stonecrandall Chapter 243: 3 Swords, 1 Fists, Axe, Jackals, Tigers, Leopards, and Evil Gods
Chapter 243: 3 Swords, 1 Fists, Axe, Jackals, Tigers, Leopards, and Evil Gods
The whole audience burst into laughter and looked in the direction where the sound came from. The guards standing at the outermost edge had already drawn their swords, with cold light flashing.
But he was interrupted by the filthy words "Bullshit" from Qiuhu. The middle-aged man's face became much gloomier. After seeing who was coming from a distance, he understood.
"You're lucky. You're not dead yet!"
The guard next to him saw the opportunity and began to flatter again, saying flatteringly: "With just them, how can they compare to your arrangement? They will all be dead soon!"
The middle-aged man just snorted coldly without saying anything. He had originally planned to let Shu Qiuhu and the others die outside, but since they were back, they couldn't expect to die too easily.
Zhen looked at the five people, especially her brother. She seemed to open her mouth to call for help, but had to hold it back forcibly. She buried her head deeply, and no one could see her face clearly.
There were five people in the group, and Mo Ran was the one rushing in the front. He was roaring, baring his teeth and claws, and his body was covered in blood, which frightened the residents and made them retreat in panic.
"What a fool! Hahaha." A member of the guard team couldn't help but burst into laughter when he saw his appearance.
A person next to him reminded: "Take it easy, don't die here!"
"I'm just a fool, what's there to be afraid of! You guys are scared, I'm not that kind of person!" He raised the straight knife in his hand horizontally, the tip of the knife pointed directly at Mo Ran who was running towards him, and said with a smile: "Let me show you my strength!"
As he spoke, he swung the knife downwards, heading straight for Mo Ran's chest, but unfortunately the imagined scene of the fool's stomach being ripped open and then falling down actually happened.
Because at the moment the man swung the knife, Mo Ran stretched out his hand and slapped the side of the knife. The huge force made the man stagger, and then he couldn't even let out a scream because Mo Ran broke his neck with his bare hands.
This move had a deterrent effect on the other guards, but what they feared even more were the residents who had no fighting ability, because they could neither run nor hide.
"Brothers, don't fight alone, surround them and attack them!" Having learned from the previous lesson, a man who should be the captain of the guard gave the command.
At this time, the four people behind finally arrived. Facing the guards who surrounded them in three layers and slowly approached with knives in hand, the four of them pulled Mo Ran, protected their backs, and held their weapons across their bodies.
Who could possibly endure it when someone else was wrong first and refused to admit it, and was ready to bite back, raising a knife to attack in front of him? How many people could endure it?
The only way is to fight and carve out a pure land, and the only way is to kill and carve out a bloody path to survive and live well.
Shenli Sangxi was no longer in the mood to joke. He stared at the knives that were staring at him and could chop him at any time, and asked seriously, "Boss Hiiragi, what should we do?"
"What should we do? Do you need me to tell you?" said Shuqiuhu in a deep voice.
"Of course not." The one who answered was Kujo Takeshun. He glanced at the encirclement, made a sound, and said angrily, "We left the village together this morning, but you sneaked back! I'll chop you to death!"
The young man also responded, "A bunch of trembling cowards, come here, kowtow to me a few times, and admit that you are weak, and I will let you go!"
"Don't worry, short stump. Grandpa will take you down right away!" The encirclement was approaching, and the man raised his knife and chopped it down fiercely.
Ping! Puff!
There were crisp sounds of iron colliding and flesh being torn apart. The young man kicked away the body that was hacked to death by Shenli Sangxi beside him, spat, and said, "After a few decades, I will come down to whip you. Wait!"
"Stop talking nonsense, kid! Come and help me!" After Kujo Takeshun knocked down two or three people with one swipe of his sword, he had not yet regained his strength, but the opponent's sword was already not far from his neck.
