Japanese Terrorist: What? I'll fight Hellstar!

The entire courtyard fell into a deathly silence.

The other guards were completely stunned, speechless at this incomprehensible scene.

There was no actual clash, only a low shout, and then, as if cut down by an invisible blade, the nine elites fell to the ground at the same time.

What is this?!

"Youkai...youkai..."

Someone, speaking in a tone filled with fear, said something.

Swordswoman Tomie didn't give them time to understand the situation. She continued forward, reaching the fallen guard. She released her right hand, causing the wooden sword to fall to the ground. With a flick of her toe, the real sword that had fallen to the ground flew into the air, passing by the wooden sword, and was caught steadily by her right hand.

Then, a smile appeared on the face of the swordsman Tomie.

A cold, blood-stained smile.

Swordswoman Tomie continued forward, but the moment she landed, a heavy, mountain-like killing intent suddenly spread out from her center.

The lights seemed to dim, and a thin layer of blood mist seemed to permeate the courtyard. The guards could even hear the sharp whistling of blades cutting through the air and the muffled sound of flesh being slicing open.

However, the woman clearly hadn't drawn her knife yet.

The captain of the guard took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down, and roared hoarsely, "Don't stand still! Don't hesitate! Don't be afraid! Don't forget our identities and duties! Stop her! Attack her together!"

Upon hearing this, the well-trained guards, though apprehensive, still obeyed the order.

Because they understood that if the woman in front of them were to break in or injure Mayor Gao, the consequences would be far worse for them than dying here!

The probing was no longer meaningful, and all fifteen guards launched an attack, forming an even tighter formation.

The guards with shields took the lead, forming a shield wall with their riot shields, and charged towards the swordsman Tomie, pressing forward fiercely. Guards with riot forks stood between the shield-bearers, thrusting their forks through the gaps in the shields, not allowing Tomie a chance to get close. Guards with swords flanked from the sides, attempting to attack from behind.

The swordswoman Tomie's journey continues unabated.

Faced with the shield wall and sharp blades, she simply raised her right hand, glanced at the guards pressing in front of her, and then swung her katana down.

"cut."

The clear sound of the blade echoed in everyone's ears, accompanied by a cold, menacing aura.

The guards' vision distorted simultaneously, and the figure of the swordsman Tomie vanished before their eyes.

No, it didn't disappear, but it was too fast to be seen with the naked eye. All they could see was a silver net of blades weaving together, descending upon them!

In an instant, I felt a cold touch on my neck, followed by the terrifying pain of a broken cervical vertebra.

The sword's force attacked all the guards at the same time, giving them the illusion that their heads and bodies were being separated. The shield wall's advance collapsed instantly, and screams, cries of pain, and the sound of weapons falling to the ground mingled together, turning what should have been an impeccable formation into utter chaos.

At the very moment this chaos was born, the swordsman Tomie took a deep breath and then slowly exhaled.

Her chest swelled slightly, her sympathetic nervous system was forcibly activated to its peak, adrenaline was secreted wildly, and the oxygen content in her blood increased sharply.

When the Crimson Lotus Breathing Technique was pushed to an extremely dangerous level, the world seemed to slow down in her eyes, and the sound of her heartbeat was like a drumbeat in her ears.

Her movements, however, were extremely simple.

He took a half step forward with his left foot, twisted his waist, and the katana in his hand turned into a blurry gray line, cutting into the gaps in the guards' defenses caused by the consciousness slash.

The true glint of the blade was revealed at this moment.

Quick, accurate, ruthless.

The blade sliced ​​precisely across the throat of an unsuspecting guard, sending up a puff of warm blood mist.

Before the corpse even fell, she had already spun around, the blade flashing as it grazed the second guard's neck. Her steps never faltered, like the Grim Reaper moving among still dolls; each tremor of the blade claimed a life.

Throat slitting, heart piercing, neck cutting... there were no superfluous movements; every strike was a fatal blow, so efficient it sent chills down one's spine.

The guards touched by her blade didn't even have a chance to wake up from their phantom pain before they were forever plunged into darkness.

In just two or three seconds, nearly 10 people had died under the swordsman Tomie.

"Shoot! Shoot! Forget everything else! Kill her!"

The captain of the guards, who had been protecting everyone in front of him and directing operations from behind, was now filled with rage.

He finally realized that this was something they couldn't stop head-on!

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Further back, in the pillars and shadows, the four gunmen who had been patiently waiting finally pulled the trigger.

Bullets tore through the air, striking the black figure weaving through the crowd from different angles.

However, before the gunshot rang out, the swordswoman Tomie had already sensed a murderous gaze upon her.

Although she wasn't afraid of being shot, she didn't want to bleed. The instant the gun went off, she shifted her feet and slid to the side like a ghost. A bullet grazed her ribs and only pierced her coat.

Her left shoulder slumped slightly as a bullet grazed her shoulder and struck the chest of a guard behind her who was clutching his neck and convulsing, causing blood to spurt out.

At the same time, she pushed off the ground with her right foot, propelling herself forward and lunging towards the gunmen. She grabbed a guard whose neck was still bleeding and used him as a shield, pushing him forward so that the gunmen's bullets would hit the corpse.

Swordswoman Tomie's figure darted swiftly through the courtyard lights and shadows, using the bodies of her guards as temporary cover as she rapidly approached the gunman in the distance in a zigzag pattern.

With the aid of the Crimson Lotus Breathing Technique, her speed and predictive ability far surpassed those of ordinary people. Every pause and leap precisely caught the gap in the gunman's aiming and firing.

As the distance closed, the menacing clang of blades rang out, and the gunman who had been aiming his gun momentarily lost his focus. He never had a chance to recover, as a shadow loomed over him from the side, and the cold blade reflected a face filled with despair.

The blade flashed, and the gunfire ceased completely.

In just three minutes, the courtyard was littered with corpses; apart from the swordsman Tomie, there was no one else standing.

She shook the blood off her sword, her breathing slightly rapid, but her eyes remained as cold as a knife. Carrying the still-dripping katana, she stepped over the mess and corpses on the ground and headed straight for the brightly lit entrance hall of the main house.

At the same time, in the monitoring room, the personnel in charge of monitoring were shocked. They watched in horror as the elite security personnel were wiped out in such a short time, even though she looked like a frail woman.

The waitress also witnessed this unbelievable scene, and a look of horror flashed in her eyes, because she really couldn't understand how the swordsman Tomie had done it.

Even after watching the whole thing, she still didn't understand how those guards died under Tomie's blade.

However, despite her confusion and shock, the maid remained calm.