The person was over 1.8 meters tall, around 25 years old, and had a skinny body. He wore a large T-shirt and jeans that would fit even a fat person. The T-shirt was white, but there were two red stripes on the right side of his chest, forming a cross. His hair was deliberately styled into a messy hairstyle, and it emitted a strange black luster like the shell of a stag. It was obvious that it was specially dyed. He wore a pair of basketball shoes with laces that were over a meter long, but for some reason, he never tied the laces. A leather-like rope hung around his neck, and four or five small electric fans with a diameter of about 10 centimeters were strung on the rope.
The overall shape was as strange as it could get.
But the most interesting thing was the thing in his hand. It was a two-handed sword that originated from France in the 17th century, with a length of more than 180 centimeters. Its characteristic was that the blade was curved like a flame. It was said that the purpose of this design was to increase its lethality.
Under normal circumstances, this sword should be made of iron. If it was used in a ceremony, there would be a layer of gold foil on the outside. But the flame sword in the opponent's hand was snow-white. At first glance, it looked like a plastic model that had not been painted. As for what material it was made of, Sei Itō, who had not personally touched it, could not make a judgment.
"The current acting Pope of the Amakusa style – Jiangongzai …" Sei Itō walked out from his hiding place and sized up the appearance of the person. Finally, his gaze fell on the person's face. He narrowed his eyes slightly and thought to himself that the omnipotent idler could read the entire text.
"Sei Itō, he is the culprit behind all of this. As long as we defeat him, we win! Hurry up and do it! "When Steele saw Sei Itō, it was as if he saw his savior, and he quickly shouted.
However, Sei Itō only glanced at Steele who was trying to stand up with trembling legs. He did not attack Jiangongzai according to what Steele said. He acted as if he was an outsider.
"Why did I meet you here? Didn't I tell you many times? Ossola Aquina, we have no intention of harming you. " After hearing Steele's words, Kengong Zhai glanced at Ito Sei before shifting his gaze to Ossola behind Ito Sei and said in a frivolous tone.
"The words you said to me back then. It was indeed full of hope. However, I cannot place my trust in peace that is built through violence. " Ossola first looked at the destroyed buildings around her, then at the injured Steele and the flame-shaped sword in Kengongzhai's hand. She then looked at Kengongzhai and said.
"What a pity. Even if you return to the Roman Orthodox Church, what's the point? "Jian Gong Zhai gently moved his right arm that was holding the sword and tilted his head to the left.
"He didn't assume a martial arts stance. There were no magic tools on his body, nor were there any hidden magic markings on his clothes. He was truly [Unarmed]. Hmm, although I really don't want to fight with a layman … it seems like I have no choice, "Jian Gong Zhai said as he looked at Sei Itō.
However, both Steele, who was lying on the ground, and Sei Itō, who was standing there motionlessly, found his judgment funny. They didn't expect Jian Gong Zhai to think that Sei Itō was a layman. However, for this kind of error in judgment, even if Steele and Ito Seiji didn't get along, they wouldn't say anything to remind their enemy, Kenyū Zaizi.
"Inticus, stand aside with Ossola," Sei Itō smiled and said to Inticus and Ossola beside him.
"Ah Cheng, you have to be careful. The fighting style of [Amakusa Style] is camouflage and deception. The effect of each attack isn't all real. There are also some cantrips mixed in to make up the numbers. Then, when the enemy isn't paying attention, you can release a powerful magic to deal a fatal blow to the enemy, "Inticus said with a serious expression.
"Got it. I'll be careful," Sei Itō nodded in response.
"Is that her? I didn't expect to see her here, "Jian Gong Zhai said in a strange tone as he looked at Inticus.
At this moment, Inticus and Ossola walked to the side together and stood opposite of the other members of the [Amakusa Style]. They gave the middle position to Sei Itō and Jian Gong Zhai.
"Originally, our main enemy was the Roman Orthodox Church. However, since the English Puritans also jumped into this mess, I can't just ignore it. Besides, I can't let Ossola be taken away by you. " Jian Gong Zhai waved his flaming sword above his head like a windmill. He looked at Sei Itō and said calmly, "In short, you have become my target. If you're willing to kneel down and surrender, I can spare you some blood. "
"You got two things wrong," Sei Itō looked at Jian Gong Zhai calmly and said. Then, he continued, "First, I'm not from the English Puritans, and of course, I'm not from the Roman Orthodox Church. I don't belong to any faction! Second, I'm not a 'layman' like you said. "
Before his voice fell, Ito Sei's figure suddenly appeared in front of Kenyū Zaiji, waving his hand and chopping at Kenyū Zaiji's neck, whose pupils suddenly shrank.
