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Chapter 86 Tiger Eye Style - Sword Style

There was no time for Fang Qingzhou to dwell on the two ghostly flames and the system lag; the sounds of fighting had already attracted all the guards on the other side of Wangyue Tower.

Soon, a samurai wearing a straw hat and four ordinary samurai foot soldiers arrived.

The samurai wearing a straw hat was clearly a level above the ordinary foot soldiers. He wore a domaru and had not only a tachi at his waist but also a wakizashi. His eyes under the straw hat were also exceptionally sharp. After scanning the two corpses on the ground, he immediately locked onto Fang Qingzhou, who was standing in the center.

"Assassins! Protect the Divine Child!" The samurai wearing a straw hat shouted, and four foot soldiers immediately responded and scattered, surrounding Fang Qingzhou from different directions.

Without any hesitation, Fang Qingzhou turned and ran.

He could handle one or two samurai with surprise and ninja instinct, but now facing five well-trained enemies at once, he would definitely suffer losses in a head-on confrontation.

Without Bristleback's damage reduction, he would avoid getting injured if possible.

Fang Qingzhou ran ahead, while the samurai chased after him. Thanks to the agility of a ninja, the samurai could not outrun him and could only be led around in circles. He had already mastered the skill of circling in Raccoon City and now used it with ease.

After running for a few minutes, Fang Qingzhou began to pant, but the warriors behind him were panting even more heavily.

Fang Qingzhou knew it was about time. He suddenly stopped, his shoes leaving a shallow mark on the gravel. His body leaned slightly forward due to inertia, and then he turned around in that instant.

The blade aimed straight for the throat of the closest foot soldier chasing behind.

The foot soldier's pupils suddenly contracted. He saw the sword, and could even clearly see the moonlight reflecting off its tip, but he couldn't dodge it.

His legs had become heavy from the chase over the past few minutes, and the tip of the knife had pierced his throat, penetrating his trachea and carotid artery.

The blade was pulled out the instant it pierced the ground, and blood gushed from the foot soldier's throat, resembling a dark red ribbon suddenly unfurled in the moonlight.

The remaining three foot soldiers hesitated for a moment when they saw their comrade fall.

But it was only for a moment, when the samurai wearing a straw hat shouted sharply from behind.

"Surround him! He's alone! Don't give him a chance to pick them off one by one!"

The three foot soldiers gritted their teeth and dispersed again, approaching Fang Qingzhou from three different directions.

Fang Qingzhou did not retreat. He gripped the wedge-shaped blade, the blade pointing diagonally at the ground, and drops of blood dripped from the tip of the blade onto the gravel.

The foot soldier on the left front was the first to lose his composure. He let out a low roar, raised his katana with both hands, and charged towards Fang Qingzhou, slashing down with the blade.

A crisp metallic clang exploded in the night sky, and a string of sparks flew between the two men.

But the next moment, Fang Qingzhou kicked the foot soldier in the chest. He staggered back two steps, but before he could regain his footing, Fang Qingzhou saw the illusory red dot again, and the tip of the blade pierced through the red dot.

The second foot soldier fell, and a foot soldier to the right rear seized the opportunity.

He had somehow circled around to Fang Qingzhou's side and behind, and his samurai sword silently slashed towards the back of his neck.

Fang Qingzhou sensed it, but instead of turning around, he fell to the ground.

The katana swept across his head, shaving off several strands of hair.

As Fang Qingzhou fell, he braced himself with his left hand, his body springing up like a spring. He swung the blade upwards from the bottom, the blade slicing from the foot soldier's abdomen all the way to his chest, blood and fragments of internal organs gushing out from the wound.

But one of the foot soldiers still managed to slash him in the back with his sword.

Fang Qingzhou felt a burning pain in his back, but he ignored the pain and turned around to slash the foot soldier's throat with his knife.

Soon, all four foot soldiers fell to the ground, blood spreading from beneath their corpses, staining the cold courtyard floor with an ever-expanding pool of blood. Light snowflakes drifted down, melting instantly upon landing in the warm blood.

"Aren't you going to run away?" Fang Qingzhou asked, panting, as he looked at the last warrior wearing a straw hat.

He didn't really want to fight the samurai; his shoulder was burning with pain, and he just wanted to get it treated and rest for a while.

"Lord Genichiro entrusted this place to us, and we must fulfill our mission!" the samurai wearing a straw hat said in a deep voice, then drew his katana, gripped it with both hands, and took a few steps closer to Fang Qingzhou.

Fang Qingzhou did not advance to meet the attack, but instead raised the wedge ball to shoulder level and then assumed a strange posture of gathering power.

His waist and hips began to rotate, causing his shoulders, elbows, and wrists to exert force in sequence, and he swung the entire knife horizontally.

