The moment Kazuma touched the hilt, he felt the pattern on the hilt.

- What a "word".

Bizen Nagafune with a letter pattern is the first time I've seen it.

The moment he held the knife, he had a wonderful feeling with the horse, especially the sound produced by the vibration of the thin blade, which made his ears feel very comfortable.

Although there are many enemies now, listening to this reassuring beep, Kazuma does not feel that he will lose at all.

Why do you feel this way?

And the horse didn't know, and he didn't bother to explore.

He only knows that the knife is in his hand, come and cut one by one, and cut one pair with two.

In order to avoid rash attacks and reveal flaws, he waited for the enemy to move first.

Masaaki Tsuda shouted: "What are you afraid of! There are so many of us! Give it to me! ”

By this time, Kazuma's vision had almost adapted to the darkness, and he saw the new trash fish looking at each other.

Immediately afterward, one of them screamed strangely.

As if infected by this person, there were several other bad boys who screamed loudly together, and then waved the weapons in their hands in an orderly manner and rushed towards Kazuma from several directions.

Moving slightly with the horse, adjusting the distance by feeling, he swung his robe.

Just like those swordsmen in the sword halberd film, when they killed the array and cut the miscellaneous soldiers, the sword light drawn by the horse swept over everyone who rushed over just right, and they were all like they were leaving.

Anyone who plays soldier combat knows that the situation of two halves of a person in the past with a knife actually requires a master + a famous knife, and the bones of people are very hard, and a careless knife will open the gap and get stuck in the bones.

Therefore, in the real sword and halberd films, there are very few scenes of two halves of people passing by with one knife - there is, but it is generally a treatment only available to big bosses.

Miscellaneous battles are all done with a light stroke on the vital artery.

This is also the fighting style of the real swordsmen in history.

With the shallowest wound, it is directly fatal.

What is important is a perfect control of the distance, as well as the precision of the knife.

After sweeping this robe with the horse, I feel that I have played well.

In terms of feel, everyone should have swept it, but everyone didn't cut deeply.

The next moment, the light of lightning flashed outside the window, and the electric light on the third floor was unexpectedly restored for a few seconds.

In just a few seconds, the bad guys, who had just been frightened and slowed down by the sweep of the horse, suddenly found that the extra wound on their arm was rubbing and bleeding.

Then the gang threw away their weapons, covered their wounds, and wailed.

Kazuma glanced at everyone's wounds, a little surprised, he had just scratched the vital point of the aiming hand, even if one or two didn't scratch, the others should have had their pulses cut.

But in fact, the wounds of these people are all in the inconsequential position of the forearm.

Missed?

And Ma frowned, and he had little experience in using real knives, so he made a fool of himself.

When the lights dimmed, the wailing creatures looked like they were dancing with demons.

And the horse took a step forward—yes, a step, and everyone fell silent, and they all moved away from him.

The Bizen Nagafune in his hand still reflected a glimmer of light from nowhere—and Kazuma even suspected that the knife itself could fluoresce.

But no, when I didn't pull the knife off the bench just now, the knife didn't light up.

And the constant beeping.

He Ma has heard a saying in his life that the kind of buzzing sound made by the waving of the lightsaber in Star Wars actually comes from the so-called sword sound: when the peerless divine weapon is used by the right swordsman, it will have this kind of resonance-like trill.

In the previous life, Kazuma must have thought that any sword sound was, but this world is different.

Wama stepped forward again, and the minions stepped back from front of him like Moses dividing the sea.

Tsuda Masaaki shouted hoarsely: "What are you running? A bit of a pole backbone! Don't you have steel pipes in your hands? No matter how powerful his knife is, it is impossible for him to cut the steel pipe, right? Give it to me! ”

As he spoke, Masaaki Tsuda picked up a quadrangular stool and threw it at Kazuma.

The moment Kazuma saw him raise his stool and prepare to throw it, he raised his knife and took on a posture of attacking in the upper section.

The moment the stool was thrown, he seized the opportunity to launch the upper duplex!

After two clean slashes, the seat of the stool was cut into three equal pieces.

At the same time, the force of the slash changed the flying attitude of the stool, so that the stool, which had been split into three pieces, completely missed Wama and landed behind him.

"Why are you magical?" Masaaki Tsuda was a little hysterical, "Cut the stool?" Ha? Cut the stool?? ”

Kazuma did not answer, and walked towards Tsuda Masaaki step by step.

The delinquent teenagers who had been standing between Kazuma and Masaaki Tsuda all retreated into the corner and crowded around the door they had just rushed into.

"Masaaki Tsuda, if you don't die here today, our brother and sister will not have a peaceful birthday. So please die. Kazuma said calmly, as if announcing something that was taken for granted.

Masaaki Tsuda suddenly laughed: "Hahaha! Do you think you won? Do you think you can easily win this way? ”

Before he could finish speaking, he slammed into the desk not far from him—

Kazuma realizes that Masaaki Tsuda's hole card to turn things around is at the desk!

