Time is pressing, and now it's the enemy's home field, so Matt naturally won't play any samurai honor or anything like that with the enemy in front of him. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 He took a deep breath, and with a soft snort, his figure rushed towards the silver warrior, and the short stick in his hand also borrowed the momentum of this rush perfectly, the point of which contained enough power to shatter a rock.

Facing Matt who was rushing towards him, Kenichiro Harada only made one move: swung his sword and slashed out.

Japanese kendo, rather than the pursuit of the ultimate in skill, is the study of the mysterious connection between the swordsman and the weapon in his hand. There are no prosperous moves, and there are no fixed routines, if a swordsman can perfectly combine the three of sword, qi, and body, then he will naturally be able to cut that perfect sword.

There is no doubt that the man in front of him, who calls himself Kenichiro Harada, has done this.

Needless to say, his strength and skill have naturally entered the ranks of masters. Unlike the lightning that thundered through the sky, his slash was more like moonlight falling from the sky. As if like the aurora that lit up the Guanghan Palace in myths and legends, there was a hint of coldness and tranquility in every move of this silver warrior.

But his knife was fast, very fast.

A tsunami-like sense of crisis came from all of Matt's senses, but he didn't have enough time in mid-air. At this last moment, he could only shift his body slightly, and raised his short stick in front of the moon-like sword light.

Although there is nothing special about the material of Matt's short stick, his carefully crafted multi-purpose weapon is also made of high-quality ingredients, which is enough for him to use all his strength in battle without worrying about the slightest damage from it. However, when the knife slashed at it, a shocking scene happened.

There was no sound of metal colliding, and no frictional sparks. Like tofu dregs, the short stick was silently cut in half under the slash of the knife, which did not slow down even the slightest under Matt's block, and continued to cut towards Matt's chest.

At this time, Matt was completely unable to dodge, and in less than a third of a second, his body would be cleanly split in half by the knife like his short stick.

With a single sword, the samurai named Kenichiro Harada drove Matt to his death.

"This...!" Matt's pale eyes widened, as if that would allow him to 'see' what had just happened. His body twisted unnaturally, as if accepting that he couldn't dodge the knife, and his body had given up dodging, trying to pull down his own enemies at his last moment.

However, a huge force came from his neckline, and his body was suddenly pulled backwards uncontrollably. By this time, the silver warrior's blade had already cut through Matt's skin, and had begun to slice through his muscles and internal organs with the force. However, the force that was pulling him was noticeably faster, directly pulling him out of the range of the knife's attack.

Peter breathed a sigh of relief and put down his outstretched right hand. As the Force withdrew, Matt also fell to the ground. However, he was quick to react, and the moment his body touched the ground, he quickly adjusted and regained his balance.

"Thank you..."Matt gasped a few times, he looked down at his chest, the injury was not serious, the wound was only a little more than a centimeter deep, but if Peter's speed was a little slower, he was afraid that it would be difficult for him to make it back alive tonight.

"If there is no one person before the group starts, I'm afraid we will be very troubled." Peter moved his hands and feet, but the silver warrior did not come forward to pursue. He looked at Matt, who had just escaped from his knife, and then at Peter, who was eager to try, and behaved quite cautiously.

"Superpowers?" There was a hint of confusion in his tone, and Peter, who had already warmed up, let out a sneer.

"Don't pretend you don't understand anything." Peter gestured to the other man's katana. "Didn't you use the same trick?"

"Tricks?" Kenichiro Harada's voice suddenly became agitated, as if Peter had insulted him. "I've been practicing swords for twenty years, but you call my sword way a trick? You are responsible for your language! ”

"Hi Hi! Anyway, between two men, let the other one be in charge... Dude, pay attention to the language you use. At this time, Peter looked a little frivolous, which made Matt on the side frown.

"Be careful, that man's strength is definitely not below mine, and that knife..."

"Well, no problem, I see." Peter nodded. "You go up and help the others, I'll be alone here."

"One... Alone? Matt was a little surprised. But..."

"Don't worry, I can solve him." Peter waved his hand and told Matt not to worry. "I'm afraid the two above need your help even more. Go ahead, soldiers. ”

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At the same time, the sticks and Erica on the deck are also in the midst of an unprecedented bitter battle.

All three ninjas of the Hand Guild are masters of fighting in the shadows, and perhaps none of them are any match for Erica or Stickser in a head-to-head duel, but they take advantage of their numerical superiority in the darkness.

A dark shadow rushed out from front of Erica, and the cold light in his hand struck Erica's throat. Erica sneered, and the iron ruler in her hand also greeted her. The stick on the side also shook his wrist, and the long stick in his hand smashed towards the ninja's head like a poisonous dragon.

However, he had to change his tactics on the impromptu in the next moment, and another cold light appeared behind him, piercing the back of the stick's heart. The stick snorted coldly, but the ninja who sneaked up on him was shocked, and his whole body stiffened under his roar. At this time, the long stick in the stick man's hand had already turned back, and he was about to smash the man's head to pieces in the next moment.

However, a small black thing appeared in front of the stick. Smelling the familiar smell of gunpowder, the stick's expression changed. He took a quick step back, and the long stick in his hand changed direction again, smashing into the little thing, sending it straight into the air. And in the next moment, a grenade that flew out at a distance of less than two meters suddenly burst in mid-air.

The loud sound made the stickman's face pale for a moment, and if he hadn't expected it, the violent sound would have been enough to hurt him intensely if he hadn't expected it beforehand. He took a deep breath, and the long stick in his hand was splashed by his dancing water, blocking all the pieces of iron fired by the grenade without leaking.

However, by the time he finally managed to deal with the attack and was ready to fight back, the enemy had disappeared without a trace. Not only did the two people in front of him flee in the chaos just now, but even the guy who was fighting Erica had already distanced himself, and it might be difficult to catch up with him in a short period of time.

And in the next moment, dense gunfire rang out from all around them, and the rain of bullets composed of hundreds of bullets completely submerged their position.