Chapter 50, The First Blood

One after the other, I was caught between these two people, for a while, the situation was a little critical, I didn't expect, a little negligent, but made myself passive, looking at the handsome young man who came quickly, I suddenly stood up with a murderous intention, so, I didn't care about the ugly young man who came from behind, just raised a heavy fist, and rushed to the handsome young man who came from the front, fighting a serious injury, and also killing one, otherwise, I couldn't run at all, who knows if there are other Japanese soldiers around here, so I can't be restrained by these two people, make a choice, I am like thunder, rushing forward, the terrifying momentum suddenly erupted, my eyes were like flames, releasing a breathtaking red light.

Burst!

In an instant, a samurai war knife, very fierce slashed my collarbone, half of the shoulder was torn, dry flesh exposed, seeing these, the handsome young man who was still a little proud, his face changed dramatically, he was just about to pull out the knife and retreat, but was firmly grasped by my stump arm The hilt, in the frightened eyes of the handsome young man, I could see that the corners of his mouth were gradually rising, and the one-arm heavy fist that had already been ready to attack was bombarded forward, like a tyrannosaurus out of the hole, a punch penetrated the chest of the handsome young man, and at the moment when my heavy punch passed through his chest, a force extended my arm and entered my body。

Yes!

Struggling, struggling in vain, while I, was looking at him indifferently, a force stretched through my arm to all parts of my body, the torn shoulder was also healing at a speed visible to the naked eye, my body gradually had a trace of temperature, and the lights in this house began to flicker, like a troll coming to the world, an invisible aura enveloped the whole house, but at this moment, suddenly, another saber slashed into my waist and abdomen, pain, severe pain, I began to tremble involuntarily, I couldn't support it for too long under this injury, my consciousness gradually blurred, the power from my arm, can no longer meet the needs of my body, probably instinct, I quickly narrowed the distance with the handsome young man, showing my hidden fangs, and, very fiercely, the thirsty body madly devoured all his life functions.

Yes!

No!

His body was rapidly drying up, and at the same time, some memories that belonged to him were also forcibly plundered by me, the handsome young man, originally, named, Drum Shotaro, from, a famous family of the Japanese family, now belonging to, Northeast Theater, the Third Army of the Japanese Army, the 731st Brigade, the Fifth Detachment, military rank, major non-commissioned officer, and the ugly young man, named, Ishihara Masahide, also from the famous family of the Japanese family, from the memory of the drum Shotaro, I learned that this, the ancestor of Ishihara Masahide, is actually the Ishihara Wan'er who once committed heinous crimes and planned the Manchurian Incident。

Ishihara Masahide was still slashing at me frantically, slashing into my body, but everything he did was in vain, those terrible wounds that he had chopped out, all of them were rapidly healing and disappearing, after a long time, I put it down, and the drum that had already become dry Shotaro picked up the samurai sword from the ground, turned around, and looked at Ishihara Masahide, his face expressionless, like a judge.

"What the hell are you?"

Ishihara growled