Solving the case: Combining the police dog's olfactory genes at the beginning

"Go back."

Hua Yuxianwan's voice was very soft, almost like a whisper, but every word was as cold as ice shards in winter. His exposed gray eye wasn't looking at Maya, but was fixed intently on Luo Fei.

The black mask on his face covered the left half, but the expression on the right half that was visible spoke volumes—his gray eyes held the focus and composure of a hunter locking onto his prey.

Maya turned to look at Hanayuu Kanmaru, her brow furrowing slightly. The flame in her hand flickered, leaping half a foot higher for a moment before receding.

Her lips pressed into a thin line. After hesitating for two seconds, she finally withdrew her hand, extinguished the flame with a flick of her palm, and stepped back.

Hana Yu Xian Wan has her own plans.

He could certainly tell that something was off about Luo Fei's aura. The transparent aura surrounding Luo Fei's body wasn't faked, and the oppressive feeling that could even repel volcanic ash was something an ordinary person couldn't release.

Hana Yukanmaru has lived for thirty-four years and has carried out dozens of missions around the world with the Kamikaze Group. He has seen all kinds of superhumans, but no one has ever been able to release such an aura in a purely physical state.

But he also saw something else—Luo Fei's hands were empty.

There were no weapons, no guns, no knives, not even a decent stick.

What good is it if a person stands bare-handed in front of seven superpowered individuals, no matter how strong their aura is? A person who can break a boulder with their bare hands is still a corpse in front of guns and cannons, not to mention that Hana Yujianmaru has absolute confidence in his sword.

And he had another consideration.

Maya has healing abilities, and having someone who can heal wounds in the back row is a basic requirement in any tactical system.

If Maya were to fight, and she were to be crippled by Luo Fei in one move, the entire team's ability to sustain combat in the later stages would be greatly reduced. Hanayu Kanmaru preferred to go himself, to use his own sword to test just how deep Luo Fei's defenses were.

He started walking.

Hua Yuxianwan's feet trod on the bluestone slabs, his steps as light as a fox treading on snow. His pace was slow, the intervals between each step as even as if measured with a ruler, and the sound of his feet landing was so soft as to be almost inaudible.

He stopped about ten meters away from Luo Fei, then simultaneously pulled both hands out of his sleeves. His right hand rested on the hilt of the long sword at his waist, while his left hand gripped the scabbard of the short sword at his side.

Viewers in the live stream saw Huayu Xianwan's movements.

He drew his sword; he drew two swords.

"One long, one short—that's the dual-wielding style."

"Does anyone know anything about this double-blade stance and its origins?"

"I'm a swordsman. The way I hold my sword is no ordinary skill; the calluses on my hands are even thicker than those of our dojo's masters."

"The most famous person in the history of Japan who practiced dual swordsmanship was Yagyu Jubei."

"Yagyu Jubei? That legendary one-eyed swordsman?"

"Yes, it's the Yagyu Shinkage-ryu Two-Sword Technique he created, wielding a long sword in one hand and a short sword in the other, combining offense and defense."

"Could this person be a successor to Yagyu Jubei?"

"Judging from his gait and the way he grips the sword, it's definitely the Yagyu school, no doubt about it! My god, how could someone like that be in a place like this?"

"What Yagyu-style? Captain Luo doesn't even have a fire poker in his hand!"

"Captain Luo is unarmed!!! He doesn't even have a weapon!!!"

"Doesn't the leader of the Heavenly Secrets Group carry a weapon when he goes out?"

"Has anyone sent him a knife? I'm so worried!"

"How could he send it across the sea from Japan, the land of cherry blossoms?"

Hana Yukanmaru drew his two swords.

He drew his longsword first. With his right hand, he gripped the hilt and pulled it out, the blade sliding out of the black scabbard with a crisp metallic scraping sound.

The knife was about 1.1 meters long, with a narrow and thin blade that reflected a cold white arc of light in the dim light.

The blade shows faint forging patterns layer upon layer, marks left from repeated folding and forging, each fold signifying an increase in hardness.

The dagger was then drawn. He gripped the hilt with his left hand, and as he pulled the dagger from his waist, the blade traced a semi-circle in the air, the tip pointing towards the ground.

