Only I Follow the Law: An Unorthodox Tokyo Cultivation Routine

Chapter 100 A Battle Where Blade Qi Flies

As a citizen of the United States, James believed himself to be inherently superior to the islanders.

Although he maintained a polite facade in front of these people, he didn't even take someone like Deputy Commissioner of the Metropolitan Police Department, Toshiro Hirano, seriously.

After all, to the United States, the island nation is nothing more than a dog that can be sacrificed at any time, and isn't the leader of the dog still just a dog?

For them, going to the Middle East is suffering, going to Europe is normal work, but coming to the island nation and South Korea is purely for the purpose of becoming a de facto ruler.

"clear."

Mori Shingo nodded humbly, his posture extremely subservient.

Just then, a voice that didn't belong to anyone in the room suddenly rang out.

"Did you call Death to come to your door?"

Suddenly, Han Chuanyu emerged from the wall and slashed Mori Shingo across the neck with his sword.

Mori Shingo's flattering expression was still frozen on his face when his vision suddenly spun around, and he saw the smooth, mirror-like incision on his neck, with the blood vessels and muscle lines clearly visible in the cross-section.

What's wrong with me? That's—my own body?

Consciousness froze at that moment.

"puff!!"

Blood gushed out from the severed neck, scalding hot blood spraying all over the three soldiers. Before they could recover from this bizarre scene, they were drenched in a pungent, bloody mist.

James slammed his glass to the ground, abruptly stood up, his hand already reaching for his gun holster, his voice filled with barely suppressed anger and shock: "Who are you?!"

"The ones who will take your dog lives."

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Han Chuanyou brandished his long sword, showing no intention of sparing the lives of the three soldiers. What kind of good stuff would want a few underage girls to provide door-to-door service?

Moreover, the three of them were clearly labeled as Western barbarian beastmen.

"Playing tricks."

James had already drawn his pistol and released the safety. He suppressed his panic; it seemed the other party was just a young punk who hadn't even made a move earlier.

He sneered, "Who do you think you can scare with that broken knife? Times have changed, my friend."

The three moved very quickly, almost instinctively spreading out to form a triangular formation.

James secretly rejoiced, realizing that he had forgotten to remove his sidearm in his eagerness to enjoy himself, and now it came in handy.

"Kid, kneel down." He raised the gun, pointing it at Han Chuanyou's forehead, his tone contemptuous. "Now it's my turn."

Han Chuanyou did not retreat at all, but instead stepped forward.

James pulled the trigger without hesitation.

"Bang!"

Gunshots rang out in the enclosed room, rattling the glass as bullets, still glowing with hot muzzle flash, shot out of the muzzle.

The bullet's speed was no match for Han Chuanyou, who possessed divine consciousness. With a flick of his blade, he precisely deflected the bullet towards his opponent.

After mastering the "Severing Water Flow" technique, his understanding of swordsmanship had reached a new level.

James felt a sharp pain in his ear. He touched it and found it drooping to the side of his face, his hand stained with warm blood. He trembled all over.

What kind of speed is that?!

Is it possible for an ordinary person to shoot a bullet back?

But at this moment, Han Chuanyou moved again. A flash of light appeared in his hand, and an invisible blade of energy swept past him, slashing towards the soldier on the rightmost of the three men with a sharp whooshing sound.

Wherever the blade's energy passed, the air seemed to be torn open.

The soldier didn't even have time to scream before his body was cleanly severed at the waist. His upper body fell forward with the momentum, while his lower body remained standing. Blood and internal organs gushed from the cut, splattering all over the ground.

What the hell is this?! Is this even human?!

James felt a chill run down his spine, and his fingers instinctively kept pulling the trigger, bullets pouring out like water.

The other surviving soldier also came to his senses and started firing his pistol wildly, with spent cartridges clattering all over the ground.

Han Chuanyou's figure moved like a ghost amidst the hail of bullets.

He swung his sword to meet the attack, unleashing the full power of his "Severing Water Flow" sword technique. The blade traced silver arcs in the air, so fast that they were impossible for the naked eye to follow.

Everything flowed smoothly and naturally, cleanly, exuding a unique beauty.

"Ding ding ding ding————"

The bullets struck the blade, scattering sparks. Every bullet aimed at him was precisely intercepted, shattered, and deflected by the long sword; none could cross the defensive line erected by the blade's edge.

The magazine was empty, and the sound of the firing pin striking the empty chamber was particularly jarring in the silence.

The two soldiers' hands froze in mid-air, their guns still smoking, but their eyes had completely changed.

Fear, disbelief, and a tremor from the depths of one's soul when faced with a powerful being beyond comprehension.

"How is that possible—"

James's voice was dry and his lips trembled. He wanted to say that this was not real, but the bullet fragments scattered all over the ground and the still convulsing bodies of his comrades reminded him that this was reality.

Han Chuanyou didn't give him any more time to think.

He took a step forward, his long sword slashing horizontally, the blade cutting through the air with the power to cleave everything in its path.

James instinctively raised his gun to block, and half of his arm flew out along with the gun.

"what!"

Before the screams could even finish, Han Chuanyou had already turned around and stabbed the second soldier through the chest with a backhand.

The blade protruded from his back. The man looked down at the blade in his chest, opened his mouth twice, and then fell silent.

James clutched his broken arm and stumbled backward.

He stared at the long, blood-dripping sword, at the mysterious figure slowly approaching him, his eyes filled with despair.

"You—you are not human—you are not—"

The blade flashed again.

James's voice abruptly stopped. His head, still carrying the last vestiges of fear, flew off, hit the wall, and rolled into a pool of blood.

The headless body stood for a moment, then its knees buckled, and it collapsed to its knees with a thud. It then slumped forward and crashed onto the carpet, never to rise again.

Han Chuanyou sheathed his sword and looked around. The reception room was in a mess, with four corpses lying haphazardly in pools of blood.

It's still more satisfying to fight like this, where every blow draws blood.

The Xuan-level sword technique was indeed powerful and effective.

Wanting to finish what he started, he took a kerosene lighter from one of the men's pockets. Then, he searched the office for a moment and quickly found the safe containing the contract documents.

He cleaved the paper in two, gathered all the documents into a pile, flicked the lighter's disc with his finger, and with a "snap," a flame leaped up. He threw the burning lighter into the pile of papers, which were ignited by the flames, began to curl, turn black, and finally turn to ashes.

Han Chuanyou stood before the firelight, watching the contracts that bound countless girls gradually disappear until their figures vanished from sight.

[You have destroyed an evil organization and seized the following spoils: 3 mid-grade Yellow-rank Spirit Gathering Pills, 20 mid-grade spirit stones, and a low-grade Profound-rank Jade Slip for the technique "Void Object Manipulation"]