The arrogance of the city

Chapter 994 Unrivaled Martial Arts and Selfie Video

In addition to the national teacher Abe Hanhai, Miyamoto Hattori is the most powerful samurai in Meiwa's cognition.

But now, in front of this masked man, the number one master of the Japanese royal family who has always been highly valued, was cut into two halves in just one meeting?
And, is it still his knife?

Seppuku is an alternative "traditional culture" of the Japanese country, but this situation is not just as simple as harakiri.

With a clean cut, like a knife cutting off the water, Miyamoto Hattori's whole body was cut in two. The bloody scene made Minghe feel sick.

"The country of small bullets, it really raises some waste."

The man in the mask didn't look like a person at all, but like a cold-blooded killing machine. Not only did he kill people with extremely brutal methods, but he also didn't have any mood swings afterwards, and his indifference was so chilling.

Even if he was ridiculed in person, Minghe didn't dare to shout anymore. The tragic death of Hattori Miyamoto meant that he was once again reduced to a fish on the chopping board, directly exposed to the opponent's knife.

Even, the picture of how the other party killed Miyamoto Hattori just now is still vivid in his mind, and it keeps lingering in front of his eyes, which has completely defeated his courage to resist.

"Forgive me!"

When he noticed that Ma Mian was looking at him again, Ming He lost all the dignity and pride of the royal family. He didn't need Ma Mian to speak, his knees softened, and with a "bang", he fell to his knees on the ground.

and.

His head is deeply buried, his hands are stretched forward, and his arms are close to the ground. This is a posture that is almost five-body throwing.

The slavish nature of bullying and fearing the hard in the bones of this nation is fully revealed at this moment.

Ma Mian was taken aback, then smiled.

"It's true that those who know current affairs are heroes."

He sighed softly and looked back at Li Futu, obviously wanting to ask Li Futu how he planned to deal with it.

"Your Highness, I have a set of unrivaled martial arts that I intend to teach you. I wonder if you would like to learn it?"

Li Futu opened his mouth slowly.

The smell of blood in the air became thicker and thicker, and it was extremely pungent. Shen Manni was still unconscious, ignorant of everything that happened around her.

Unrivaled martial arts?

Minghe was very confused, but he didn't dare to ask. Knowing that his life was hanging by a thread, he immediately said decisively: "I am willing."

Some people give up their lives so easily.

But some people, do everything possible to want to continue to live.

"very good."

Li Futu's tone was calm.

"My set of unrivaled martial arts is called Sunflower Treasure Book. As long as you have a small success, you can stand alone in the martial arts world. If you have a great success, you can be invincible in the world..."

Ma Mian, who was also a little confused, became more and more moved as he listened to it. Now that the conflict with the temple is intensifying, he really wants to improve his strength and contribute more to the underworld, but the increase in strength is not something that can be achieved overnight. Hearing Li Futu speak so miraculously now, he couldn't help being a little ready to move, and couldn't help but want Li Futu to teach him the exercises.

But before he had time to speak, he only heard Li Futu continue to say: "However, if you want to practice this exercise, you must meet a prerequisite."

"What conditions?"

It was not Ming He who asked this question, but Ma Mian who asked first.

Li Futu glanced at him, saw Ma Mian staring at him with some fiery eyes, and instantly saw through his thoughts.

The corners of his mouth curled up unconsciously, Li Futu said flatly: "To practice this magical skill, you must cut off the seven emotions and six desires, and to cut off the seven emotions and six desires, you must first cut off the root of evil."

Hearing this, Ma's face changed, and immediately he felt a chill between his legs, and all the heat disappeared instantly.

Minghe, who was kneeling on the ground, also understood the meaning of Li Futu's words, and his body trembled suddenly.

"no no……"

He raised his head, his face pale as paper.

But Li Futu, who was sitting by the bed, was like a god in hell, with deep and gloomy eyes.

Dignity and face can be discarded, but any man will probably not allow himself to be castrated.

Ming He couldn't kneel anymore, stood up in panic, wanted to run away, but was dragged back by Ma Mian.

"What are you running for? It's a good thing."

Li Futu picked Shen Manni up from the bed and walked outside.

Minghe is like a woman from a good family, being pushed down on the bed by the horse face.

"No, no, please..."

He kept begging.

In fact, at this time, it is not that he has another choice. If he chooses to kill himself by biting his tongue, he can avoid this kind of torture, but I don’t know if it is because he has no courage, or he has not thought of this. Defend your last bit of dignity.

But he was facing the horse face.

The sound of begging for forgiveness like weeping like complaining did not arouse Ma Mian's compassion. He tore off a piece of quilt and stuffed it into Minghe's mouth, blocking all his words. Immediately, he raised his knife and dropped it!
Minghe let out a muffled groan, his whole body trembling violently, the veins on his neck popped out, and his eyes seemed to pop out.

Intense scarlet blood slowly flowed from between his legs, staining the bed red.

Ma Mian's knife technique is indeed extremely superb.

In order to make Minghe feel the greatest pain, Ma Mian did not choose to knock Minghe unconscious, but tied his hands and feet to the bed.

"Master, it's done."

He quickly caught up with Li Futu.

Li Futu nodded, "Go out."

They didn't wait for the Clown King. With the ability of the Clown King, it was not difficult to escape.

Holding Shen Manni in his arms, he left the Imperial Palace of the Japanese Kingdom, halfway, the Clown King chased him up.

"It's almost an hour now, okay, Clown King."

Ma Mian counted the time and joked, "Is this an extraordinary performance?"

The Clown King chuckled.

"Are you envious?"

This is indeed a master who is not picky about food, and he still looks a little unsatisfied, and he doesn't know what the little master of the Japanese country has been destroyed by him.

Ma Mian didn't know whether he was envious of his 'combat power' or just playing around with Princess Haruko, but no matter what, he didn't need to be envious.

Ma Mian didn't reply.

Immediately, the Clown King took out a mobile phone from his pocket, as if completing a task, "Brother, do you want to appreciate it?"

Li Futu was holding the sleeping Shen Meiren now, unable to draw his hand, so Ma Mian took it for him, wondering: "What?"

The Clown King has strange eyes.

"You'll know just by looking at it."

Ma Mian lowered his head, tapped the phone screen, and the screen immediately started playing.

This is a video recording.

First-person selfie.

Looking at the shaking picture on the screen, even if it was a horse face, the eye sockets gradually widened involuntarily.

Li Futu also saw it, and his eyes became a little weird.

After admiring it for a long time, Ma Mian quickly returned the phone to the Clown King, looked at the Clown King for a while, and let out his breath slowly.

"Our underworld needs talents like you."

He looked serious, and after the Clown King took the phone, his hand still stopped in mid-air.

"...Welcome to the underworld."

(End of this chapter)