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

"Did you see that person's head fall off? It really fell off."

"This is what happens to those who follow the Yagyu Shinkage style. Captain Luo killed them with a single strike."

"Even the most skilled dual-wielder couldn't last three seconds against Captain Luo."

"I've practiced swordsmanship for fifteen years. That person's speed was beyond human limits. Captain Luo actually dodged it and even counter-attacked!"

"Not a counterattack, but an instant kill."

"Captain Luo is awesome! Great Xia is awesome!"

"First kill secured to avenge the Ghost Squad"

"This isn't a movie shoot, is that sword flash real?"

"It's true, the head really did fall off, but the body is still moving."

Everyone in the Kamikaze Group was stunned.

The moment Hana Yujianmaru died, Masako Yamaya's expression changed from contempt to disbelief. Her mouth opened, her lips trembled, and then she covered her mouth with her hand, involuntarily taking another step back until she was behind the door frame.

Ayaka May's eyes widened in shock, her pupils dilated, and a few blood vessels appeared faintly on the whites of her eyes. Her fingers trembled, and she felt her nails digging into the flesh of her palms without even realizing it.

She watched as Hua Yuxianwan's head flipped in the air and landed, the process like a slow-motion video playing frame by frame before her eyes, each frame making her heart clench a little tighter.

Dark Moon Asura lowered his arms, which had been crossed over his chest. He snorted heavily through his nose, the sound muffled like the low growl of an enraged bear deep in its throat.

His gaze shifted from Hua Yuxianwan's corpse to Luo Fei, the mockery in his eyes vanishing, replaced by a wild, savage ferocity. His massive hands clenched into fists, the knuckles cracking as he gripped them.

Kojiro Saki gripped the sword even tighter. His thumb pressed firmly against the hilt guard, the calluses on his fingertips creaking against the hilt.

He looked at Hua Yuxianwan's corpse lying on the ground, then glanced at the long sword in Luo Fei's hand that was still dripping blood, and the muscles at the corner of his mouth twitched uncontrollably.

Tenyu Kamikura was the only one whose expression showed excitement. The corners of his mouth turned up, and his eyes gleamed not with fear, but with the fervent desire of a wild beast that had found an equal opponent.

He licked his chapped lower lip with his tongue, his feet unconsciously shifted slightly on the ground, and his center of gravity began to move forward silently.

Takijiro Onishi stood in the very center of the group, his face completely devoid of any gentle expression. His lips were pressed into a thin line, his brows furrowed, and his eyes revealed a complex mix of anger and wariness.

He clenched his fist in front of him, his knuckles turning bluish-white from the excessive force.

Luo Fei lowered the tip of his knife to the ground, and Hua Yuxian's blood flowed down the blade, dripping onto the bluestone slab to form a small pool of dark red blood.

His breathing remained perfectly steady, as if killing a top-tier dual-wielding expert was no different from drinking a sip of water for him.

He raised his eyes and scanned the remaining six people across from him.

"next."

Hana Yu Xianmaru's body lay on the ground, blood still gushing from the severed neck. Dark red blood flowed through the cracks in the bluestone slab, drawing a twisted red line on the grayish-white volcanic ash.

His head was placed just two steps in front of his body, his face, covered with burn scars, facing the sky, his gray eyes wide open, his pupils no longer reflecting anything.

Luo Fei lowered the long sword in his hand, the tip pointing towards the ground. Drops of blood clung to the blade, rolling down and dripping into a small, dark red circle on the bluestone slab.

His breathing was so steady that it was as if nothing had happened; the rhythm of his chest rising and falling was even and slow, as if he had just swatted a fly instead of beheading a person.

The remaining six members of the Kamikaze Group stood rooted to the spot, each with an expression that seemed frozen in place.

Kojiro Saki stood to the right of Takijiro Onishi, his hands already gripping the sword, but now he held it even tighter.

His fingers were so clenched on the knife handle that they turned white, and the skin at his knuckles was so tight that you could almost see the tiny blood vessels throbbing beneath the skin.

He swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down in the middle of his neck, making a very soft gurgling sound.

His heart was pounding.

Hana-chanmaru was a colleague he had known for several years. Although the two had different roles in the Kamikaze Group and were not particularly close, he knew Hana-chanmaru's swordsmanship.

