Pei Yuanyi was caught off guard. He hadn't expected that I would be able to come to Japan that quickly.
"Save me, Nakamura-kun!"
His voice was filled with panic. Actually, the Pei Family knew that the moment they decided to escape, they had already embarked on a path of no return. Previously, they had only been spies, and had played the role of coordinating from the inside and outside.
If they had a choice, they wouldn't have wanted to take such a risk. However, some people had gotten hold of them, and some clues had been leaked. They had no choice but to take this step. If the higher-ups of Hua Xia wanted to hand them over, the Nihon people might not be able to resist the pressure. To put it bluntly, they had to become the Nihon people's dogs to survive.
Old Pei had repeatedly emphasized that if they were willing to serve them well, it meant that they were still useful. They shouldn't think too highly of themselves.
In the face of Pei Yuanyi's request for help, Nakayama Ichiro was not indifferent. Originally, when they were having dinner together tonight, his father had said a lot of polite words, asking him to take good care of Pei Yuanyi. Because of his special identity, his father did not come to Hongdu, so this task was left to him.
"Don't worry, Pei-kun. You're my brother. I have to save you!
Let's kill him together! "Nakamura Ichiro waved his hand, and the ninjas and samurai charged at him.
Ninjas had an advantage in terms of speed. They focused on skills and hidden weapons, while samurai focused on strength. In this aspect, they were similar to Hua Xia's Qi-Jin and Internal Strength system. Although the Nihon people had some history with these two professions, they lacked the support of martial arts. Eventually, they wouldn't be able to achieve great things.
Actually, it wasn't strange. If we traced back to the origin of Japan, it was definitely related to Hua Xia. Even I, who hadn't learned Japanese, could recognize most of the road signs in Nihon. Although the Nihon people didn't want to admit it, some things couldn't be denied.
Although they were all aggressive, my face was calm. After a few days of cultivation, my power had recovered by more than half. Besides strengthening my body, I would also do things that I loved to do when I had free time. During the process of pleasure, I once again felt the pure Yang energy.
"Six Pulse Divine Sword." I waved my hand, and several highly concentrated energy balls shot out.
Bang, bang, bang.
At that moment, a series of crackling sounds spread out, followed by a muffled groan. Two of the weaker fellows were directly burnt to a crisp, looking indescribably pathetic. Only a few of the more agile fellows managed to dodge the attack and started to attack me.
"Swoosh." The sound of something tearing through the air could be heard as a shining katana slashed towards him.
I didn't move from my original position. I raised my arm and easily blocked the attack.
"Huh?" Everyone looked closely and was stunned. Was this a f * cking acrobatic?!
Especially the samurai who was holding the sword. He was instantly dumbfounded. One had to know that this was a specially forged samurai sword. It could cut through iron like mud. With his strength, there was nothing he couldn't cut. However, this kid caught it with his bare hands. This was too unbelievable!
"Creak." Not only that, but in the next moment, the katana fell to the ground in half.
There was a dead silence in the hall. Most people were wondering if this was the filming location of a fantasy drama.
Of course, the battle didn't stop. One of the ninjas thought that he had used a camouflage technique to sneak behind me and was prepared to deal a fatal blow.
"Humph!" The ninja snorted coldly. He couldn't hide his smugness as a cold light flashed in his hand.
His wishful thinking wasn't bad. Unfortunately, my sharp senses told me that there was a pair of eyes behind me. I didn't turn around. Instead, I grabbed his shoulder and threw him forward.
"Slash."
Even though it was only half a blade, it was enough to split open his stomach. The samurai was still in shock. He was still holding his katana tightly and didn't react in time.
This sneak attack ninja didn't expect that his concealment technique, which he was so proud of, would be seen through. His face was filled with fear and unwillingness. However, it only lasted for a few seconds. His head tilted and he lost his life.
"Gulp."
Everyone couldn't help but swallow their saliva. Some of the people present were natives of Japan. They naturally recognized Nakamura Ichiro. As the son of the mayor's family, he didn't have any good-for-nothings around him. It wasn't an exaggeration to say that the strength of these samurai and ninjas was ranked among the top in the whole of Japan. However, when faced with this young man, Hua Xia, they couldn't even withstand a single blow. They were even played around in circles. How embarrassing!
Was it because the samurai and ninjas of Japan were too weak, or was this person too strong?
However, the more I looked at him, the more familiar he seemed. Soon, someone recognized him.
"I remember now. It's that man!
Yamamoto Ryuji's death was caused by him! "
"Yes, yes, yes. It's him!"