The young man moved and stabbed the man to death with the straight knife in his hand. He was attacked from behind again, so Kujo Takeshi Shunpei swung his straight knife and hit the man in the face, which also hindered the enemy on Kamisato Sanqi's side.
Tong Qiuhu's fighting style was not as sophisticated as the other three. He wielded an axe in one hand and with the other hand either grabbed a handful of sand from the ground and threw it over, or picked up the knives from the corpses and threw the tips of the knives at the enemy's faces.
The direction of throwing is not fixed, and it does not necessarily get thrown as soon as it is picked up. It may wait a moment, just like teasing the animals in the forest, playing with them.
As for Mo Ran, who was unarmed, he naturally started fighting with both fists. Anyone who was hit by his fists vomited blood and fell to the ground. The encirclement was thus somewhat thinned.
"Ah!" Mo Ran roared angrily, veins bulging on his forehead, it was very scary. He grabbed an enemy with both hands and threw him with all his strength, and actually pushed through three layers of encirclement and tore a gap.
Seeing this, Shu Qiuhu wiped the blood from the wound on his arm and called out to the three people who were still slightly injured while helping to kill the enemy, "Let's go!"
The three did not answer verbally, but every time Shuqiuhu moved a step, they would follow closely. The distance between the five people, Mo Ran at the front and Shenli Sangxi at the back, was never more than eight steps, making it difficult to disperse.
Upon seeing this, the captain of the guard who had previously ordered the siege drew his sword and walked into the arena, and several captains of the guards beside him followed closely behind him.
To be able to become the captain of the guard, one must be strong enough to fight against five or even ten people at once and survive. Therefore, after they joined the battlefield, the situation changed again.
Mo Ran and his group, who were originally unstoppable, had their offensive blocked after several guard captains entered the scene. His men seized the opportunity and swung their swords. Even if they couldn't kill them, they could at least injure them.
Shuqiuhu's hand axe was blocking a chopping knife tightly, and with no one to help him, another knife stabbed straight into his abdomen.
But if it happened to someone else, this blow would at least cause injury if not death, but Hiiragi Qiuhu's understanding of combat is also extraordinary.
He loosened one of his hands holding the axe, turned his body to the side, dodged the two attacks of the knife and the stab, and swung the axe, chopping off the head of one of the men.
The living person was the one who knew this method and was able to dodge it, as well as the captain of the guard who had just given the order.
He and Hiiragi Qiuhu are equally strong, and it is hard to tell who is better. This has been his goal for the past decade. He is afraid of this opponent. Although he may win unfairly today, he doesn't care because the opponent will most likely not survive today.
"Come again!" he shouted, holding the knife with both hands, and slashing at his opponent and his enemy.
"Afraid of you?!" Shuqiuhu swung his axe again, fighting against the knife. If this man wasn't eliminated, the guards' hearts would be broken. Besides, there was nowhere to hide around. He had no choice but to face the enemy.
But this is not a place for martial arts competition, but a battlefield where one can lose his life if he is not careful. When two people fight hard, others will naturally seize the opportunity to attack.
At this time, there were three knives chopped towards Shuqiuhu. One of them looked stronger and should be the captain of the guard.
Despite the situation, Hiiragi Kyouto simply did not dodge, because if he moved away, Kujo Takeshun beside him would become their target of attack, and it would be the same if they died, so let him, as the boss, walk in the front.
When he was determined, the three knives were blocked by an arm that suddenly came across. The blades cut the flesh, severed the tendons and got stuck in the bones. The hot blood splashed on Shuqiuhu. He could see out of the corner of his eye that the arm belonged to his brother, the brother who usually had a calm face but now had a ferocious expression.
This brother was Mo Ran. He roared and kicked the three men several feet away. Then, he tore off the knife from his arm and threw it towards the door of the wooden wall with all his strength.
After the knife passed over the resident's head, it began to fall halfway. Unfortunately, it did not kill the middle-aged man, but only killed an ordinary guard in front of him.