The title of the twelfth generation successor of the Yagyu Shinkage-ryu school is not just for show; in Hanase Kanmaru's hands, those two swords can simultaneously fight against three or four superhumans without being at a disadvantage.

Kojiro Saki witnessed Hanayu Kanmaru use those twin swords during a mission to slice a metal-manipulating ability user into a bloody mess; the swords were so fast that the metal didn't even have time to deform before being cut open.

But now Hua Yuxianwan is lying on the ground, his head severed, and almost all the blood in his body has drained away.

Kojiro Saki felt sweat starting to bead on his back. Sweat seeped from the pores on both sides of his spine, trickling down his back and soaking a large area of ​​the lining of his kimono.

He tried his best to keep his expression calm, his lips were tightly pursed, his chin was slightly raised, and his eyes were fixed on Luo Fei.

But his fingers holding the knife began to tremble involuntarily. It wasn't a large tremor, but a slight tremor at the tips of his fingers, like shivering from the cold.

He knew he would be next.

It wasn't because he could foresee the future, but because Luo Fei's eyes, after scanning over the others, finally settled on him.

That gaze didn't seem like the gaze one would give a person; it was more like the gaze one would give an object—no, more like the gaze one would give an object that was already broken down.

Luo Fei's eyelids drooped slightly, and his eyes moved with a lazy air, but beneath that laziness lay an undisguised killing intent.

Luo Fei dropped the long sword in his hand to the ground.

The knife fell onto the flagstone with a crisp clang. The blade bounced once, then twice, before finally coming to a stop after a couple of wobbles. A few drops of blood from the blade splattered onto the nearby stone, resembling a small red exclamation mark.

Luo Fei put his hands in his pockets.

He just stood there, hands in his pockets, shoulders slightly slumped, head tilted a little, looking at Saki Kojiro as if he were looking at someone handing out flyers on the street.

His posture was so relaxed that it didn't seem like he was facing a superhuman who might draw his sword at any moment; it was more like he was waiting for a bus.

When Sasaki Kojiro saw Luo Fei throw away the knife, he was first stunned, and then a feeling he couldn't quite describe welled up inside him.

On the one hand, he breathed a sigh of relief—Luo Fei no longer had a knife in his hand, at least he wouldn't be able to slice off his head with one stroke like he did with Hua Yuxianwan.

But on the other hand, he felt an even greater fear creeping up from the soles of his feet, because Luo Fei's action of throwing the knife was so casual, so casual that it seemed as if he was saying, "I don't need this to deal with you." The viewers in the live stream also saw Luo Fei's action of throwing the knife.

"Captain Luo threw away the knife???"

Why did he throw the knife? There were people on the other side!

"Hands in pockets? What's with this? Are they fighting or just strolling around?"

"Captain Luo, why don't you just grab the knife?!"

"That guy in ancient costume on the other side doesn't look like a pushover, Captain Luo, don't underestimate him."

"The way that person in the kimono held the knife was so professional; his hand was trembling the whole time."

"He's trembling because he's scared. Hanayamaru just had his head chopped off, how could he not be scared?"

"He's dressed like Tachibana Ukyo from the game."

"Yes, yes, that's the hairstyle of Tachibana Ukyo, his hair is tied up like that too."

"Is this person going to use Tsubaki Ukyo's signature move, Swallow Return?"

"All that talk about 'swallow return' is just empty rhetoric in front of Captain Luo."

Luo Fei tilted his head and looked at Sasaki Kojiro for a few seconds before speaking. His voice wasn't loud, but every word was clearly audible to everyone present.

"You dressed like that," Luo Fei said with a lazy sarcasm, "are you trying to tell me you're really good at video games?"

Kojiro Saki narrowed his eyes. He understood the Great Xia language, but he didn't reply.

He readjusted his feet on the ground, slid his left foot forward half a step, and pushed off the ground with his right foot, bending his knees slightly, lowering his center of gravity by half an inch.

“Tell me,” Luo Fei raised his chin slightly, looking at Saki Kojiro from under his half-drooping eyelids, a slight smirk playing on his lips, “How do you want to die?”

Those five words were like five nails driven into Kojiro Saki's ears.