He rushed forward, but he didn't expect Tsuda Masaaki to turn around sharply and rush to the chest of drawers in the corner.

And the horse immediately changed direction and chased after him!

"It's too late!" Masaaki Tsuda shouted as he pulled out a U.S. military-standard M1911 pistol from the middle floor of the chest of drawers......

"Die!" Masaaki Tsuda shouted!

And horses know that no matter how fast a person is, he can't be faster than a bullet.

However, a person can move faster than the muzzle of a gun.

Just dodge the muzzle of the gun before the bullet fires!

It's nothing difficult for the current Wama, especially if the distance is less than four meters.

Two gunshots rang out in succession, the first shot shattering the decorative porcelain hanging on the wall, and the second hit the table—

But there was just no hit and horses.

Kazuma made a Z-shape, dodged the muzzle aiming, and slashed into the grip of the pistol before Masaaki Tsuda pulled the trigger for the third time.

Masaaki Tsuda let out a scream like a pig.

The pistol fell to the ground with a clatter, and Tsuda's fingers were still stuck to the grip.

"My hands!" Masaaki Tsuda clasped his hands and shouted miserably.

Kazuma raised the long knife in his hand, ready to cut off Masaaki Tsuda's head with precision.

"Wait a minute!" Masaaki Tsuda, who was still wailing just now, shouted, "Once you kill someone, you can't go back!" Whether it's the University of Tokyo or the Metropolitan Police Department, your planned future will say goodbye to you forever! And you will also go to the squatting room, and the lawyer of Kanto United will definitely send you to the squatting room! ”

And the horse's hand stopped in mid-air.

Masaaki Tsuda laughed: "Hahaha, that's right! Unless you want to step into the abyss called the Extreme Path, you can't kill me! You can only beat me, cut off a few of my fingers, and let me go! ”

And the horse clenched the knife in his hand.

At this moment, a scene like hell suddenly unfolded in front of him, and he saw that he was dressed in extreme clothes, and a dragon with teeth and claws tattooed on his back.

He saw Chiyoko first become a wine escort and then become a mother-san, and he was heartbroken for the extreme man who came out of nowhere, and finally died tragically in the fire.

He saw that Mikako was married to a wild seed who didn't know where she came from, and she was abused every day and washed her face with tears.

This hellish picture gives Kazuma a million reasons to put down the butcher's knife.

But he didn't.

So what?

If I can cut down the guy who threatened me and Chiyoko this time, then I will definitely be able to do it next time.

If there is a day when I am gone and there is no return, then it is better to go back again.

The only thing I'm sorry for is Chiyoko who was left alone in this world.

Of course, this behavior may not be in line with the so-called goodness.

Even the Bizen Nagafune in Wama's hand is authentic, and it no longer makes a knife sound, presumably because it is a kind knife, right? The slash of the robe just now avoided the vital point, and it was really the reason for the knife, right?

Even so, Kazuma still decided to swing his sword-

He knew that he was going to step into a world of extreme evil, and he turned his last nostalgia for goodness into three words:

south

not

Three

The long knife was raised—

At this moment, the gun went off.

Tsuda Masaaki was in the middle of his head, and there was an instant bloody bullet hole.

He Ma slammed the blade that was about to be cut off, and turned his head to look in the direction where the gunfire came.

Detective Shiratori didn't know when he got into the third floor through the iron gate where the delinquent teenagers were rushing, and he was holding a Japanese policeman's standard pistol in one hand and a police manual in the other hand as a shooting stand, just turning to the page with a chrysanthemum pattern.

"Metropolitan Police Department! The police! Shiratori shouted.

The next moment, the lighting of the entire room was restored.

"Oh, yes, it's fast." Detective Shiratori looked at the fluorescent lamp, then turned his head to the Takayama detective behind him and said, "Takayama-kun, please!" ”

The Gaoshan criminal police pushed away the delinquent teenagers in a daze, came to Hema, glanced at Hema, and said while wearing plastic gloves for forensics: "It's amazing, single person dismantling the group, you are the new legend of the 80s." ”

With that, he used his gloved hand to pick up the pistol used by Masaaki Tsuda and looked at it.

"The offender is in possession of a deadly murder weapon and has the intent to use it, and the Shiratori Police Department is justified in self-defense." After the high mountain criminal police finished speaking, he closed the pistol safety and put it in the evidence bag.

Detective Shiratori breathed a sigh of relief, put away his pistol, and said to the iron door, "Come in!" Take all these bad teenagers away! Injured people are treated. ”

So a large number of police officers in police uniforms poured into the room.

After confirming that his subordinates had started working, the White Bird detective turned his gaze back to Kazuma: "Young man, do you know? We could have taken this guy back and used the time we could have held him legally to ask for some information that we were interested in. Just because of you, he died, and our thread was broken.

"Thank me, no one will drag you back from the gates of hell next time. Now that you've decided to follow the right path, give me the fortitude to get to the end, bastard! ”