"It's... disappointing."
What is shocking is that almost at the same time as the old man drew his sword, the young man opposite said these words.
Everything happened too fast. When everyone heard this clearly, the words they originally wanted to refute were suppressed.
Card--
The sound of breaking came almost at the same time as the sonic boom.
The figures of the old man and the young man passed each other. To be precise, Inuyama He sprinted past Sun Haoran. Sun Haoran just stood there, motionless.
"!
! "
Everyone looked at Sun Haoran in horror as he raised his arm to block the attack.
On this arm, the half-broken blade was stuck firmly in the extremely hard skin.
Yuan Zhisheng shrank even more when he saw this scene.
This old man was once his kendo class teacher, and when he graduated, he had personally experienced this extremely fast sword.
The seventh-level word spirit instant, 128 times the speed, this is Iai's ultimate intention, this sword is faster than the speed of sound.
Of course, Inuyamaga's old body cannot withstand the pressure of exceeding the speed of sound. Therefore, although his sprint speed is very fast, it does not exceed the speed of sound. This is also the reason why this knife only hits after the sonic boom, truly exceeding the speed of sound. The only part was the long sword that was swinging down.
But even so, the destructive power of this sword is impossible even if Yuan Zhisheng's body has entered the keel state with the blessing of 'Emperor Blood', it is impossible to fight head-on like the person in front of him, and... the other person is even just standing still. Break that knife!
How terrifying does this have to be to do this?
Yuan Zhisheng suddenly felt bad.
monster.
Even more monster than the monster himself.
Other than that, he couldn't think of any other description that could describe the man in front of him.
"Hey~ I accept it, old man."
Sun Haoran didn't want to continue bullying the old man, so he calmly took off the broken blade stuck on his arm, turned around and looked at the old man's sluggish back.
After taking off the blade, you could see that there was only a superficial wound on his arm, and not even a drop of blood came out.
Because he didn't use divine power just now, this was too bullying.
At that moment, he simply used his word spirit and the half-baked golden light spell he learned from Zhang Chulan, coupled with his own physical body that grew with the divine power, this has already reached a body that is incomprehensible. The level of toughness may be regarded as 'indestructible' in the eyes of ordinary people.
Inuyama He's old hands holding the broken sword seemed to be trembling at the moment.
This is because when the blade collided with the body that made him incredibly hard, it suffered a very strong impact. The force was reciprocal. If the Japanese sword was not fragile and broke first, then it was probably him who broke. own arms.
But even if the arms are recovered, these hands may not be able to be used in fighting in a short time.
He was defeated, completely defeated.
Turning around and looking at the young man in front of him, he smiled and held up the broken blade with both hands. Inuyama Ga only felt humiliated.
It was the most humiliating thing I had ever experienced in decades, except in Angers.
"I'm really, really old..."
As he spoke, Inuyama Ga held himself up and slowly put the broken Japanese sword into the scabbard, took back the broken blade from the smiling young man in front of him, and returned to stand beside Minamoto with emotion.
He quietly put his hands behind his back, not wanting the three people opposite him to see his trembling appearance.
"..."
Seeing this scene, Yuan Zhisheng stepped forward silently.
He knew that the head of the Inuyama family had tried his best. The dying swordsman tried to open a path for him with the same ancient sword, but the sword broke the moment it touched the road in front of him.
Unfathomable.
The man from the ancient eastern country in front of them made them see how terrifying the road leading to that continent was.
"He is indeed an elite from the company. It's amazing."
Yuan Zhisheng applauded in wonder and expressed respect.
At this moment, except for him, all the people of the eight Sheqi families around him bowed their heads slightly and remained silent.
"No, thank you Yuanjun for the arrangement tonight. It's a good warm-up exercise."
Sun Haoran caressed the wound on his arm intentionally or unintentionally.
And guess what?
In the eyes of everyone in the Sheqi Eighth Family as if they had seen a ghost, the knife wound healed instantly at an astonishing speed, with no sign of injury at all.
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This guy definitely did it on purpose and let them see it on purpose.
"Everyone... just enjoy yourself..."
