There was the sound of the cabin door closing behind me.
The Fuso man looked back and saw that Su Wangting had broken free from the rope at some point and was leaning against the hatch. He was looking at himself with squinted eyes: "Haha, she is not a girl from Kyushu."
"you……"
The Fuso man looked at the broken rope at Su Wangting's feet, then looked back at the pile of broken ropes on the ground behind Bai Kui, and took a breath.
He seemed to understand something.
Immediately, his left hand squeezed the scabbard tightly, and his right hand slowly held the handle of the knife at his waist.
"You two are not simple."
After he finished speaking, his knees were slightly bent, his upper body leaned forward, and his eyes were fixed on Bai Kui in front of him.
This is a typical sword-drawing action.
Su Wangting was a little surprised.
If he were just a pirate, how could he possibly be able to draw a sword?
Whether in Silla or Fusang, there are only a handful of sects that can teach the art of drawing swords.
And even within these sects, there are not many swordsmen who can successfully practice the art of drawing swords to some extent.
Because of the huge intimidating power of drawing blood when a sword is struck, this sword-drawing technique is jointly regarded as the secret of swordsmanship by all sword sects in the world.
Techniques that can be called mysteries are naturally extremely difficult to practice.
First of all, the internal strength cultivation must be called vigorous. This is a hard prerequisite. This alone has rejected most swordsmen.
At the moment when the sword is drawn, the internal force of the whole body must rush through the meridians to the palm and forearm holding the handle of the sword. Often, some people cannot bear the sharp concentration of breath at that moment, resulting in damage to the meridians. As a result, their cultivation is abolished.
someone here.
The second is the intention of the sword. To cultivate the intention of the sword, one must carry out long-term and boring practice of repeatedly drawing the sword with an absolutely high concentration of spirit and the awareness that life will be drawn out of the sheath.
In the process of cultivating sword intention, there are not a few people who suffer from mental breakdown or mental abnormality due to long-term high concentration.
It can be seen from this that only by going through many hardships can it be possible to wield that electric knife.
So, how can a mere rogue pirate know how to draw a sword?
Su Wangting looked at the Fusang man showing his sword-drawing posture and shook his head slightly.
I secretly thought that if this person could really draw a sword to the level of sword drawing, even if it was the lowest level, then he must not be an ordinary pirate!
Or maybe he's just a show-off.
At this time, Bai Kui looked at the posture of the Fuso man and sneered: "A mere pirate actually wants to be a swordsman from a famous sect? What is the art of drawing a sword? Come on, come on, I want to see how you can draw it."
What does it look like?"
Although Bai Kui's long sword, like Su Wangting's, had been taken away by them.
She can deal with mere pirates and is slightly stronger than Nie Yunfei, even with bare hands.
The Fuso man did not respond to Bai Kui's taunt.
He still maintained his posture of drawing the sword.
He remained motionless, staring closely at Bai Kui.
Bai Kui, on the other hand, still had a mischievous smile, silently provoking the other party.
“Ah cut!!”
At this time, a sneeze suddenly came from among the crew.
"Um?"
Bai Kui frowned.
I saw the Fuso man holding the handle of the knife on his waist, and the afterimage appeared!!
Before she could react, she felt a blur in front of her eyes, and then her body passively moved aside, as if someone had pulled her!!
Taking a closer look, Su Wangting appeared beside him!!
His hand was holding his arm.
When she looked at the Fuso man again, Bai Kui's pupils shrank sharply.
I saw the shining long knife in his hand, but it had been unsheathed at some point!!
I didn’t even notice it!!
This is not the art of drawing swords, what else could it be??
And it’s a great sword-drawing technique!!
Cold sweat broke out on her forehead.
If Su Wangting hadn't helped him, he might have been killed by that Fuso samurai sword!
After all, I underestimated the enemy too much.
Su Wangting patted Bai Kui on the back and comforted him: "Don't blame yourself. Even I almost misjudged this man. If you have a knife on you, you can still fight him."
