Ya Erlin licked his blood-stained lips and gripped the hilt of his saber with his right hand. He held the saber horizontally in front of his chest. There was a cut on the blood-soaked blade, and there seemed to be bits of flesh clinging to it.
Yarlin squinted his eyes, stuffed his left hand into his mouth, and bit off his glove with his teeth. He spat it on the ground, revealing a strange dark palm underneath.
His sharp fingertips were as black as ink, and there seemed to be a poisonous snake hissing. Some kind of demonic black line stretched out from his fingertips. His eyes quietly glanced at the wooden and iron pillars erected around the dojo, and a cold black light flashed in his eyes.
"Come on!"
One of Zoro's shoulders was pierced, and his arm holding the sword was a little unnatural. He gritted his teeth, and his eyes revealed a ferocious light like that of a ghost. His feet stepped on the ground, and a ghostly shadow was projected on the ground.
"Three Swords Style, Ghost Slash!"
It was unknown how he was able to shout out such a powerful move with a sharp blade in his mouth. Yarlin's pupils contracted into a thin line, and the muscles between his eyebrows twitched. He stared at the violent and ferocious ghostly shadow in front of him, and three sharp blades sealed off the space where he could dodge.
His five fingers opened and trembled, and balls of black silk burst out from his fingers like a fountain of ink, blocking the path of the Ghost Slash. Then, they all broke, and black ash filled the air.
A saber pierced out from the darkness like lightning, and the broken gap accurately hit the saber with a mournful sound. The saber suddenly broke into two, and spun viciously and stabbed forward.
The sound of the sharp blade piercing into flesh was heard. Zoro groaned, and his injured shoulder trembled. He felt that his bones and tendons were cut, and he fell powerlessly. His other shoulder was also cut by the sharp blade. He groaned, and his arm trembled slightly, but he still stubbornly raised his sword and cut the black silk that filled the air.
"You dropped your sword!"
It was as if the dark night had been torn apart, and a fierce and violent sword appeared behind it. Two, murderous intents, and they bit at Yarlin.
"I have never relied on the sword in my hand!"
Yarlin's lips curled into a cold arc, and his low voice revealed viciousness and viciousness. He stared at the side of Zoro's sword and felt as if a corner of the locked cage was missing.
His body suddenly swayed on the spot, and his feet stepped on the ground as if he was slipping to the side. At the same time, he raised his left hand, and black silk shot out like a thick branch to grab at Wado Ichimonji.
The tentacles made of black silk were not tough enough. It could even be said that the moment it came into contact with the sword, it would be chopped into pieces. However, it was enough to block Sauron's vision. Sauron's vision turned black. By the time he chopped the tentacles into pieces and scattered the black silk on his hair, Yarlin had already disappeared.
"Ghost Slash was dodged!"
Sauron's heart sank. Logically speaking, it could not be called a complete Ghost Slash because of the heavy injury to his shoulder. However, in the end, it was dodged by the opponent.
A white shadow flashed by, and Sauron caught a corner of the blood-stained navy uniform. The hair on his back stood up. Obviously, his head could not turn 180 degrees, so he made a prompt decision to stab the remaining sword behind him.
When a swordsman exposed his back to the enemy, it meant that he had failed!
The stab missed!
Then his wrist was hooked, and a sharp pain came. Sauron felt that the muscles in his wrist joint were torn apart. In the crisp sound, his whole arm was numb as if it had been electrocuted. Suddenly, his whole palm lost strength, and the sword fell to the ground.
Yarlin stared at Sauron's back indifferently. His five fingers were like iron hooks that tore off a large piece of flesh. Then, he pinched Sauron's neck and pulled him off the ground with one hand.
The back of Sauron's neck was pinched, and it slowly contracted and tightened, making him feel suffocated. His face was red, and because of the lack of blood, he felt dizzy. Then, his vision turned black, and his whole body went soft, and he fell to his knees on the ground.
Yarlin stood in front of Sauron, and his right hand grabbed the hilt of the Wado Ichimonji, and suddenly pulled it out. He did not expect that even though the man was about to faint, the man under his feet was still biting the hilt of the sword.
Slightly frowning, Yarlin increased his strength, and in a grinding sound, the Wado Ichimonji fell into Yarlin's palm. Sauron woke up with a start, and his whole body let out a beast-like roar. He jumped up from the ground and rushed toward Yarlin.
Bang!
Lifting his knee, the heavy knee was like a chisel hammer that was nailed into Sauron's chest. Sauron's whole body flew upside down and hit a wooden stake three meters away. Sauron's body then slid down, and his eyes stared blankly at the blue sky.
The last challenge in the One Ichi Dojo ended in a fiasco.
Yarlin looked at the long sword in his hand. The white body of the sword was simple and plain. The edge of the blade was very long, there was no blood groove, and the arc was very small. Overall, it was a sword that looked inconspicuous.
"I just happen to be lacking a sword!" Yarlin's voice was indifferent.
Sauron's eyes were about to pop out of their sockets, but Arlen merely glanced at Sauron indifferently. Even though he admired Sauron's courage and fearlessness in battle, it didn't affect his callousness and decisiveness.
"This sword seems to have a special meaning for you!" Yarlin stepped on Sauron's chest with one foot, but his eyes were quietly glancing at Koshiro.
The face that had been smiling from the beginning still seemed to be calm at the moment, but the eyes behind the glasses seemed to be slightly widened.
"That sword was left to Sauron by my dead daughter." Koshiro stared at the sword in Yarlin's hand, and his face showed a sad reminiscence: "Wado Ichimonji, this is a promised sword!"
"Oh?" Yarlin looked at Koshiro intently. "It sounds very touching. So, are you persuading me to leave this sword?"
"Marine lieutenant, strictly speaking, you are not a swordsman. It doesn't make much sense for you to have this sword." Koshiro looked at Yarlin's eyes, and there were some doubts in his heart. He could see that the Marine actually did not have much interest in "Wado Ichimonji".
"But, I am a Marine!" Yarlin showed a smile: "The victory of the battle needs to be matched with the loot, this is the creed of the Marine!"
Koshiro was silent!
Ya Erlin paused for a moment, holding the Wado Ichimonji upside down in his hand. His expression was solemn as he swept his gaze over the admiring and excited marines around him. He grinned and said, "Besides, I do need a sharp blade, but … Marines, listen up, raise your guns!"
Whoosh!
In a uniform movement, all the Marine soldiers, including Gagou, raised their guns and pointed their muzzles at the dojo.
Then he heard the second half of Yarlin's words: "They are the sword in my hand!"
Even when Sauron was defeated, even when he was pointed at by a gun, Koshiro did not change his face, but at this moment, because of Yarlin's words, for the first time, his face was moved. He looked deeply at the unknown Marine lieutenant and said: "Marine, tell me your real intention!"
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