When Yuan Zhisheng saw this, the corner of his mouth twitched.
He shouldn't have held a banquet to test the proficiency of these guys. It was simply humiliating himself.
"Then...please move to the next room and the banquet will continue. I have also prepared a place for you to stay. You can rest peacefully after the banquet. I apologize for any inconvenience in the reception."
"Thank you for your trouble."
Sun Haoran and others looked at each other with a smile.
Can't you ask the minister for a salary increase this time?
Their slap-in-the-face operation went smoothly beyond expectations. There was no other way, so who asked people to take the initiative to bring their faces towards them? They feel like they are not giving each other face even if they don't take action, which is really disrespectful.
I have to say that it’s really refreshing to see the other person’s teeth itching but he can’t do anything about them and even continues to entertain them warmly.
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At this time, in the mountains outside Tokyo.
The road under the fire-red torii gates stretches towards the ancient shrine on the top of the mountain. The century-old cherry trees on both sides of the road are still blooming even though they have already passed their flowering period. It looks extremely weird.
In front of the screen deep in the shrine, the old man was sitting on a futon. It was obviously daytime, but the light here was extremely dim. You even needed to rely on the surrounding lights to see clearly the solemn look on the old man's face at this moment.
"Is that so... then you should entertain them well."
"Dudu——"
The old man hung up the phone calmly and looked at the corridor leading outside the shrine.
Looking out from the dark corridor, the light outside the shrine is like a dazzling lone star.
"It looks like...an evil star has arrived."
The old man looked at the light spot and sighed.
"It doesn't matter."
Overlapping voices came from the screen behind the old man, and these voices were full of banter.
"Oh? Sirs, are you interested in this visitor?"
When the old man heard this, a faint smile appeared on his face, but when he turned around, the smile disappeared.
He looked at the screen in front of him respectfully.
Visible through the weak candlelight, there are seven faint figures that flicker and appear behind them. Some of them are sitting upright, some are lying on their sides, and some are standing with their hands folded. They are holding objects of different shapes, majestic and mysterious.
"It's not interest, it's just... we seemed to smell a familiar smell from just now."
"Smell..."
"Monkey smell..."
"What you said is absolutely true..."
"It's him?"
"No, it's impossible..."
"No matter who it is, what should we fear?"
"Hahahahahaha——"
The voices coming from behind the screen seemed to be arguing about something.
"..."
The old man listened to their argument quietly, keeping a respectful look on his face.
"Boy!"
Finally, after some arguing, some of them called him.
"My lord is here." The old man knelt down on the futon, "My lords, is there anyone who needs your help?"
"It will take some time for us to recover our strength. Before that... find a way to keep him." A majestic voice came from behind the screen. The seven figures seemed to have reached a point. The voices overlapped again, and it was no longer audible at this moment. Even the gender of emotions is difficult to distinguish.
"As commanded."
The old man accepted the order respectfully and bowed devoutly like a believer.
call--
The wind from nowhere blew out the candlelight, the shadows behind the screen disappeared, and the light seemed to become brighter.
Tap tap tap tap——
At this moment, crisp footsteps came from behind.
"Parents, I'm sorry to disturb you in worshiping God?"
The visitor was in a hurry and asked with some doubts. He looked at the old man with eyes full of respect.
"No, there isn't."
The old man turned around with a smile and motioned for the other person to sit down on another futon in front of him.
"Thank you, parents." The young man sat down respectfully.
"Zhixiong, in such a hurry, do you have a progress report?" the old man asked.
Sitting in front of him at this moment is the head of the Miyamoto family of the Eight Sheqi families, Miyamoto Shio, who is also the director in charge of the Yanliu Research Institute. He is currently the highest technical person in charge of the Eight Sheqi families, and Miyamoto Shio is currently responsible for the research. The project is extremely important to the entire Sheqi family and even all mixed-race descendants in Japan.
They are looking for... their 'god'.
"We are currently surveying rivers deep underground, and today... the tributaries flowing under Mount Fuji suddenly became restless..." Shizuo Miyamoto reported respectfully, "This is the first time a violent incident has occurred since the survey began. The specific reason for the change in elemental flow has not yet been identified.”