The Fusang man slowly returned the sword to its sheath and stared at Su Wangting with squinted eyes, a gloomy expression on his face: "What a quick movement."
Su Wangting nodded slightly: "It is indeed a sword-drawing technique. Are you not pirates?"
The Fuso man shook his head: "We never said we were pirates."
Su Wangting looked at the long sword on his waist and said calmly: "As far as I know, among the various sects of Fusang, Juju Heliu particularly respects the art of drawing swords. Are you from Juheliu?"
"That's right, we are samurai from Iairu."
He admitted it outright.
Su Wangting frowned slightly: "Since you are a famous warrior, why did you lower your status and become a pirate?"
The Fuso man licked his lips and slowly assumed the stance of drawing the sword again.
"What you asked is a bit too much."
Su Wangting stood in front of Bai Kui and said in a deep voice: "Before you take action again, I have a message to send you."
"explain."
A ferocious smile rose from the corner of Su Wangting's mouth.
"If you want to take my life, you must also be willing to sacrifice your life."
“Cut the nonsense!!”
The Fuso man's hand holding the handle of the knife had blue veins popping out!
"Um?"
Can’t pull out the knife??
The Fuso man was startled and looked down at his waist.
I saw a slender palm with five fingers pressing on the handle of the knife!!
"Huh!?"
He suddenly looked up and saw a handsome white face that was almost on his own!!
The Fusang man was horrified, and there was a buzz in his head.
He secretly thought that this person had already arrived in front of him in the blink of an eye, almost teleporting, making him unable to react, and the internal strength that could support such a strange movement must be extremely terrifying!!
Before he could think about it any more, he suddenly heard a dull "thunk" sound.
The Fusang man suddenly felt a shock in his Dantian, and then he felt that all the energy in his body was rapidly dissipating.
"Whoa!"
His legs went weak and he knelt down.
He was holding on to the ground and kept vomiting.
Su Wangting put down his protruding knees and said coldly: "I forgot to tell you something."
The Fuso man raised his pale face and gasped for air. The painful tears in his eyes still showed a fierceness.
Even if he loses, he still looks proud.
Disgusting stubbornness!!
"If you fart...just let it go..."
Su Wangting sneered and said: "The names of your Fuso people are hard to hear and hard to remember. But I remember one person named Hayashizaki Jinsuke, who is a samurai from your hometown."
The Fusang man was startled when he heard this: "You, a person from Kyushu, actually know about him? Yes, Lin Qi is very helpful. He is one of the top experts in our community."
"How do you compare with him?"
The Fuso man lowered his head: "We are not worth mentioning in front of him!"
"He's dead, right?"
The Fuso man raised his eyes sharply: "How did you know that?"
After a pause, the Fuso man sighed softly and said in a low voice: "That's right. He is dead, which is a big loss to our community."
"How did he die?"
The Fuso man gritted his teeth and glanced to the side.
Apparently he considered the question an insult to his genre.
He didn't want to answer.
Su Wangting had a bad smile on his face: "How about I tell you?"
The Fuso man sneered, with disdain on his face: "It is a shame to hear the name of our Iiheliu master from you Kyushu people! You Kyushu people are not worthy of mentioning the full name of our noble Fuso warriors!!"
"Snapped!"
The Fuso man's face immediately had a five-finger red mark.
"No, you are so stupid! If it weren't for Kyushu in this barren land, everyone would still be living naked in huts, just like savages! Come on, come on, tell me, your clothes, your writing, your language, your professions
Which of the skills in various industries does not come from our Kyushu?? You have turned against you, and now you dare to call the people of Kyushu noble?"
The Fuso man's face turned pale, and he glanced aside again, remaining silent.
Su Wangting knelt down, held his chin, and pulled his face back: "Let me tell you, Lin Qi Jinsuke, the one you are so proud of in Heliu, did not have any of your so-called bushido spirit when he died.
Weeping and crying, he fell to the ground and begged, like a dog."
"Impossible!! You, a native of Kyushu, talk nonsense!!"