The short sword was only about half the length of the long sword, with a thicker blade and a more pronounced curve on the back, making it look like a miniature scimitar in his hand.

Hanayu Kanmaru held his short sword horizontally in front of him, raised his long sword diagonally to the upper right, bent his legs slightly, one in front of the other, knees turned inward, toes pointing outward, and lowered his center of gravity, firmly planting himself on the bluestone slab. A standard starting stance for the Yagyu Shinkage-ryu two-sword style.

Luo Fei stood ten meters away, his hands hanging naturally at his sides, without even lifting his eyelids.

His gaze swept over Hanayuu Kanmaru's two swords, then back to Hanayuu Kanmaru's gray eye. The corner of his mouth twitched slightly upward, not a smile, but an instinctive twitch of muscles radiating extreme disdain.

Hana Yukanmaru saw that expression.

His fingers tightened around the knife. The fish skin on the hilt creaked under his grip, and the calluses on his hands rubbed against the hilt, leaving a white mark.

“Luo Fei,” Hanayu Kanmaru spoke, his Daxia language was very stiff, each word pronounced with a heavy Japanese accent, as if he had crushed each word with his tongue before spitting it out, “Hanayu Kanmaru, the twelfth generation successor of the Yagyu Shinkage-ryu school.”

As he finished speaking, the tip of the longsword drew a small arc in the air, and the blade of the shortsword flipped, directing the light reflected from the back of the blade towards Luo Fei's eyes.

Luo Fei chuckled.

The "heh" was short and dry, like a bubble squeezed out of the throat, bursting and disappearing in the air. Then he raised his right hand, extended his index finger, and beckoned towards Hana Yu Xian Wan.

"Come."

Luo Fei spoke in the Great Xia language, his voice not loud, but every word clearly pierced through the air in the square.

There was no tension in his tone. It didn't feel like someone was facing a top-notch master wielding two swords; rather, it sounded like an adult teasing a child with a toy knife.

"Let Grandpa see what you're capable of."

Hana Yukanmaru's gray eyes narrowed for a moment.

He wasn't acting out of anger—or rather, not just anger. His pupils contracted sharply for a fraction of a second after he uttered the words, and then his body moved.

Hana Yu Xianmaru was like an arrow suddenly released from an invisible bowstring, propelled away from his spot.

He stomped his foot hard on the bluestone slab, sending the volcanic ash on it exploding into a cloud of gray smoke. In less than 0.3 seconds, his body covered ten meters, rushing directly in front of Luo Fei. Too fast.

In the live stream, Hua Yuxianwan's body left three clear afterimages in the air—one at the point of takeoff, one in mid-air, and one in front of Luo Fei.

These three afterimages appeared and disappeared almost simultaneously, so fast that the human eye could not even catch their movements.

The instant he rushed in front of Luo Fei, his right hand swung out with the long sword.

The first slash was aimed at Luo Fei's face. Hua Yuxianwan flipped his right wrist, and the long sword slashed diagonally from the upper right to the lower left. The blade made a sharp whistling sound as it cut through the air, the sound of the air being instantly sliced ​​apart by the speed of the blade.

The blade flashed before Luo Fei's eyes, less than two inches from the tip of his nose.

Luo Fei's neck tilted slightly to the right.

He just tilted slightly. His feet remained stationary, but his upper body turned about fifteen degrees to the right, and the knife grazed his left cheek.

The gust of air from the blade ruffled a few strands of hair at his temples, but didn't cut a single hair.

The moment Hua Yuxianmaru's first strike missed, his second strike was already prepared. His left-hand short sword slashed upwards, the tip drawing an upward arc, aiming straight for Luo Fei's neck.

The angle of this strike was extremely tricky, and the advantage of the short knife was brought into full play at this close range—the short blade means a faster striking speed and a smaller turning radius. Even if an ordinary person dodged the first strike, they would have no time to react to the second strike at such close range.

Luo Fei's neck tilted again.

He only tilted his neck slightly to the left, the movement so small it was as if he were just loosening his stiff cervical spine.

The blade of the short knife grazed the right side of his neck, and the cold metallic aura on the back of the blade sent shivers down his spine, but the blade didn't even break his skin.

Hana Yukanmaru's pupils contracted sharply.

