eyes full of fierce killing intent met with Jiaming's smile, which seemed to be completely unresponsive.
The next moment, the crescent-shaped katana flew into the sky!
Originally, the katana was only dragged behind him with one hand. However, the moment his body stopped, his right hand held the back of the hilt as if it was a fulcrum of a spool. His left hand followed the inertia and directly pushed the blade from bottom to top.
It looked like a slash, but in fact, it was like a long whip. Its speed and strength were increased to an unimaginable level at that moment. The spirit of Japanese swordsmanship that determined life and death with one strike was vividly displayed here.
If the reaction was a little slower, not to mention Jiaming's flesh and blood body, even a wall would be cut in half from bottom to top.
However, on Jiaming's side, it seemed to be slow, but it was actually fast.
Jia Ming looked silly, as if something had exploded beside him before the sword light even reached him. The airflow pushed his body to the side, and he was forced to lean his body to the side. The saber light flew past his body, brushing past his chest, the tip of his nose, and his forehead by a hair's breadth. At that moment, his hands were spread wide open, his clothes fluttering, but the smile on his face did not change.
"Desolate …"
As if in a murmur, the katana suddenly retracted, and then slashed toward Jiaming's neck.
From stillness to movement, from extreme movement to retracting the katana suddenly, and then slashing with all his strength again, clean and neat, without the slightest hesitation.
At this time, Jiaming was still in a sideways state. He shrunk his shoulders, lowered his head, and the katana slashed across the back of his head.
"You …"
Before he raised his head, the katana came back from the left to the right. At this time, Jiaming had already taken a step forward, rushing behind Desolate. He raised his left hand and punched.
"Pass …"
It was just a simple sideways movement, but Desolate took a step forward along with the katana. As he turned around, he held the katana with both hands and slashed back.
Jiaming's fist was still in the air, but the katana's edge had already slashed toward his chest.
His body was originally charging in this direction. Although he had stopped, his body still had inertia. At this moment, it looked as if he had taken the initiative to collide with the blade. Seeing that there was no way to avoid it, his upper body actually fell backward like a willow branch blown by the wind.
For Jiaming, Desolate didn't seem to be waving a katana, but a cattail leaf fan.
It was naturally impossible for this kind of Kendo master's full swing to create wind. However, for Jiaming, this was the meaning at this time. When the blade came, his body was automatically blown away by the blade. His arm was raised in the air, so it was naturally impossible to hit the opponent. The katana slashed under his arm, and the tip of the blade was almost close to his chest. At that moment, Desolate's pupils suddenly shrank.
Jiaming raised his left hand in the air, opened his fingers, and clenched them.
"Time …"
Time froze for a moment.
Bang –
Zhen Huang Juan's head exploded like a watermelon …
*****
The gunshot sounded in the center of the stadium and spread far and wide.
No one could have expected this result. Everything that happened was like a dream.
"Desolate, you're outdated …"
Jiaming spoke very quickly. In less than two seconds, Desolate rushed out with his katana. Jiaming dodged to the side, stepped forward, and punched. Then, Desolate's body flew out along with his katana. The only thing people could see was the faint smoke coming out of the muzzle of the pistol in Jiaming's left hand.
Basically, no one could accept this result immediately. Although Tsutomu had always worshipped Jia Ming, she had never thought that this teacher would be able to deal with Masashi Desolate Scroll so cleanly in two seconds. Of course, what followed was an even deeper admiration for him.
Even Masanori Amami, who already knew about Jiaming's background, had a dumbfounded look on her face.
On the other side, Yu Shouxi's mouth formed an "O" shape. His head was tilted, and he looked like a cartoon character in an anime.
As for the others, including Chen Guxia, their minds were in a mess.
Hiding a gun in his sleeve was not a genius plan. With Desolate's cultivation, there was not much difference between a katana and a gun at close range. It could even be said that his katana could be faster than a gun. Just like Jiaming, even if an ordinary assassin opened fire, he had enough reaction time to avoid the bullet's path.
And this result was not caused by a strange plan. It was purely due to speed.
It was too fast.
Every strike of Huang Juan's blade had the confidence to directly kill the enemy at close range. However, Jia Ming still dodged. If it were anyone else, even if they had guns in their sleeves and tried to attack him as fast as lightning, he was confident that he could dodge in time. However … he couldn't dodge them.
It was not that he was too slow, but Jiaming's speed was too fast. Thus, it was a clean shot to the head.
Of course, they were all professionally trained people. Even if it was chaos, these assassins, who were originally wary of others, reacted immediately and pointed the weapons in their hands at Jiaming below.
However, for Jiaming, even this short reaction time might be too long for them.
Just as Desolate flew out, another pistol appeared in Jiaming's right hand. Then, the lighting equipment in the entire stadium lit up in an instant.
It was daytime. Even if these lights were all turned on, it would not be too much of a hindrance. However, the sudden change in the surrounding environment would still cause a burden on people's vision. As the gunshot in Jiaming's hand sounded, his body also stepped back. From the stands, his body suddenly turned into a blurry phantom.
From Chen Guxia's point of view, Jiaming's hands held the gun. When he pulled the trigger, he quickly changed positions and waved his arms as if he had rehearsed it.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Gunshots rang throughout the stadium. The assassins scattered in the stands were constantly bleeding. In the blink of an eye, all eight of them had fallen.
After the gunshots ended, a faint smoke filled the air. Only Yu Shouxi's figure quickly disappeared from the stands. The alarm sounded. The security guards began to rush in from the main and side doors. Jiaming stood alone in the middle of the field. He looked around expressionlessly. Then, he raised the muzzle again.
After Desolate Scroll's disciple, a person's head suddenly burst with blood. Then, a security guard at the door, followed by two kendo disciples.
He casually fired his gun as he walked towards the side door of the stadium …
The slaughter began …
When Chen Guxia and the others came out of the front door, the traffic system in the dozens of blocks nearby was already in chaos. It seemed that the traffic lights had gone crazy from the moment they started driving. The traffic lights turned green when they should have been red, and the traffic lights turned red when they should have been green. Because of the car accident, all the roads, big and small, were jammed. There were no police cars that could come to the rescue at the first possible moment … (To be continued, if you want to know what happened next, go to www.qidian.com, support the author, support the original reading!)