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Chapter 507 The other party's force is not inferior to mine

The cold steel created sparks in the darkness.

Ito Hideaki was struggling to hold on amidst the fierce attack, holding a half-broken samurai sword in his hand.

As for why it was only in half...his family heirloom sword was chopped off by the opponent's axe when they first met.

This was the most outrageous thing he had encountered since he came to Tianmen from Edo Port.

The axe the other party was using was an ordinary wood-chopping axe that can be found everywhere on the street, costing only two cents a piece, and might even have a discount at wholesale. It was no more than three feet long and was not very convenient to use to chop people.

However, the opponent's understanding and mastery of weapons was far superior to that of this so-called Fuso kendo genius. He took a blow from the sword right at the beginning to close the distance. The axe fell from his backhand and hit the side of the samurai sword directly, splitting the sword in his hand into two pieces on the spot.

After that, Ito Hideaki never gained the upper hand again.

The two sides engaged in a fierce close combat on the not-so-wide street, exchanging blood for blood and life for life, like two hungry beasts that had lost their minds, not caring about their own injuries at all, and only wanting to kill each other.

Of course this is just a metaphor.

Although four or five of his bones were broken by the axe, and he slashed the opponent more than a dozen times with the broken knife in his hand, Ito Hideaki still remained calm.

He didn't use his full strength.

He didn't want to use his best killer move on a gangster who could only swing an axe.

The atmosphere tonight is not right. I got into this trouble for no apparent reason. It seems evil no matter how I look at it.

However, what made him sad and angry was that the other party didn't seem to be using his full strength.

After a few rounds of fighting, he realized that this guy was a fucking Iron Hawk!

The advanced form of the Fubing Famen's outer cultivation - Iron Harrier, transforms from teamwork to the ultimate individual force, and is best at fighting alone and destroying an army by himself. The more blood he sees, the more frantic he becomes, and his combat power doubles.

As for why Ito Hideaki knew so much, there was no other way, he also practiced this method. So he guessed 70% of the opponent's moves as soon as he saw the opponent's moves, and he could even tell that the opponent had not completed the advancement.

And there's something else hidden.

If someone else had suffered such a serious injury, they would have died from excessive blood loss. But for the soldiers who practiced the external methods, this was just a sprinkle of water, at best a warm-up.

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These Japanese devils are so bloody!
Previously, Eryang and Haozi had worked together but failed to stop the Fuso warrior, which shows that the Fuso people are really tough.

Wang Yunxiao held two big axes in his hands and swung them left and right, almost cutting the guy into a squirrel and a mandarin fish. However, the opponent's breath was still stable, his footwork was not disordered at all, and he even had enough strength to launch a counterattack.

The two men hacked at each other from the beginning of the street to the end, blood was spilled all the way, but there was no result.

Wang Yunxiao certainly didn't use his full strength. After all, no matter how suspicious the other party's identity was, he was still wearing a police uniform. Among the people at the scene, the only one who could be sure of having a problem was the witch who stole the line.

On the surface, he was fighting with the Fuso man, but in fact, he mainly wanted to contain him, and most of his energy was focused on Zhou Qing and the witch.

The magic used by the witch was quite strange. Anything she touched would be immediately transformed into candy. As for the rope that Zhou Qing usually used... it was no problem to say that it was her life-saving magic weapon. When hiding in the dark and attacking by surprise, it could indeed achieve the effect of catching the enemy by surprise, but in a head-on battle, it exposed the defect of insufficient lethality.

The rope she put on the witch would instantly turn into hard fruit candy and break into pieces with a slight tap.

Zhou Qing was actually not good at fighting. She was just an ignorant little girl before her death. Her current fighting power all came from the resentment she brought with her after she turned into a revengeful ghost.

But the good news is that the opponent doesn't seem to be good at fighting either, and should be the type who is better at hiding in the dark and casting spells.

The two women fought fiercely on the surface, but in reality, neither of them could do anything to the other. Could this be the legendary excellent matching mechanism of the Tianmen District?

Wang Yunxiao stared at it for a while and found that this didn't work.

After all, this is not our home ground, and any further delay will only lead to more trouble.

Kill that witch first! Because she was clearly targeting Li Mumu, although I don’t know how Miss Li got involved with such a person...

Wait, witch?
Could it be a personal vendetta between witch factions?

Wang Yunxiao instantly imagined many exciting plots of thirty years in the east and thirty years in the west.

At this moment, the Fuso people, who had been at a disadvantage, changed their tactics.

He deliberately exposed a flaw.

To be precise, he handed the broken knife in his hand to Wang Yunxiao.

This knife was obviously not fierce enough, and there was no need to endure it to exchange blood, so Wang Yunxiao dodged instinctively.

But just as he dodged, the Fuso man quickly stepped back, keeping his distance and pulled out the revolver from his waist.

Have you ever heard of the saying that a gun is faster than a gun at seven paces away?

The other party was obviously not good at using guns, otherwise he would have drawn his gun immediately like the yellow-haired patrolman. He probably drew his gun now because he had no other choice but to break the deadlock.

But his choice was not wise.

Whether the gun is fast at a distance of seven steps is another matter, but unless the gunman is a particularly professional shooter, such as those cowboys who have practiced American Iaijutsu all their lives, a normal person will not be able to exert the power of the gun when facing a martial arts master, even if they are at a starting distance.

Wang Yunxiao approached.

Gunfire rang out.

The Japanese man's hand was steady, and the first bullet flew past Wang Yunxiao's scalp, but at the same time, Wang Yunxiao grabbed his shooting arm and inserted his finger under the trigger.

The two of them hugged each other as if they were dancing tango, and exerted their strength at the same time.

Fuck! Old silver coin!
Wang Yunxiao and Ito Hideaki cursed in their hearts at the same time.

The gun is just a cover.

Ito Hideaki waited for him to get close, and then used his judo skills, which he had never shown in front of outsiders, to try to throw him to the ground.

But as soon as they started to touch hands, they found that the opponent's strength was beyond their expectations.

With a dull thud, the blue brick wall behind Ito Hideaki shattered on the spot. The two men entangled with each other and rolled into the courtyard of a residential building in a mess.

There was an oil lamp on in the room, and the woman who was fighting with the man on the bed burst into a terrified scream.

Wang Yunxiao pinched Ito Hideaki's neck with one hand and held his gun with the other, trying to snatch his gun away, while Ito Hideaki put his elbow on Wang Yunxiao's chest, trying to push him away.

At this moment, the two of them stopped at the same time, because they both saw a little girl, no more than five or six years old, squatting next to them, staring at them blankly with a pair of bright big eyes.

(End of this chapter)