However, during the swing of the knife, he did not grip the hilt tightly. The hilt slid quickly out of his palm, and only at the last moment, just before the hilt was about to completely slip from his hand, did he suddenly tighten his fingers and firmly grasp the hilt.

This series of movements completely defies the power generation logic of any orthodox swordsmanship, and even looks somewhat comical, like someone accidentally flinging their sword out while swinging it and then frantically grabbing it back.

The samurai wearing a straw hat watched Fang Qingzhou's movements coldly, without making any defensive moves. The corners of his mouth even curled up slightly. His approach was carefully planned.

As a samurai, he knew very well the attack range of a samurai sword. Fang Qingzhou could not possibly hit him by swinging his sword from that position. The tip of the sword could only reach a few inches away from his face at most, and could not possibly hurt him in the slightest.

Instead, after the opponent's sword strike missed, he could immediately close the distance and decapitate the assassin in one swift motion.

But the next moment, he sensed something was wrong. The knife in Fang Qingzhou's hand seemed to have grown longer in his field of vision. He quickly realized what was going on because the hilt had slid to the very end, and the effective attack radius of the entire knife had been extended by a considerable amount.

This small gap may seem insignificant under normal circumstances, but in a deadly battle where both sides have calculated the distance down to the millimeter, that extra inch can mean the difference between life and death.

He tried to retreat, but it was too late; Fang Qingzhou's blade was already in front of him.

The tip of Kusabimaru's blade cleaved through his brow bone, splitting open his forehead and penetrating his cranial cavity, damaging the brain beneath his skull.

Fang Qingzhou watched as Kusabimaru barely managed to sever the samurai's head before letting out a long sigh of relief.

Upon seeing the distance of the samurai's stance, he recalled a technique from a manga he had read before, "Kengo Shiroto," called Tiger Eye Style: Sword Style.

The principle is not complicated: at the moment of swinging the sword, you deliberately loosen your grip on the sword, allowing the hilt to slide to the very end of your palm before gripping it again, thereby increasing the effective attack radius of the samurai sword.

The protagonist in the comic can even use two fingers to pinch the end of the hilt of the knife to further extend the attack range.

However, Fang Qingzhou was using this move for the first time and couldn't quite reach that level. The fact that he was able to grab the hilt at the last moment before it was about to slip completely out of his hand was entirely due to the wolf's body's superb reaction speed and the instinctive gripping of his fingers.

If it were me back when I was still struggling in the Raccoon City Police Department, that knife would probably have flown out of my hand by now.

There was no other way; Wolf's memories didn't contain any systematic and complete sword techniques. The ninja training content was all fragmented and disjointed. He could only look for moves that he could temporarily make do with from the anime and manga he had watched before. Unexpectedly, this move could actually be implemented.

Before Fang Qingzhou could even catch his breath, he heard another person's voice behind him.

"What kind of move is that? It looks quite interesting."

Fang Qingzhou quickly turned his head and saw a man dressed in a more refined tunic and carrying a giant samurai sword walking towards him.

Fang Qingzhou recognized this as the first elite monster players would encounter in the game, the team leader, Yamauchi Shigenori. This was no easy opponent; in the game, it would take two stealth kills to defeat him.

Countless newbies have met their tragic end under that samurai sword.

"Tiger Eye Style - Blade Style," Fang Qingzhou said, getting into position.

"Tiger Eye Style? I've never heard of that style before. Is it new?"

Yamauchi Shige then lowered the massive samurai sword, which was almost as tall as him, from his shoulder, gripped it with both hands, and pointed the tip of the sword at Fang Qingzhou's throat. The sheer length of the sword was enough to send chills down one's spine.

"Interesting! Let's see if your Tiger Eye Style is more powerful, or if our Ashina Style is superior!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than Yamauchi Shigeyuki made the first move. He took extremely large strides, covering the distance between the two in just two steps, and his giant samurai sword slashed down from above with terrifying wind pressure.

Fang Qingzhou didn't take the blow head-on, but dodged to the side. The giant samurai sword struck the spot where he had just stood, leaving a deep gash in the gravel ground.

Fang Qingzhou seized the opportunity to slash at Yamanouchi Shigezawa's wrist, but the opponent easily deflected it with the hilt of his sword. At the same time, the giant samurai sword swept across again, its speed so fast that it seemed impossible for such a heavy weapon to swing it.

Fang Qingzhou had no choice but to retreat again. He was not in a good condition to fight head-on, and he had not yet had time to heal the knife wound he had just received in his back.

Fang Qingzhou knew he had to use his brain. His gaze quickly swept over the surroundings: the moonlit courtyard, the scattered corpses, and the pools of blood on the ground.