Kojiro Saki's pupils contracted sharply. He pressed his thumb hard on the hilt guard, the calluses on his fingertips rubbing against the metal guard with a soft creaking sound.

He took a deep breath, his chest expanding and then contracting, and then he raised the knife.

He gripped the hilt of the knife with both hands, right hand on top and left hand on the bottom, the blade held vertically in front of his body, the edge facing Luo Fei. His wrists were slightly bent inward, the tip of the blade pointing upward, and the back of the blade against the midline of his nose, forming a straight line from head to toe.

A standard, upright stance, a starting position that combines offense and defense.

His feet began to move.

Saki Kojiro moved his feet little by little on the bluestone slab, his left foot stepping forward half a step, his right foot following, then stepping forward half a step, then following up again.

His entire body moved as if gliding across the floor, without any undulation or unnecessary movement. His eyes were fixed on Luo Fei through the sides of the blade, his gaze never leaving Luo Fei for even a second.

Luo Fei stood still, his hands still in his pockets, his posture unchanged.

His head slowly turned as Saki Kojiro moved, his neck making a slight creaking sound as he twisted it, as if he were stretching his stiff neck after sitting for a long time.

Saki Kojiro walked around Luo Fei once. His footsteps were extremely light and steady on the bluestone slabs, and the straw sandals on the soles of his shoes made only a slight friction sound between them.

He was observing Luo Fei's center of gravity, searching for the angle to strike, and waiting for an opening to appear.

But he found no flaws.

Luo Fei just stood there, hands in his pockets, completely undefended.

His legs were slightly apart, shoulder-width apart, with his weight evenly distributed on both legs. His shoulders were naturally drooping, his chest was completely open, and there was no protective posture around his neck.

Such a stance is suicidal in any fighting system—it exposes all vital points to the opponent, making you like a completely defenseless target.

But the more he assumed this posture, the more uneasy Kojiro Saki felt. Someone who could behead Hanazumi in one stroke couldn't possibly be unaware of his own weaknesses.

There's only one explanation for Luo Fei's deliberate lack of vigilance—he simply didn't believe he could hurt him.

This thought ignited a nameless fire within Saki Kojiro. He was also a swordsman, a swordsman who had practiced swordsmanship since childhood. The sword in his hand had been with him for twenty years, and his swordsmanship was among the top ten in the entire country of Sakura.

Luo Fei's complete disregard for him was more humiliating than being stabbed with a knife.

His hands stopped shaking.

Anger replaced fear. Kojiro Saki clenched his teeth in his mouth, and the muscles in his cheeks bulged out, forming two hard ridges.

He flicked his wrist, causing the blade to deflect slightly in the air, casting a cold white light that struck Luo Fei's face.

Then he moved.

Saki Kojiro stomped his right foot on the ground, sending up a ring of grayish-white volcanic ash on the bluestone slab. In that instant, his body transformed into a blurry shadow, rushing towards Luo Fei at an almost invisible speed.

His speed was even faster than Hua Yuxianwan—how fast? So fast that in the live broadcast, he was just a long afterimage. From the point of takeoff to the distance in front of Luo Fei, his body outline completely turned into a blurry gray-white shadow, like a wisp of smoke blown away by the wind.

Half a second.

From the moment he pushed off the ground to the moment he reached Luo Fei, it took Saki Kojiro less than half a second.

As he lunged forward, he swung his sword, the blade slashing diagonally from the upper right to the lower left, making a sharp whistling sound as it cut through the air.

This strike was three points stronger than when he practiced, because he knew he only had this one chance. If he missed, his fate would likely be the same as Hana Yujianmaru's.

The blade flashed before Luo Fei's eyes.

Luo Fei shifted his body slightly to the left. Just slightly. His feet remained firmly planted on the ground, his upper body tilted to the left by less than twenty degrees, and his shoulders shrank by half an inch. The knife grazed past his right chest.

The blade was less than two hairs' width away from his coat, and the wind from the blade made the fabric of his coat stick to his skin, but it didn't even cut a single thread.

Saki Kojiro's pupils contracted slightly, but his movements didn't falter. The instant his first strike missed, he sheathed his sword, his wrist flicking upwards, the blade slicing upwards for a second strike aimed straight at Luo Fei's abdomen. (End of Chapter)