Humanity's weapons have changed dramatically in just four centuries. The swords and bows and arrows that once dominated war www.biquge.info pen ~ fun ~ pavilion have finally reached their ultimate after thousands of years of development, and are gradually replaced by guns powered by gunpowder. In the 21st century, a man with only two weeks of training can defeat more than two battle-hardened medieval knights with a pistol. And if he had automatic weapons, that number could have multiplied by four or five times.

However, as a purely ranged weapon, the distance advantage of a firearm can be easily taken away if the user is deprived of vision. In true melee combat, the advantages of firearms over traditional melee weapons are not obvious. With similar lethality, they are relatively less agile and almost completely incapable of blocking enemy attacks.

And Peter and Matt's actions are a good illustration of this.

Despite the fact that there were more rooms and cover on either side, three or four men armed with automatic weapons were able to hold the place in the corridor less than three meters wide, and their firepower was enough to repel Matt and Peter, who had no decent means of long-range attack, but as darkness fell, the dozen or so crew members who had come to support quickly fell into a panic.

Quite a few began to shoot blindly in the direction of the engine room where Peter and Matt had been, while many more hesitated for fear of hurting their companions. After losing the vision, the advantage of numbers turned into one of the weaknesses of the opponent.

Peter and Matt, who will not be hindered by the darkness, will naturally not let this go.

Matt rushed out from behind a nearby cabinet, rope shooting out of his short stick, firmly binding the calves of the person closest to him. He jerked, and the man fell to the ground in a scream. Under Matt's deliberate control, the back of the man's head hit the ground first, and the violent impact immediately made him faint.

His companions around him were in a state of confusion at his exclamation, and the two guns suddenly erupted with dazzling tongues of fire. However, without knowing Matt's exact location, their accuracy was pitiful. After they poured all the bullets out of the magazine, Matt had already circled to the other side of the corridor and started a new round of attacks.

And Peter's way... Be more direct.

Removing a steel plate that was nearly a centimeter thick, Peter rushed straight at the group. With his foreknowledge, all the bullets that flew towards him were blocked by him, leaving only a few slight dents in the steel plate. Less than a second later, he was already in the crowd, making the other party have to be afraid of his companion when shooting at him.

At this time, Peter undoubtedly did this. With the blessing of the telekinetic power, his two punches successfully knocked down the two people who rushed up, and one of them was even knocked by him by more than two meters. The men farther away finally saw Peter's figure in the distant light, and their pistols fired at Peter, but their bullets were easily bounced off by Peter's improvised shield. Peter's eyes lit up and he stretched out his right hand.

The breeches of the pistols burst open at the same time without warning, and their stunned owners did not react for a moment, their fingers still subconsciously pulling the trigger.

In the next moment, Peter had already rushed to their side, raising the steel plate in his hand. The weight, which weighed nearly ten kilograms, turned into a rather effective weapon in his hands, and after only a few swings, the men in front of Peter fell in a scream.

Before he could catch his breath, another eerie feeling came from behind Peter, and someone had already aimed a gun at him. Before his brain could react, Peter's body was already moving on its own. The steel plate in his hand flew towards the man with a whistle, slamming it into his pistol, sending it straight into the air. And Peter's all-out throw doesn't stop here. The high-speed spinning steel plate directly smashed his fingers into a terrifying angle, and several of them were directly removed and fell to the ground.

And the inertia on the steel plate had not completely stopped, and after smashing his fingers, the trajectory of the steel plate was slightly offset, and then it met his arm. With a sound like a tree branch breaking, the man's arm was smashed into a right-angled shape, and the flesh on it was also stirred to shreds. In the face of unbearable pain, his brain made the only choice.

The man fainted.

As the number of people on the field gradually decreased, Peter and Matt suddenly had more room to move. The remaining six members of the Yamaguchi-gumi also seemed to realize the situation on the scene and began to go crazy. However, their final counterattack had no effect when they could not find their target, and just fifteen seconds later, Peter smashed his fist into the head of the last man, leaving him unconscious.

"It's a lot easier than I thought." Peter wiped the sweat from his head, and Matt smiled faintly.

Four months ago Peter simply couldn't have done that, and now it's just a warm-up for him.

"Let's go, they shouldn't be able to hold out much now." Matt looked up and 'looked' at the battle above deck. The sound of gunfire and storms prevented his hearing from being absolutely fine, but he could still see the battle on the deck through the four layers of metal.

"Hmm." Peter nodded and trotted in the direction of the staircase. After dealing with the wave of enemies, the remaining combatants of the enemy were almost all gathered on the deck. This also meant that Peter and Matt would not have to get in the way of this part of the ship. However, after they had run up two flights of stairs in a row, they had to stop again.

A dazzling silver light slashed out of the darkness. Matt's expression changed, and he took a step back, narrowly dodging the slash. The sound of metal clashing came from the shadows, and in the next moment, a man whose whole body was covered in silver samurai armor walked out calmly. He slowly put his katana back into his sheath and saluted Peter and Matt.

"If it is a nameless, I will kill him, abandon his body, and forget his existence. They don't deserve to be named, and they don't deserve respect. Jerky and rather heavily accented English came from under the samurai's helmet. He sounded quite young, probably no more than thirty. "However, judging from your skills, Your Excellency is not an unknown person, so I must apologize for the sneak attack just now."

The man bowed to Peter and Matt, and slowly pulled his katana out of its scabbard again, clenching it tightly in his hands.

"Under the name Harada Kenichiro, he is the descendant of Lord Shingen. In the glory of the Shida family, I will cut off your head and present it to my monarch. ”