The feeling of both strikes missing sent a chill down his spine. This was completely different from what he had anticipated. In his calculations, at least one of those strikes should have hit—not a serious injury, but at least a cut.

But Luo Fei's movements in dodging those two blows were too effortless, so effortless that it seemed like a reaction speed that no human could achieve.

Hana Yu Xianwan gritted his teeth, flipped his wrist, and pulled back his long sword, preparing to make a third slash.

His movements were extremely fast. The long sword paused in mid-air for a moment before gathering power again. The tip of the sword drew an arc as it was pulled back, preparing to use the momentum of the return to unleash a more powerful strike.

But he didn't get his chance.

In the fraction of a second that Luo Fei had to prepare his third strike, his right hand shot out. The hand moved much faster than Hua Yu Xian Wan had anticipated—no, not just much faster, but faster than Hua Yu Xian Wan's visual tracking ability.

He didn't even see how the hand was raised. By the time he realized it, Luo Fei's five fingers were already gripping his right wrist, which was holding the knife.

After those five fingers hooked onto her wrist, Hua Yuxianwan felt as if a hydraulic clamp had suddenly been put on her wrist.

The bones made a piercing squeaking sound under the skin and flesh, the blood vessels under the skin swelled up instantly, and the entire palm turned purplish-red in less than half a second.

Then Luo Fei snapped it open with force.

"Click".

The sound of bones breaking was crisp yet dull, like someone snapping a wet branch that had just been broken off a tree.

Hua Yuxianwan's right wrist bone shattered into several pieces in Luo Fei's palm. The broken bone fragments twisted and deformed under the skin, stretching the skin into several unnatural bulges.

His fingers instantly lost all strength, and the long sword slipped from his palm, the tip falling downwards onto the ground.

Before Hua Yuxianmaru could even let out a scream, Luo Fei had already caught the falling longsword with his left hand.

The moment the longsword was in his hand, Luo Fei flipped his wrist, and the blade spun half a circle in mid-air, drawing a silver-white arc from bottom to top.

His movements were devoid of any fancy tricks; it was simply a sweeping slash from left to right, leaving a visible white streak in the air as the blade cut through the air.

Hana Yukanmaru saw the flash of the sword.

His gray eyes widened to their maximum size in that instant, reflecting a white light that was getting closer and closer. He tried to dodge, but his right hand had already been crippled by Luo Fei, and the excruciating pain slowed his body's reaction by a fraction of a second.

It was that fraction of a second delay that exposed his neck to the trajectory of the blade.

The blade entered from the left side of his neck, cutting through the skin, muscles, trachea, and blood vessels, before exiting from the right side of his neck.

The whole process was as clean and efficient as slicing a block of butter; the blade encountered no resistance, and even the cut surface of the bone was smooth.

Hana Yukanmaru's body stopped moving.

His hands remained in the grip of the knife, but both knives were no longer in his hands—the long knife was in Luo Fei's hand, and the short knife was at his feet. He stood there for about a second, then his body suddenly spun around.

It wasn't his body that was turning.

It's his head.

Hana Yu Xianwan's head separated from his neck. The head flipped a full circle in mid-air, his long hair spreading out in the air. The black mask on his face came loose during the flip, revealing a complete face—the left half of his face was covered with burn scars, which were piled up on the skin like wax that had melted and then solidified again.

His gray eyes were not yet closed, and the light in his pupils was rapidly fading.

Then his body collapsed.

His legs buckled first, his knees bent, and then his whole body leaned forward, a dark red spurt of blood gushing from the severed neck onto the opposite bluestone slab. The blood splashed onto the volcanic ash-covered slab, instantly absorbed by the gray ash and turning into a dark mud.

His body slammed onto the ground with a dull thud, raising a cloud of grayish-white dust.

Its head landed about two meters in front of its body, rolled half a circle before stopping, and its face, covered with burn scars, faced the sky, the last glimmer of light in its gray eyes completely extinguished.

The entire process, from Hana Yu Xian Wan drawing his sword and charging to the moment his head hit the ground, took no more than three seconds.

The chat room exploded with comments at that moment.

"Holy crap!!!"

"One slash!!! One slash and his head was chopped off!!!"

"My God, my God, my God!"

"Captain Luo, ahh ...