"Speaking of nonsense?" Su Wangting's face raised a ferocious smile, "It's unfair to say that Lin Qi even assisted in his death. He went to Silla's White Tiger Hall as a guest, but he happened to encounter the White Tiger Hall being exterminated. He couldn't help but explain it.
He was slaughtered."
The Fuso man said blankly: "You...how did you know that!"
Su Wangting stood up, looked down at him coldly, and said word by word: "Because I still remember that when I inserted the long knife into his back, he was still begging on the ground, and until he died, he muttered 'spare my life'"
Two words!!”
The Fuso man's eyes widened when he heard this.
Staring blankly at Su Wangting.
Those eyes were almost bursting out.
After being stunned for a long time, he hesitated: "You... you are a blood... blood Shura??"
Before Su Wangting could respond, he slumped down and sat down, his face turned earth-colored.
Such humiliating matters are kept strictly confidential by Iiheliu.
Even in Fusang, there are only a handful of people who know that Lin Qi was killed in Silla.
Not to mention Kyushu people.
Not only did this person know the specific details in such detail, but his skills were terrifying that I had never seen before.
It's very possible that it's really Blood Shura.
And even if he wasn't a Blood Shura, with the level of cultivation he showed, it still made him despair.
In short, it hit a brick wall.
What a disaster!
At this time, Su Wangting bent down and drew out the samurai sword from his waist.
He was seen holding the long sword behind his back, with the tip of the sword facing downwards, pointing directly at Watanabe Shuichi's Tianling Cap.
"Now, I hope you have more backbone than Lin Qi, because I really want to see what the pretentious bushido spirit of you Fuso warriors is like."
The samurai sword in Su Wangting's hand slowly descended, and the tip of the sword had touched his bun.
The Fuso man's neck shrank and his whole body trembled.
"Begging for mercy, I will spare your life. Otherwise, I have killed hundreds of people and I don't care about adding you to this one."
"I... we Fuso warriors would rather die than beg for mercy..." The Fuso man was trembling all over and his teeth were grinding.
"Is it."
After finishing speaking, the katana stabbed down fiercely!!
"ah!!"
Screams sounded.
The tip of the knife pierced the Fuso man's left shoulder!
Su Wangting said with a cruel smile: "Sorry, the stabbing was crooked, which made you suffer a lot before your death. This time, it will definitely not be crooked."
The katana was slowly raised again.
The tip of the knife once again hung above the Fuso man's head.
The boss of the ship and a bunch of other crew members felt their scalps numb when they saw it.
He never expected that this man, who was squirming on the ground like a maggot just now, would actually be so terrifying.
"He is a man. Please stick to the spirit of Bushido." As he spoke, the tip of the knife touched the Fuso man's head again.
"Spare my life..."
The Fuso man knelt down.
After all, he couldn't bear it.
"Huh, Bushido..." Su Wangting put down his sword and shook his head repeatedly, "I think you Fuso warriors are worse than a dead duck. At least, a dead duck's mouth is still hard. Want to learn the chivalrous morality of our Kyushu? Huh, that's learning.
Is it something you got? It is something that is engraved in your bones!! How can you, who are born with dirty hearts, be chivalrous in your hearts? How dare you imitate others and forcefully come up with some bushido to show off in front of your master?
What a big joke!! A bunch of dog-like things dare to call themselves tigers if they write “bastard” on their foreheads, I’ll fuck you!!”
The Fuso man who was forcibly baptized fell to the ground and cried.
Crying is called joy.
It was like suddenly learning from his parents that he was not his biological child, but a child washed away by a flood.
After saying these words, even the captain of the ship felt sympathy for the Fuso man.
It is said that killing someone is heartbreaking.
You can at least break his heart and kill him, or let him be done with it.
But you don't want to kill me, you just want to kill me.
How do you want people to live in the future?
But the boss of the ship underestimated the Fuso people's state of mind.
As long as I can survive, I can sell my father to you, so why do I care about you killing me?