My transformation into a beautiful girl started with a hemorrhage.

Their values ​​were severely shaken.

However, they were, after all, a directly subordinate unit, an elite force. While feeling disbelief, they also felt a severe crisis of death. Their minds were on edge, and their fingers never stopped pulling the trigger.

Kouta dodged left and right, his body leaving blurry afterimages in the air. To the astonishment of the others, they found that the speed at which they moved their gun barrels was not as fast as the speed at which his body moved!

Despite their intense focus and heightened tension, the moment they aimed their guns at their opponents, the opponents had already vanished.

fast!

too fast!

Some had given up aiming and started firing randomly, and this method actually worked. Several times, they hit Kouta by sheer luck, but the bullets were either deflected by the blade or hit the force of the shot, leaving a bright red mark on Kouta's body.

It won't hurt Kōta at all.

A distance of a few dozen meters would normally be covered in an instant for Kouta. Although the bullets slowed his speed, he was still rapidly closing in on them by dodging left and right.

Shibamiya Seiko clearly saw this scene.

Knowing that these people couldn't stop him, he turned around and ran back to the palace.

Less than two seconds after he left.

In fact, only about 7 seconds have passed since they started attacking.

In those seven seconds, Kouta had already brought them within ten meters of them, despite being surrounded by more than a hundred guns.

As Kouta moved at high speed, he caught sight of three panicked bodyguards ten meters away, and a bloodthirsty red light flashed in his eyes.

"Now, it's my turn to attack!"

Kōta murmured in a low voice, and with another "Boom!" the ground exploded, and he disappeared from his original spot. The next moment, he appeared in front of the three people. A silver light flashed, and the heads of the three people shot into the sky, spraying blood three feet high in a shooting shape. The smell of blood was overwhelming, stirring up a panic in the hearts of these people.

Kouta, however, did not slow down. He passed the three people and flashed toward the people behind them. The katana in his hand turned into streaks of silver light, slashing and killing wildly. He slashed horizontally, vertically, diagonally, and from bottom to top... Wherever he flashed, there was a rain of blood.

"Ah... Ouch... I'll fight you to the death..."

Each person who passed by represented one or more corpses. The blade flashed at high speed, and no one could see the trajectory of the blade, nor could anyone make him make a second strike!

After a few breaths, countless people had been killed. The scene was empty, littered with severed limbs and corpses lying haphazardly on the ground. None of these corpses were intact; they were all broken into one or more pieces.

The blood gushing from these corpses had accumulated here, forming a ditch that flowed towards the low-lying areas...

The stench of blood in the air had reached a terrifying level, mixed with various acidic and alkaline secretions from internal organs... It was utterly disgusting...

This... is purgatory!

"Run!...Monster...Monster..."

"We can't win! We can't win! Heaven has sent demons and gods to punish us... We can't win..."

"..."

The dozen or so survivors, seeing Kouta standing like a god or a demon in the arena, had lost all will to fight and began to flee. Although they were Shiba Miyako's direct subordinates, they were still human, and humans are afraid and will try to survive.

Faced with a battle they clearly had no chance of winning, their instincts kicked in and they began to flee.

Kouta didn't give chase, because although these people had lost their will to fight, they were driven by instinct to flee in different directions.

If we go after these people, the "master" here might run away.

Kōta's main goal is to eliminate the leader; as for these subordinates, he'll kill as many as he can, without forcing the issue.

and,

Kouta looked up meaningfully and gazed in one direction, but it was pitch black there and he couldn't see anything at all.

A kilometer away.

A sniper hidden in a tree was startled and said in disbelief, "He... he really found me!"

He was a sniper hired by the Shiba family at a high price, but he never fired a single shot from beginning to end.

Because after he first saw Kouta's fantastical battle from a distance, he had absolutely no confidence in taking down his opponent with a single shot.

The other party is not an ordinary person, and may even be... not even human.

That speed of movement, that speed of reaction, and... that sense of crisis.

As an observer, he saw things clearly.

He discovered that in addition to his obvious high-speed movement and super-fast reaction, Kouta also possessed a super sensory ability.

Having seen it several times already, Kouta deflected the bullets flying from behind him with his sword without turning his head.

This left him with absolutely no confidence in hitting Kōta.

Moreover, he knew that if he missed or failed to kill his opponent, he would have no chance of escaping given the opponent's abnormal movement speed.

This is a true kill shot; it's either you or me who dies!

And most likely he will be the one to die.

It was obvious that he...didn't want to die.

So he never fired a shot.

Now, looking through the sniper scope at the other person gazing in his direction, he felt thankful that he hadn't fired!

