Special forces soldier demobilization: Starting from the county government compound, a meteoric rise

A flash of light, as swift as a startled bird!

Black Dragon's strike was imbued with the killing intent of his entire life; its speed, angle, and power were all at a state of perfection. In his eyes, this arrogant young man before him would be decapitated and his blood splattered on the spot in the next second.

The bodyguards around him even had cruel smiles on their faces, as if they could already see the bloody scene of Liu Ming's head falling to the ground.

however.

Faced with this fatal blow that could cut through steel.

Liu Ming remained seated steadily in the rosewood armchair.

He didn't even blink.

Just as the cold blade was about to touch his neck, the force of the wind it generated even ruffled the hair on his forehead at the last second.

He moved.

There was no panicked dodging, nor any frantic blocking.

He simply raised his right hand.

Index finger and middle finger.

To merge.

Then, under the black dragon's gaze, which was filled with horror and disbelief.

With perfect precision, with a "snap," it caught the whistling, incomparably sharp samurai sword blade!

"bite--!"

A crisp yet eerie metallic tremor suddenly rang out in the silent pavilion in the middle of the lake!

The legendary demon sword "Muramasa," which could cut through iron like mud, was frozen in mid-air!

It was less than a centimeter away from Liu Ming's neck!

Time seemed to stand still at this moment!

Black Dragon felt as if he had struck an unshakeable ancient divine mountain! The terrifying, overwhelming force of the recoil from the blade caused his tiger's mouth to split open and bleed profusely.

He used every ounce of his strength to try and push the knife forward even a fraction of an inch!

But those two fingers, which didn't look thick and even had a scholarly air about them, were like two red-hot iron pincers, firmly welding the blade to him, rendering all his efforts futile.

This……

This is fucking...

Is it a person?

Catching a blade bare-handed?

Do not!

This is a million times more terrifying than catching a blade bare-handed!

This was achieved by simply using two fingers to effortlessly catch a **demon sword** that a ruthless underworld godfather had been hacking at with all his might!

The group of bodyguards behind Black Dragon were also completely dumbfounded!

Their mouths were agape, they forgot to raise their guns, and their eyes were wide open like copper bells, as if they had witnessed some miracle that overturned their worldview!

"I told you not to be nervous."

Liu Ming's voice was calm, yet it was like an invisible hammer that slammed into Hei Long's already collapsing nerves.

"It's just a piece of scrap metal, is it really worth making such a fuss about?"

Done.

His two fingers, which were holding the blade, shifted slightly!

"Snap—!!!"

A sickeningly loud metallic cracking sound suddenly rang out!

That demonic sword "Muramasa," forged from refined steel and stained with the blood of countless people, actually... actually broke in two like fragile glass!

The broken front half of the blade drew a cold, silver arc in the air!

The black dragon didn't even have time to react!

Liu Ming had already grabbed the broken blade with his backhand and flicked his wrist!

"Whoosh—!"

The broken blade, like an arrow released from a bow, whistled past the black dragon's ear with a sharp, piercing sound!

"Pfft!"

A muffled thud!

The severed blade was deeply embedded in the pillar behind the black dragon, which was made from a single piece of golden nanmu wood!

penetrating!

All that remained was a constantly humming and vibrating hilt of a knife, playing the symphony of death in the black dragon's ears!

"..."

The black dragon's body froze completely.

He could clearly feel the icy chill that the broken blade had brought when it grazed his ear.

If it were just one centimeter off... no! Even just one millimeter off!

Now, what's nailed to the pillar is no longer that blade.

It was his head, which wasn't worth much!

"Clatter".

A soft sound.

The top-quality cigar that Heilong had been holding in his still intact hand, which he had bought from Cuba for tens of thousands of yuan, fell to the ground.

Followed by.

His right hand, which was bruised and bleeding from the impact and was now only half a knife hilt, began to tremble uncontrollably.

He looked at the young man in front of him, who hadn't changed his posture at all from beginning to end. For the first time, a feeling called "fear" appeared in his lifeless eyes!

It's a primal fear that comes from the depths of the soul, the kind that only rabbits feel when they see tigers, or mortals when they see gods!

He finally understood.

Just what kind of... **God of Slaughter** has I invited today?

Liu Ming, however, acted as if he had casually swatted a fly.

He didn't even bother to look at the terrified underworld godfather again.

He simply and slowly withdrew his hand.

Then, he picked up the cup of Wuyi Mountain Mother Tree Da Hong Pao tea that was already cold on the table.

I took a small sip.

His demeanor was so composed, as if the life-or-death battle that had terrified anyone just moments before had never existed.

The entire pavilion in the middle of the lake was deathly silent.

Only the broken blade nailed to the pillar was still making a "humming" sound.

Liu Ming put down her teacup, making a crisp sound.

He looked at the tea leaves floating in the cup, shook his head, and said something that made everyone present feel as if they had fallen into an ice cave.

"The tea is good."

"Humans are no good."