Anti-Japanese War: Starting from Yaobai

Chapter 2353 Kitahara Hiroyuki-Death!

Under Kitahara Hiroyuki's command, the Japanese soldiers rushed towards Duanwu, trying to overwhelm this powerful enemy with their numerical advantage.

But Duanwu seemed to be in an empty space, his eyes were always fixed on Kitahara Hiroyuki, and he simply resolved the attacks from all around him in the simplest and most direct way - either kicking them away or slashing them away with a knife, without any delay.

In an instant, six or seven Japanese soldiers were killed or wounded.

But this could not stop the Japs from continuing their charge.

Under Kitahara Hiroyuki's command, the Japanese were as excited as if they had been injected with a stimulant.

They roared, waved their weapons, and rushed towards Duanwu like a tide.

Duanwu narrowed his eyes slightly, his pace suddenly quickened, and the speed of his sword also increased.

This is Duanwu's killing technique. When combined with Dizang's unique footwork, it is extremely powerful. Enemies within a radius of three meters can be devoured in just one breath.

But this move also has a weakness, that is, because people move too fast, their eyes cannot see clearly whether the target is an enemy or a friend, so it can only be used when you are surrounded by an enemy group.

In other words, this move can only be used when there are enemies all around, otherwise it will not be as simple as being injured by mistake.

Moreover, the killing technique has a weakness, which is that it consumes too much physical strength during the action, resulting in a period of weakness after the move is used up.

This is very easy to understand, just like after a fast run before the Dragon Boat Festival, your physical strength is not as good as normal, and it will be much more serious than this.

Therefore, Duanwu gradually practiced and figured out an improved version of the killing technique. When his enemy was not very strong, he would slow down the speed of his sword and footwork, so that the consumption of physical energy would not be so great.

Duanwu's figure was like a loach, shuttling between the enemies. Sometimes he would appear on the side of the enemy, swing his sword and chop off the enemy's head; sometimes he would suddenly disappear from the enemy's sight.

But whether the appearance or disappearance of Duanwu, it will be accompanied by one or several Japanese devils dying in the northwest.

But it seemed as if they could never be killed all, and they rushed towards Duanwu in waves amid Kitahara Hiroyuki's howling.

The Japs' attacks became more and more fierce, and Duanwu's physical strength and energy were being rapidly consumed.

And Kitahara Hiroyuki wanted to use this non-stop wheel tactic to consume Duanwu.

Duanwu naturally noticed it, but he was afraid that this time, the Japanese had miscalculated.

Duanwu had been adjusting his speed, both the speed of movement and the speed of drawing the sword were just right. He killed the Japs and made it impossible for them to catch any trace of him.

Duanwu's figure shuttled among the enemies like lightning. His pair of black blades were like two jumping black elves, and every time they passed through the air, there would be a scream from the enemy.

Some of the devils had their heads ripped off by him, blood splattering everywhere, while others had their necks pierced by a sharp blade, killing them instantly.

Duanwu kept changing the angle of his sword, but every time he struck out, he aimed directly at the enemy's vital points.

This method of killing is so horrible. Every blow is fatal. The Japanese soldiers are simply courting death by rushing forward.

When Kitahara Hiroyuki saw this, his face turned pale with solemnity.

He had imagined that Duanwu's swordsmanship skills were very strong, but he had never imagined that he was so strong.

The well-trained Imperial Japanese Army was no match for the enemy.

Thirty or forty elite soldiers were wiped out in less than two minutes.

Fortunately, his adjutant Matsushita came with his men and gave him enough courage.

Kitahara Hiroyuki roared, and actually rushed into the battle formation with a sword in hand, trying to boost the confidence of his men.

Of course, if possible, he hoped that he could kill the opponent with one strike and become famous in the army.

"Ye Xuwen! Your death is coming!"

  Kitahara Hiroyuki's voice was filled with murderous intent, as if he wanted to tear apart all those who stood in his way. But Duanwu just smiled coldly, because in his eyes, what was the difference between Kitahara Hiroyuki and his men?

He has killed people who are at the eighth and ninth levels of the sword art. Even if they are the masters of the sword art, what can they do? Won't they be killed by him in the same way?

Therefore, Kitahara Hiroyuki, who was only a seventh-degree kendo player, was really nothing in his eyes.

Of course, a lion will use all its strength to fight a rabbit, so Duanwu will not underestimate Kitahara Hiroyuki.

He deliberately slowed down his movements and showed signs of fatigue, luring Kitahara Hiroyuki into his trap step by step.

As expected, Kitahara Hiroyuki was fooled and his offensive became faster and faster, with the frequency of his attacks far exceeding that of other devils.

Seeing this, the Japanese soldiers hurriedly followed Kitahara Hiroyuki's footsteps.

But at this moment, Duanwu had already taken action.

Duanwu would never miss any opportunity. If Kitahara Hiroyuki wanted to come up and kill himself, how could he have the heart to refuse him?

So just when Kitahara Hiroyuki moved too forward and was about to chop Duanwu with a knife, Duanwu suddenly jumped up like a tiger pouncing on its prey, and instantly closed the distance between him and Kitahara Hiroyuki.

The dagger in his right hand turned into a black lightning and went straight to Kitahara Hiroyuki's neck.

Kitahara Hiroyuki was horrified and quickly swung his sword to block.

However, Duanwu's figure was like a ghost, and he disappeared with a strange twist of his body.

Kitahara Hiroyuki was shocked again and retreated with a knife.

However, at this moment, two screams were heard. It turned out that the Japanese soldiers who came to the left side of Kitahara Hiroyuki to protect Kitahara Hiroyuki received their lunch boxes together.

Hearing the screams, cold sweat broke out on Kitahara Hiroyuki's forehead.

He finally remembered how terrible his enemy was.

His life was at stake, so Kitahara Hiroyuki quickly retreated again.

But now it was too late.

Duanwu's sword skills suddenly accelerated, and he stabbed at Kitahara Hiroyuki's neck again like a thorn in the flesh.

Kitahara Hiroyuki blocked with his sword, but was hit by the black short sword.

  Clang!

There was a sound of metal clashing, and the samurai sword that Kitahara Hiroyuki had placed in front of him was broken into two pieces.

"How can this be?"

Kitahara Hiroyuki was shocked, his eyes full of disbelief.

But at this time, before Kitahara Hiroyuki could recover from his shock, Duanwu had already attacked again.

But this time, he did not give Kitahara Hiroyuki any chance of luck.

Duanwu accelerated his pace, and the black blade that pierced Kitahara Hiroyuki's sword pierced Kitahara Hiroyuki's neck from the front in an instant.

After a "puff" sound, bright red blood gushed out like a fountain.

Kitahara Hiroyuki's eyes gradually became unfocused. He looked at the Dragon Boat Festival in front of him, his heart filled with reluctance and regret.

But he knew that this was all over. His life would end here.

"Sir Kitahara Hiroyuki!"

At this moment, someone shouted in a crying voice. It was Hiroyuki Kitahara’s die-hard fan - Adjutant Matsushita!