At the same time, seeing that the other party ignored him and turned to enter the palace, he breathed a huge sigh of relief.

He knew the Chai family was finished tonight, but so be it, it was none of his business. He leaped and picked a tree, quickly leaving the place.

Kōta withdrew his gaze and waded through the bloody water step by step into the hall. His feet were covered with a powerful force, which pushed away the blood as soon as it approached. So much so that even though the ground was covered in blood, his shoes and soles were still slightly stained with blood.

Chapter 311 Enter

Inside the hall.

Chai Gongqing rushed in in a panic, disregarding all etiquette, and said anxiously to Chai Gongwu, "My lord, please leave here immediately, it's no longer safe here!"

Chai Gongwu asked in confusion, "Has the situation become this serious? How many people have they sent?"

"This, this—" Chai Gongqing stammered, unsure how to explain for a moment. Finally, he forced himself to say, "The other party... there is only one person."

He had barely finished speaking.

Before Chai Gongwu could speak, Chai Gongnei growled and asked, "What's going on? Are you all useless? So many of you can't even handle one person?"

"Lord Inner Palace, the enemy... the enemy is extremely powerful!" Chai Gongqingkong was so enraged that he couldn't lift his head.

"Alright, let Qingkong finish speaking." Chai Gongwu paused, then looked at Chai Gongqingkong and asked, "What exactly is the situation?"

"My lord, the situation is extremely urgent. The people outside can probably only hold them off for a short while. You should leave here as soon as possible. I will explain to you on the way!" Chai Gongqingkong said anxiously.

"Is the situation really that serious?!" Shiba Gongwu exclaimed incredulously.

Keep in mind that he deployed four hundred armed men at the manor!

He only heard gunshots, not explosions, which meant the other side was using light weapons.

Using only light weapons, he was confident that he could fight even if the American troops stationed in Japan came.

And now, Chai Gongqingkong is telling him that not only can his several hundred men not deal with one person, but they can only hold off the other party for "a moment"!?

What exactly happened outside?

Chai Gongwu suddenly had a bad feeling. He couldn't help but recall the events of the past few days, wondering if he had overlooked something...

But, as soon as he finished speaking...

A commotion, shouting, gunshots, and screams erupted outside the house.

"Who are you... Ah... Shoot... Shoot... Bang bang... What... Ah... Ah... Ah..."

This house is in the old style. Apart from the necessary load-bearing walls and supporting columns, the other walls are all wooden, and paper and silk are pasted in the gaps between the wooden walls.

This type of wall can block the wind and provide shade; it is very thin and very light, but its sound insulation capability is approximately zero.

Inside the room, everyone listened in terror to the abruptly stopped screams outside.

Especially when you see the paper wall stained red with streaks of blood, the blood soaking the paper and slowly flowing down its surface.

It sent chills down the spines of everyone in the room.

Instantly, an atmosphere of fear filled the room.

Eighty percent of the crowd had already stood up tremblingly; if it weren't for Chai Gongwu's imposing presence, they would have run away long ago.

Now they stand there, heads bowed, glancing at Chai Gongwu with expectant eyes, wanting to leave but not daring to, looking quite comical.

Looking at their disgraceful behavior, Chai Gongwu thought to himself, 'Sure enough, those without noble bloodlines are simply unfit for respectable positions.'

"Who's outside?" Chai Gongwu asked in a low voice, his tone calm and composed, displaying the demeanor of an adult.

He had just finished speaking.

flutter!

A tearing sound of paper rang out.

It turned out that someone had violently kicked a hole in the back door of the house.

then,

A figure crashed through the sliding door of the paper and cloth shop, stepping over the scraps of paper and wood chips on the ground, and walked in step by step, appearing before the people in the room.

This person was naturally Kouta.

Through the large hole in the wooden wall that Kouta had smashed, everyone inside could see the mangled limbs and pieces of flesh scattered on the ground outside, and smell the stench of blood wafting into the house.

They could barely control their trembling as they looked at the figure in front of them wearing a blue demon mask, carrying a samurai sword, and dressed in impeccably clean clothes, without a single drop of blood on them.

This terrifying and eerie scene led them to believe that Kouta was a legendary ghost or deity seeking revenge!

Especially the women and some of the younger generation who had never seen blood.

They are used to being pampered and living a comfortable life, and have long lost their sense of crisis. They would feel pain for a long time even if they just scraped their skin, let alone bled.

Seeing this scene so closely now, they suddenly realized how close they had come to death!

No! They don't want to die!

They haven't lived enough yet!

"Ah...blood...blood..."