Ken Gongzai's upper body fell back and dodged the sharp palm blade. At the same time, he waved the flame-shaped sword in his hand and chopped down at Ito Sei from top to bottom. This slash was not a normal slash. It was a wind elemental spell slash.
"Whoosh!" In an instant, a gust of invisible wind slashed out in front of the character "Jianghong Zhai", cutting a four to five centimeters deep, fifteen to six centimeters wide, and two meters long thick dent on the cement ground.
However, the expected scene did not appear in the eyes of the word, because Ito Sei, who was originally on the attack route, had completely disappeared in front of the word's eyes at this time. A gentleman in a red building.
"Watch out!" Jian Gong Zhai's subordinates suddenly warned him. At the same time, a sense of extreme danger rose from the bottom of his heart and forced him to follow his instincts. He turned around and blocked with his flaming sword.
"Bang!" In an instant, there was a muffled sound, and Jian Gong Zhai's body shot out like a cannonball, slamming into the wall of a nearby building, creating a huge hole in the wall.
"Acting Pope!" The members of the Amakusa Group shouted anxiously.
At this moment, Sei Itō waved his arms and used psychokinesis to create more than ten wind blades that shot toward Jian Gong Zhai's building.
In the next moment, a whistling sound was heard. With a gust of wind, a whirlwind suddenly rushed out from the collapsed walls of the building, throwing the broken bricks on the ground away and blocking the incoming wind blades outside of the whirlwind.
Then, the whirlwind dissipated, and an invisible air wave flew straight toward Sei Itō.
Although he couldn't see the appearance of the airwave and its path of travel, Ito Sei, who was able to capture the changes in the surrounding information with his spiritual perception, waved his hands again and used wind blades to meet the attack of Wu Xing.
"Bang!" In an instant, an explosion was heard. A large cloud of white mist appeared between Sei Itō and Jian Gong Zhai's character and quickly dissipated.
Taking advantage of this short opportunity, Ito Sei sped up, broke through the fog, and appeared in front of Kenmiyūzai. When Kenmiyūzai subconsciously reacted, Ito Sei suddenly squatted down, creating the illusion that Ito Sei had suddenly disappeared. At the moment when Kenmiyūzai paused, Ito Sei suddenly stood up and punched Kenmiyūzai's chin with the most ordinary uppercut that had become powerful after the enhancement of Psychokinesis.
"Bang!" Amidst the loud sound, Jian Gong Zhai's body was thrown high into the air.
However, Ito Sei's attack did not end there. When Kenmiyū Sajuku was sent flying by the uppercut, Ito Sei suddenly raised his hand and slammed it on Kenmiyū Sajuku's abdomen, causing him to fall to the ground at a speed faster than he was sent flying.
"Plop!" The thin but muscular body hit the ground and made a dull sound.
"He actually knew how to use a defensive barrier in that situation. As expected of the guy who can be the acting Pope of the Amakusa style." Looking at Jian Gong Zhai who had completely fainted on the ground, Sei Itō thought to himself. He recalled the strange feeling when he hit Jian Gong Zhai's body twice.
"Stop!" Just when Sei Itō leaned over and mentioned Jian Gong Zhai, a cute girl with a majestic building on her chest and shoulder-length black hair shouted.
"This is … Wuhe, right?" Sei Itō looked at the source of the voice and thought to himself.
"I only want to catch the main culprit. I'm not interested in the others." Sei Itō looked at Wuhe's chest for a moment before he retracted his gaze. He then leaned over and picked up Jian Gong Zhai again. Then, he dragged the unconscious Jian Gong Zhai and slowly walked towards Indix, Ossola, and the injured Steele.
"Wuhe, let's drag him out first. We'll find a chance to save the acting Pope," a female member of the Amakusa style beside Wuhe said softly as she reached out and grabbed Wuhe's arm. Then, Wuhe glanced at Sei Itō again before he disappeared into the night street of the parallel dessert paradise with his companions.
"You've done well. As long as you hand Ossola over to the Roman Orthodox Church, this matter will be over." Even though he was injured, Steele still didn't forget to smoke as he looked at Sei Itō's flame-shaped sword and Jian Gong Zhai who was dragged over by him.
Hearing Steele's words, Ossola's shoulders trembled slightly, but she didn't say anything. She still stood beside Indix with a calm expression.
While Ossola was silent, Sei Itō's voice sounded in her ears again, "What I said before still stands."
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