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The smiling eyes swept towards Stella like a venomous snake.

"It's simple. Just apologize nakedly."

"This is basic in Japan. Your Highness Stella, if you just do this, I will let them go."

"You bastard, it looks like you're ready to be chopped into pieces by me."

It was so cold that just hearing those words was like being in the middle of winter.

"——Shigure's transformation!"

"One Sword Shura."

Chapter 075 Exchange Conditions

The magic power in Haramura Makoto's body was rising wildly, and it was like a blue mist that was venting in all directions, completely covering the space.

This moment, this instant.

Time stops here.

All things stopped here under the solidification of magic.

"One Sword Shura——"

At this time, Kurogane Ikki also shouted that he had reached the limit.

In her hand, the originally ordinary Yin Iron was also wrapped in pale blue flames, and her whole body turned directly into a black lightning. In just a moment, she slashed out countless sword lights.

If it were any other time, Haramura Makoto would be more interested in seeing how Ikki Kurogane did it, breaking his own survival instinct and pushing his limits.

But at this moment when his reason was constantly being washed away by anger, he had no interest in doing such a thing.

“The first second!”

Haramura Makoto took the first step and stepped directly to the center point.

"Second second!"

He took the second step, came back to Stella's side, reached out and gently touched Stella's red hair.

"The third second!"

He stepped out of the crowd completely, holding the blood-red long sword Yu Yue in his hand.

"Fourth second."

Haramura Makoto has already arrived in front of Wei Xiao.

Looking at the face that was so twisted that he almost wanted to vomit, and the hands that were stretched out and made him extremely disgusted, Haramura Makoto raised Ugetsu high in his hands, and the look in his pupils was already extremely cold.

"Fifth second."

The barrier formed by the blue mist shattered, and the world that had been stagnant for a long time began to function normally again.

"Boom!"

There were two consecutive sounds of something falling to the ground.

The sword Ugetsu, which Haramura Makoto had originally held high, now fell casually to the right side of his body.

"Tick, tick..."

What followed was the rhythmic and continuous sound of raindrops that rang out in this silent space.

"I see. You are truly worthy of being called Master Smile. Even though I cut off your arm, you were able to endure the pain and not utter even a single cry."

"I'm sorry, I actually have some respect for you now."

(What the hell is this brown-haired guy talking about? I clearly told you not to move any of the animals.)

(Disobedient animals must be punished so that they will understand reason.)

Electrical signals were transmitted from the brain to force the raised hand to drop and allow his men to shoot.

(Strange, why does my head suddenly feel a little dizzy?)

(Eh? I let my hands drop, why haven’t they shot yet?)

His vision became blurry, his brain became increasingly dizzy, and he tried his best to control his eyeballs, trying to lower his gaze.

"Blood?"

Not only his head and eyesight, but even his voice became hoarse.

But he did not notice anything unusual in his voice. Instead, his eyes were focused on his arms.

It was a hollow arm, with blood gushing out from the neatly broken part like a fountain.

The bright red blood had even coagulated into a pool on the flat ground. In the center of the blood pool were two severed hands.

What was worn on that severed hand was his inherent spiritual outfit——『Ring of the Grand Chancellor』.

"Is this my hand?"

Smile asked this question to herself.

The pain that should have come a long time ago and was delayed for a long time finally began to impact his nerves like a surging tide.

"Ahhh-"

The heart-wrenching wails finally sounded at this moment.

This twisted guy's defense was broken for the first time since he came in.

He no longer had the composure he had at the beginning, and his every move could bring fear to everyone.

Instead, he was now wailing because of his broken hand, with tears and snot mixed together in his miserable appearance, like a noisy clown performing a drama there.

"Confused, trash?"

Haramura Makoto looked down at the man kneeling in a pool of blood, covering his broken arm and wailing.

This was what Haramura Makoto planned from the beginning.

He moved himself to the center, and then used his strongest move at the moment, "Shigure no Tsukai" which could stop time.

Normally, the controllable range of his Shigure Transformation is very small.

To be specific, the radius is at most about 50 meters.

However, the range of Shiyu's transformation is constant according to the strength of the enemy being controlled. Generally speaking, the strength of controlling the swordsman is at most a radius of fifty meters.

