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The katana was heavier than Peter had imagined. Although this katana should be about the same weight as his own long sword in terms of size, it weighs more than five kilograms, which is three times that of his own long sword. Obviously, this is a material issue.

Peter had never used a katana, and while a weapon of this weight was not a problem for him, he was clearly uncomfortable with it. However, these minor problems did not affect the situation at all. With just three swords, Peter ended the battle.

Unlike the Silver Samurai's fierce swords, Peter's moves were noticeably less murderous. The parts he attacks are also different. Fatal locations such as the brain, throat, and heart were avoided by him, and the tendons and joints of the limbs, which restricted mobility, were his main focus.

With absolute superiority, Peter didn't mind showing some mercy to his enemies.

After losing his best weapon, Kenichiro Harada's overall threat level suddenly dropped by two levels. If Matt had only had a 40% chance of winning against him before, the bare-handed Silver Samurai might not even be able to beat Peter, who had just started training. While his armor provided excellent defense, its weight became a rather fatal weakness after losing the knife that could have made the difference in a single blow.

The first knife sliced through the Silver Samurai's knee pads, and the Silver Samurai's own armor was not much harder than tofu scum in front of his sword. After a flash of silver light, the silver warrior let out a muffled snort, the ligaments on his knees had been severed, and his whole body suddenly lost his balance and fell to the ground.

The second sword was unexpectedly dodged by the Silver Samurai. Even though he had lost most of his mobility, the slash to his left arm was sideways dodged by him. Peter's knife had sliced off a piece of iron armor from his body, but the body underneath the armor was barely damaged, except for a few pieces of oily skin. This second attack was in vain.

However, the half-worn Silver Warrior no longer had any strength left to dodge or block Peter's third sword. With a burst of silver light and a scream, Kenichiro Harada's left arm was slashed off from the elbow down, and the smooth cut spurted out a large amount of blood in the next moment, staining the entire floor red.

"You... Hehe..."Kenichiro Harada, who was a little weakened by the massive blood loss, coughed violently twice, and there was a hint of hatred in his tone. "Do you still want to humiliate me in these last days? Unfortunately, you missed out on the best opportunity. ”

The familiar fluctuations of energy reappeared in front of Peter, causing his face to change, and the katana in his hand quickly moved towards the heart of the silver samurai. This time, Peter finally moved to kill.

However, he was still a little too late, and when the tip of the sword was less than five centimeters away from the silver samurai's chest, Kenichiro Harada disappeared in front of him. And at the moment before he left, he left a sentence with hatred.

"You'll regret it! This ship will be your burial place! ”

"Defeated dogs are still so rampant, is there any reason in this world." Peter shrugged his shoulders with some regret. He also thought that after this silver warrior was so badly injured, his ability to teleport would be somewhat limited.

But it doesn't matter much now. After losing an arm and his own weapon, the opponent should not be able to turn over many wind and waves. What's more, he also got a good trophy in this battle.

He waved the katana in his hand, feeling a little easier before pinning it back to his waist. He was extra careful when doing this. He didn't have a scabbard now, and the knife was still sharp without the blessing of his power, and the only inadvertent touch of his finger on the blade caused a small wound.

Well, a divine weapon, Peter is quite satisfied with his trophy. In terms of quality alone, this knife that seems to have used some kind of black technology is about to completely destroy the long sword he used just now. What's even more exciting is that he actually learned the opponent's skill from the enemy in the battle just now, and this skill happens to be matched with this knife. Under the high-speed energy vibration of the Force, this katana showed no signs of collapse like the sword.

Speaking of the setting that you can steal the enemy's skills, can you say that you are an eagle eye specialty?

After Huss thought wildly for a while, he forced his brain back on track. After taking a few deep breaths, he immediately continued in the direction of the deck. The fight between him and this cosplay Japanese samurai guy just now didn't take more than four minutes. Matt's battle with the three of them shouldn't be over yet. And the faintly audible sound of gunfire seems to confirm this.

I should be able to catch up.

Thinking of this, Peter immediately ran towards the staircase leading to the deck. And when he was halfway up the stairs, he could clearly feel the sound of gunfire coming from the deck slowly weakening. Ten seconds later, when he finally pushed open the door to the deck, the gunfire had completely stopped.

As soon as the door opened, a smell of blood rushed towards me. Peter had a flash of inspiration and immediately took a step back.

A throwing knife grazed his nose and flew past him, nailing to the wall behind him.

"Well, I'm glad to meet you, too." Peter stretched out his left hand, and the throwing knife that was firmly nailed to the wall flew into his hand. Erica, on the other hand, kicked the corpse away from her hand and walked up to Peter in a rage.

"Bastard, give my stuff back!"

"Hey, hey, hey...", Peter was about to tease, but when the woman, whose clothes were red with blood, walked up to him, he couldn't say anything for a while. With a stiff smile, Peter obediently returned the knife to her.

This tigress is really hot enough. Will Matt really be able to hold down this woman...?

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Less than 100 meters away from them, Kenichiro Harada, who had already removed his helmet, slowly walked into the oversized container that had been repurposed, supported by a subordinate. Blood had stained most of his body red, and his steps were starting to weaken.

One less person... It seems that there were casualties in the face of the other two teams...

Kenichiro Harada sighed to himself, he had underestimated the enemy too much, and he had paid a heavy price for it.

At this moment, a feeling of dizziness suddenly came to his head, making him stumble under his feet. His subordinates quickly helped him up, and by this time, another ninja had already arrived in front of him and opened a chest with a red cross painted on it.

After searching for a few moments, Kenichiro Harada picked up a syringe from the medical kit and placed a tube filled with green potions on it. Aiming the syringe at his neck, he stuck the needle more than an inch long into the vein in his neck without changing his face, and then pushed the syringe to the end.

Call...

His fate was saved.

Ignoring the burning sensation of the potion entering his body, he pondered for a moment before making a difficult decision.

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