"Oh! Boss, are you okay?" The guard who had been fawning on him before, seeing that he had survived the disaster, began to ask about his health again.
"Of course it's okay. Everything I did today has been approved by God. Of course I won't die!" The middle-aged man smiled coldly, forcibly hiding the fear in his eyes.
"Ahem, Hiiragi Qiuhu! I am getting married today because of the will of the gods. You intend to sabotage it. Do you want the gods to punish the village and make everyone hungry and cold?"
The middle-aged man looked at the few people who were still fighting like trapped beasts and shouted loudly.
Hiiragi Qiuhu fought hard against the opponent, and when they separated to find an opportunity to fight again, he shouted back: "What a shitty god! If you want him to get out of here, get out!"
"Look, I'm going to kill him with three swords, two punches and one axe without bringing my brothers with me!"
This sharp reply made the middle-aged man look even gloomier, and an old man in the crowd shouted, "Don't be disrespectful to His Majesty the God!"
This is a matter concerning the gods, and this has made the residents concerned. Although the order sounds a bit unrealistic, if it is true and the crisis has come, what should they do?
"Is this divine punishment real or fake?"
"I don't know, I've heard of it before."
"You really believe him? If gods really exist, why would we need guards? We would have been fine long ago!"
"That's right. Since the gods haven't shown up yet, I will definitely support Captain Hiiragi. Captain Hiiragi is such a nice person, much more reliable than the leader!"
"Please keep your voice down!"
Some people believe it, and naturally some people don't. After all, the facts are not in front of them. In addition, due to the character of this leader, many hot-blooded teenagers and young men, and even some passionate women, tend to believe in Shu Qiuhu's side.
"Okay, you don't have to believe it, but you can't bear the punishment from the gods, and you can't resist the power of the gods!"
The middle-aged man pretended to be serious and advised: "Put down your weapons now, and I can still let you live. Otherwise, if you wait to die, you will really have nothing!"
Hiiragi Qiuhu was entangled with his opponent again, and it was difficult for him to extricate himself and respond. He could only angrily shout in a clear and loud voice: "Fuck your mother's divine punishment!"
"Ah!" Shuqiuhu shouted loudly, like a thunderclap out of nowhere. For a moment, it even completely covered up Mo Ran's roar. The subsequent roar was like rumbling thunder, reaching everyone's ears.
This voice made everyone's heart tremble, and the enemies standing in front of Mo Ran were stunned for a moment, and the difference between life and death was between them. They were not killed by a punch or a kick, but because of the knife wound on their necks.
The fool who could only use brute force pulled off another straight knife from his arm, and the knife rolled down to the ground which was already covered in blood, dripping with blood.
He held the two swords in reverse hands, bent his body slightly, opened his mouth and let out a roar. Blood on his face, swords, and clothes flowed down like water. He continued to rush towards the enemy like a bloodthirsty monster. Wherever he went, blood splattered three feet. The enemies died.
Not far away, a young man dodged a knife and returned it. He killed the enemy again, glanced back, and said, "Brother, you are really fierce!"
At this moment, a bang sounded in his ears, and he saw Kujo Takeshun punch the enemy behind him and shouted, "You still have time to chat!"
"You are the same." The young man swung his sword again and fought hard with the two enemies, but he was inevitably at a disadvantage.
At this time, Shenli Sangxi chopped with a knife, and the head of one of them rolled down, while the blade of the other was shaken apart. He watched helplessly as his heart was stabbed by the knife, and he died with blood gushing out.
All three of them took a deep breath, and the man with the young body had sweat rolling down his cheeks, which stung slightly because there were two more knife wounds on his face, and one on his left arm.
Shenli Sangxi felt as if he was on edge. If he moved even a little, the five knife wounds would be pulled, causing him severe pain.
There were two wounds on Kujo Takeshun's back and another on his chest, which were so deep that the bone was almost visible. He was bleeding profusely, and his face was the palest among the three.