If it was someone as strong as Stella, the range he needed to concentrate on would have to be further reduced.

But fortunately.

Everyone here is an ordinary person, not only the hostages but even the terrorists are just ordinary people.

Makoto Haramura can try to dilute the concentration of his magic power as much as possible, sacrificing quality in pursuit of range.

Then, Ikki Kurogane's instant outburst made the twenty or so terrorists lose their ability to move.

As for the only swordsman here.

Are you kidding me? Did you really think that Haramura Makoto's hellish training these days was all in vain? Did you still think that his magic control ability was as rubbish as before?

Precise control of all the elements might seem difficult, but it is not that difficult if you focus on strengthening one of the points.

This is also the reason why the last hit has to be done by Kurogane Ikki instead of him doing it himself.

"But there's no need for you to know."

Five sword lights directly tore through the space, and five blood-colored arrows gushed out.

Smile wanted to say something but found that she could no longer make any sound and her consciousness was gradually disconnected.

His body gradually lost strength and he tried his best to control himself, but he couldn't help but fall to the ground.

"You don't have a chance to repent for your service."

"You have insulted Stella, so die here."

……

The society is very tolerant towards those who cut down swords.

Especially within the alliance, there are very few situations where the Swordsman can be sentenced to death. Trash like this will generally not be executed directly. At most, he will be put in prison and sentenced to life imprisonment.

But Haramura Makoto didn't want to waste even one more second on this kind of rubbish. His existence in this world was just a waste of air.

The best destination for garbage is to be swept into the garbage dump as soon as possible.

"Hmph, not bad!"

"You still retain such skills. You two are indeed worthy opponents."

"Forget it this time. I will go to her dojo tomorrow and wait for you. Please don't stand me up."

With his hands in his trouser pockets, Kurashiki Kōto walked over with a gangster look on his face, said this condescendingly, glanced at the angry-looking Ayatsuji Kunase, and went back to his younger brothers.

"It seems that we have come to this point. Why don't you talk to us?"

"Ayatsuji-senpai, it will take some time for the police to arrive anyway, so why not use this time to explain what happened between you and that little thug just now."

"Anyway, my friend has been forced into your dispute."

"I think we should at least have the right to know."

Haramura Makoto fixed his gaze on Ayatsuji Kunase.

Just as Haramura Makoto said just now, as student knights and swordsmen, they have the responsibility to protect the people in the situation just now, and they also have the right to use force when the situation demands.

That is to say, they can ignore casualties and other situations, and as long as there are no large-scale casualties among the hostages, they do not have to bear any responsibility.

But no matter what, they are now student knights who have not obtained a formal knight's license and have no law enforcement power.

The subsequent handling, detention, and record-taking all require professionals to do.

They can only wait here now.

So he should take advantage of this time to solve the problems that he hadn't solved last time.

"makes sense."

The enemy left here, and Ayatsuji Junze's agitated mood was relieved and calmed down.

"My father's name is Ayatsuji Kaito..."

Ayatsuji Kaito, known as the last samurai.

Although he was just an ordinary human being, he became famous because of his superb swordsmanship and defeated many sword-breakers.

However, this is also where the problem comes from.

Two years ago, Ayatsuji Kaito was suddenly diagnosed with a heart disease. For the sake of the rest of his life and his family, he finally chose to give up kendo and stop.

But soon after he retired, Kurashiki Kōto came to challenge him.

Of course Kurashiki Kurato refused.

But not long after this rejection, problems began to arise in Kaito Ayatsuji's dojo.

The disciples he accepted were always attacked by unknown people, and after a long time, everyone left the temple.

That's right, they were attacked by Kurashiki Kurato and his minions. Not only were they tortured physically, but even their desire to practice swordsmanship was broken.

"Sure enough, garbage is garbage."

"Scum is scum."

Haramura Makoto sneered.

"Yeah, he's trash."

Ayatsuji Kunase clenched his fists and clenched his teeth.

"That's why my father finally agreed to duel with him when he broke into the dojo again."

The result is already obvious.

If Ayatsuji Kaito had won, Ayatsuji Kunise would not have shown such an expression, and Kurashiki Kurato would not have entangled them like this.

"I don't think you lost in swordsmanship, Mr. Kaito."

Kurogane Ikki interrupted with great certainty.