Yamauchi Shigezawa's third slash came down, and Fang Qingzhou dodged again, but this time he didn't dodge completely. The tip of the blade grazed his shoulder, tearing the clothes on his shoulder.

"All you can do is dodge? What Tiger Eye Style? I think it's more like an escape style!" Yamauchi Shigenori laughed loudly, hoisting the giant katana onto his shoulder once more.

Fang Qingzhou ignored his taunts. He crouched down slightly, raised the wedge-shaped weapon to his shoulder again, and charged towards Yamauchi Shigezuru. This time, he did not choose to create distance but took the initiative to attack.

Yamauchi Shigeaki immediately raised his sword as well, but just as Fang Qingzhou was about to step into his attack range, his footwork suddenly changed, from a straight sprint to a sideways movement, while simultaneously throwing the wedge ball horizontally.

Just like before, at the very moment the hilt was about to slip completely from his hand, he grabbed the very end of the hilt, lowered his center of gravity, and slashed the blade at a very low angle toward Yamauchi Shigezuru's ankle.

The combat experience of the Secret Sword Flying Monkey Mountain Cutter was not bad either. He immediately pressed down on the giant samurai sword, and the blade was inserted in front of his ankle to block the attack.

"What can such petty tricks do to me!" Yamauchi Shigeyuki laughed loudly, wanting to retaliate.

But at that moment, Fang Qingzhou picked up a samurai sword from the ground with his left hand. It was unclear which corpse had dropped it.

He held the tip of the knife between his right fingers, concentrating all his strength in his wrist and fingertips in an extremely awkward but remarkably stable posture.

The next moment, the tip of the knife transformed into a beam of white light, shooting out from his fingertips.

Yamanouchi Shigetsu only saw a white light flash before his eyes, like a shooting star falling from the sky in the dead of night.

Before his brain could even process what the white light was, a thin line of blood appeared on his neck.

The next second, blood gushed out from the severed carotid artery, blooming into a scarlet flower in the moonlight. But the gushing blood quickly stopped. This guy's vitality was incredibly tenacious; even with his carotid artery severed, he could still hold on and not fall.

Fearing that this strike wouldn't kill him, Fang Qingzhou quickly got up from the ground, gripped the wedge-shaped weapon with both hands, and delivered another vicious blow to the illusory red dot that appeared on Yamanouchi Shigezuru's body.

The blade pierced through the red dot, penetrating the gap in the armor, through the chest cavity, and through the heart, before Yamauchi Shigenori's body finally collapsed.

Fang Qingzhou was finally able to catch his breath. He quickly grabbed the gourd from his waist, took a swig, and the wound on his back began to heal under the effect of the medicine.

To his even greater surprise, he discovered that the gourd, just as Jiulang had said, could actually replenish its own potion.

The spot where he had just drunk a large mouthful of medicine in the Moon Gazing Pavilion was now mostly filled with the re-flowing medicine.

Although the replenishment speed is not fast, it does indeed recover automatically.

At the same time, Fang Qingzhou did not expect that the moves he used to deal with his enemies were actually moves he had learned from watching anime.

Those techniques really are effective.

Of course, the essence is that the Tiger Eye Style's techniques are relatively simple and direct in principle, without many complicated and profound theories.

In the original manga, once the Tiger Eye Style's secret techniques are used in a battle, the user must kill the opponent immediately after the battle ends, for fear that someone will learn the technique or figure out a way to counter it after seeing it once.

There is only one core criterion for using the Tiger Eye style: having a body that has been tempered and refined through countless trials.

Fang Qingzhou happens to have a ninja body that was trained as a killing tool from childhood, which is why he was able to bring these secret techniques from the comic book panels into reality.

However, he still needs a lot of training to use these moves as skillfully as the sword masters in comics.

Just then, the system notification sounded again.

[Gain 230 experience points]

"System, can I upgrade my skill now?" Fang Qingzhou asked immediately. He still had some experience points left after completing the Resident Evil world last time, plus the experience points he gained from killing those samurai and Yamauchi Shigeyuki just now, which should be enough to upgrade at least one skill. Soon, the system's attribute panel appeared in front of him.

[Host: Fang Qingzhou (Wolf template loading)]

[Skill: Tiger Eye Style (Beginner)]

Special Abilities: Soul Absorption (Basic: Low probability of absorbing the enemy's soul and turning it into a paper doll); Ninja Strike (Can see through the enemy's weaknesses and kill them in one blow; the degree of insight depends on the strength of the host and the opponent)

[Main Character Aura: Dragon's Blood Power (Allows one free resurrection within a short period, which regenerates over time; however, excessive use will cause those around the user to contract Dragon's Cough)]