"Is it a tributary under Mount Fuji? It does need to be treated with caution..." The old man's tone was a little solemn, "But before that, I think we have other things to solve."
"Um? Is there anything more important than this?" Miyamoto Shio was a little confused.
"Zhixiong, even if you stay in the research room all the time, don't forget to observe the situation around you..." The old man shook his head helplessly and explained, "Just now, Zhisheng called me and said, 'Everywhere is accessible.' There are people coming over there, and they seem to be difficult to deal with.”
"'Accessible everywhere'?" Miyamoto Shixiong was a little confused, "Why did they come suddenly? And... the young master can be described as difficult to deal with... this..."
"It's really difficult to handle, isn't it?" The old man chuckled, "And according to the information the family has received, people from the company are involved with the college this time."
"The person who came here is evil..." Miyamoto Shio also seemed to realize the seriousness of the problem, "Could it be that the academy discovered our actions and wanted to use a knife to kill someone?"
"I don't know." The old man shook his head slightly, "But the soldiers will cover up the water and the earth, so we need to be careful."
"Then...research here?" Miyamoto Shio asked hesitantly.
"Of course we will continue to implement it, but it may be difficult for us to provide help to you in a short period of time." The old man said with a little regret in his tone.
"No, no help is needed. It's just a slight change at the moment, and there are no substantial findings. We will continue to observe." Miyamoto Shio hurriedly waved his hands, "Everyone, please feel free to deal with the trouble coming from the company. This I can handle it properly."
"That's hard on you, but if you find anything that needs attention, please report it at any time."
"Yes, sir, I'll take my leave now."
After Miyamoto finished his report, he respectfully stepped down.
He saw the helplessness in the old man's eyes at this moment, and felt that he had a heavy responsibility at this moment.
However, just after Miyamoto Shio left, a strange smile appeared on the face of the old man who was originally solemn.
"Things are really... getting more and more interesting, aren't they?"
This old man, whom Miyamoto Shio called the 'eldest patriarch', is naturally the contemporary supreme leader of the eight Sheqi families, Masamune Tachibana.
At this moment, Tachibana Masamune's face was full of amusement.
As soon as the people over there arrived, the underground river section here began to be restless, and even the arrogant guys who called themselves 'gods' began to become restless. Is this really a coincidence?
He didn't believe it.
Tachibana Masamune slowly stood up and left the shrine.
After returning to Genji Heavy Industries, he immediately had the information of several people from the visiting company sent to his office.
"Is this... this young man? Sun Haoran..."
He squinted slightly and looked at Sun Haoran's photo on the file.
This was the difficult guy mentioned by Yuan Zhisheng when he reported to him, and he also seemed to be the one those arrogant guys were interested in.
Coupled with the restlessness of the underground veins, everything seems to indicate that something is about to happen.
"It's interesting to see such drastic changes because of the arrival of a 'person'..."
The smile on Tachibana Masamune's face grew stronger.
He is looking forward to how things will develop next.
Hybrids, aliens, dragons, and even those arrogant guys who claim to be gods...
What kind of farce will these stupid pathetic guys put on for him?
"Let's make trouble, let's make trouble... No matter what... the final winner must be me."
Yes, he is so confident.
Everything seems to be under his control, even the so-called 'gods' are nothing more than 'chess pieces' that can be used in his opinion.
Nothing could stop his plan, not until the end.
"'God'? That's ridiculous. I'll show you... what... a real god is."
In the closed office, no one could see the crazy smile on the old man's face at this moment.
It's like no one knows that besides being the head of the eight Sheqi families, he also has another identity - the king of the Menggui clan.
Menggui Zhong, this is an organization that is opposed to the eight Sheqi families that rule Japan. To put it simply, he plays two roles and truly dominates the entire Japan.
Everything is under his control, which is why he is so confident that no one can stop his ambition.
[Sun Haoran: Ah, yes, yes, no one knows, no one can stop it (laughing). 】
