Man's propensity to war is not inherited from animals, because animals do not systematically kill each other like humans, they kill only for food, and only engage in ritual contests for female mates; Our ancestors did not pass on the war tendency to us, and in many ancient Wenyin societies, there were no war facilities at all, war was the product of acquired culture, and the biological attributes of human beings only provided the possibility of war.

If killing is an atrocity, an act of extreme brutality, then Kiyoji Oda is an artist in the field of killing.

Like a symphony baton, the red katana slashes gracefully across the neck of each enemy, the cut neat and smooth, and the blade not stained with a drop of blood.

Every fatal wound is a ten-centimeter scratch, rigorous like a mathematician.

His figure twisted like a poisonous snake, unpredictable, lightning fast, unable to even see his specific swing of the sword, he walked through the army as smoothly as ice, the enemy could not get close to him, this was not the special effect of the implant, but the result of his own long-term training, that is, Oda Kiyoji did not even use his true strength, now it is just a warm-up game.

The whole battle was like a gorgeous performance, blood sprinkled all over the ground like rain, half of his body fell to the wall, but his upper body was still breathing. The head fell to the ground and rolled into the stinking gutter.

Everything mixed together and gradually spread towards the feet like a tide.

Alan stood there, quietly watching, watching how the demons of hell played on the human world and harvested life.

Oda Seiji lived up to his reputation as a "ripper", and the screams of his enemies and the helpless wails and begs for mercy before death only made him more pleasant.

Alan clearly saw the expression on Oda's face, the feeling of enjoying it, being physically and mentally happy, and unable to extricate himself, like a dancer under the moon, with every move, a little blood would be splashed on the ground.

"I'm glad I didn't have an enemy of him at this moment, he was simply a natural butcher on earth." Alan's face was slightly cold, and there was only indifference in his eyes.

Presumably, if Oda had been born decades earlier, he would probably be able to compete with a god of the level of Morgan Black Hand.

With the swing of the last knife, this bloody slaughter show finally came to an end.

"Whew~ I haven't exercised for a while, and I feel a little rusty." Oda twisted his clattering neck and put away his sword gorgeously.

"Your combat power is so amazing, didn't Saburo think of using you as a personal bodyguard?"

Oda smiled slightly, "Hehe, my sword only exists for killing, not for guarding." Besides, Saburo didn't dare to put me by his side as a bodyguard. ”

"Oh? Why. ”

"San Lang is cautious in his life and attaches great importance to loyalty, and he doesn't dare to use my sharp blade with confidence, for fear that one day I will take off his head."

"Would you do it if you had the chance?"

"Hmph, a bold question, Alan."

Oda quietly walked up to Alan and whispered in his ear; "If necessary........ I can do it. ”

"I'm white....."

"Are these the Animals? The family members in Taipingzhou don't feel very good. ”

"Is it possible that you are too strong?".

"Maybe, but what's next? Do what? ”

"Next, just leave it to the locals to figure it out themselves."