Yamamoto was indeed worthy of being ranked in the top ten in the world. He had always been in the top five assassins. The reason why he was able to obtain the status he had today was because he was truly capable. Of course, the assassin world was not the entertainment industry, nor was it the business world or the political world. He could rely on bragging and bluffing to get to his position. If an assassin didn't have the ability to show off, he would soon die at the hands of his target.
Yamamoto's katana was extremely sharp.
Yamamoto's movements were also as fast as lightning.
The two katanas in his hands seemed to have eyes, as if they could understand his intentions. They cooperated with each other and interweaved into a dazzling net of light. It was filled with a dense aura of death as it rushed to kill Xiao Zheng!
In Ah Si's opinion, if he were to face such a terrifying attack from Yamamoto. In just an instant, he would be badly mutilated by Yamamoto's katana and die instantly.
However, Xiao Zheng was not Ah Si. He was a terrifying existence that even Ye Shiguan, who was extremely arrogant and ambitious, felt inferior to. Eight years ago, Xiao Zheng charged into the underground world like a ferocious beast and began his glorious days. Five years ago, he was like a midnight ghost that charged into the concentration camp of the world's outlaws. He used his brutal and powerful methods to establish his reputation. Not long ago, he became the world's king of assassins with a shocking battle record. He shook the world.
Yamamoto was powerful enough. At least in Ah Si's eyes, he was an extremely terrifying existence. However, in Xiao Zheng's eyes, he was just an assassin who had been poisoned by his comfortable life and had gradually lost the sharpness that a top assassin must have.
Xiao Zheng did not deny that Yamamoto was still powerful, but he wanted to defeat Xiao Zheng with just a sharp attack? Tear Xiao Zheng into pieces?
Yamamoto, do you know? I'm the world's king of assassins now. Not you.
Buzz!
Xiao Zheng brandished his blade. As Yamamoto's attack surged towards him again, he suddenly shot forward. Like a ray of light, like a bolt of lightning, he broke through Yamamoto's katana in the blink of an eye and pointed straight at Yamamoto's heart!
"You're courting death!"
Yamamoto swung his blade in an attempt to force Xiao Zheng's attack back. However, he discovered that Xiao Zheng did not retreat. Instead, he advanced. The saber fiercely chopped down on Yamamoto's left shoulder.
Puchi!
Fresh blood spurted out, and it was as if the sound of a blade scraping against bone could be heard, causing people's hearts to palpitate.
"Ugh —"
Yamamoto staggered back two steps. His left arm instantly became weak, and the katana in his hand also fell to the ground. Even the blood on his shoulder splattered on his face. His entire person looked extremely miserable, and he seemed to have become dispirited.
"Baka!"
In his anger, Yamamoto cursed in Japanese. Apart from the ferocious look on his face, there was even more hatred towards Xiao Zheng. The pain in his shoulder was not fatal, but the fact that he was injured by Xiao Zheng was difficult for him to accept.
After all, he was the world's top assassin. After all, he was once the world's number one who left his legend in the martial arts world. This time, he was injured by a young assassin who was fifteen years younger than him. Wasn't it a great humiliation?
"The Number One Samurai of Country R?" Xiao Zheng tilted the blade slightly, letting the blood flow slowly on the blade. He squinted and said. "Just so-so."
Just so-so?
If the wound on his shoulder was a serious insult to Yamamoto, then at this moment, Xiao Zheng's words were a fatal injury to Yamamoto. It was a hundred times more serious than the knife wound on his shoulder!
He was once the world's top assassin! He was the invincible Number One Samurai of Country R! Even Mr. Itō of Yamaguchi-gumi was very respectful to him. When had he ever been insulted like this?
In an instant, Yamamoto's anger erupted like a volcano. Ignoring the wound on his left shoulder, he attacked Xiao Zheng crazily.
However, even with both his hands intact, he was no match for Xiao Zheng. Not to mention him, who was emotionally unstable and only had one hand left.
In less than a minute, Xiao Zheng left another indelible knife wound on Yamamoto's body. This middle-aged man, who once aspired to be the king of assassins, gradually became breathless and his face was pale.
"It seems —" A Si's expression changed slightly, and his breathing became obviously rapid. "He is going to lose to Xiao Zheng."
"It's a small matter." Mister Zhao replied expressionlessly. Then, he suddenly raised his voice and said to Yamamoto, who was fighting fiercely with Xiao Zheng. "Mr. Yamamoto. You were once the world's number one, and you are also the number one samurai of Japan. In your life, you have never lost. Tonight, if you lose to him. Then there will be nothing. "
When a person is held up so high that people who are afraid of heights don't dare to look down, he is destined not to fail. When he succeeds, he has everything. Once he fails, he will have nothing!
How could Yamamoto not know what Mister Zhao said? If he lost, Mister Zhao would no longer have any good attitude towards him. If he lost, Mr. Itō would also feel that he had lost face and would mercilessly kick him away. After all, he was a man who relied on his martial arts to eat and exchange for his dignity and status. If even his martial strength became extremely weak, how could he have the face to continue living?
This was like a pianist whose hands had been chopped off. What meaning did he have to live for?
Yamamoto knew.
He just hadn't made up his mind yet.
Mister Zhao's words were like a shot in the arm, giving him a surge of strength. He decisively launched a suicidal attack!
Xiao Zheng saw that Yamamoto was attacking him like a madman. He frowned slightly and cursed Old Zhao for being an old fox in his heart. He was really good at fanning the flames.
Bang!
Xiao Zheng kicked Yamamoto's chest with lightning speed, but there was a cracking sound. Yamamoto, who had lost his rationality, didn't take a step back. He waved his katana and slashed at Xiao Zheng's face!
"Reckless!"
Xiao Zheng frowned and slashed the katana in his hand in the air. He wanted to end the battle quickly with Yamamoto!
Good opportunity!
Tonight was the best opportunity!
Whoosh!
A strong wind flashed, and Ah Si staggered forward slightly. He only saw a black shadow flash past from the corner of his eyes. Then, there was no trace of Mister Zhao who had been standing next to him. When he focused his eyes and looked again, Mister Zhao had actually charged behind Xiao Zheng like a bolt of lightning, and he carried an all-powerful destructive force as he charged towards Xiao Zheng's back!
"What!?" Ah Si's heart trembled. When he saw Mister Zhao reveal his true strength, he only felt his heart twitch. He never expected Mister Zhao to have such a terrifying battle strength.
Ah Si could even predict that Mister Zhao's strength was above Yamamoto's!
Since that was the case, why did Mister Zhao invite Yamamoto from so far away?
Could it be that all of Mister Zhao's arrangements were for this moment?
Thinking of this, Ah Si's muscles tensed up, large beads of sweat seeping from his palms as he stared fixedly at the three people on the battlefield. He looked forward to the ending.
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