At the same time, Wu Huiliyang beside her squinted her eyes and moved her lips.
"He really has the nerve to say that others are old and confused. He himself is already old and his eyesight is blurry. He can't even distinguish between a tape recorder and a walkie-talkie at such a distance. At this point, shouldn't he just live out his days in peace and quiet? Why does he have to do this kind of thing? Tsk tsk tsk tsk..."
"What does it matter? Isn't it good?" Katara Metō's beard trembled slightly, and his tone emphasized a teasing tone, "Let him be proud for a while now. Isn't this the popular style in movies nowadays? HOHOHO~"
The two old men spoke in very low voices, so that basically only they themselves could hear them clearly, not to mention Katsumasa Hayami who was more than ten meters away.
From a distance he could see the two old guys whispering together, but he had no idea what they were talking about, and there was no way to tell from their facial expressions.
Well, it doesn't matter anyway...
After thinking about the cards he had in his hand, the sinister smile on Hayami Katsumasa's face became even wider.
You should know that he is the leader of the Hundred People Association, the second largest group in the Kengankai. If we only talk about the number of people within the faction, he even surpasses the Great Japanese Bank of Katarahara Metsudō.
For this knockout match, he had already asked all the Kengan members of the Hundred People's Association to bring a large number of Toyo Electric Power fighters to the island in the name of "relevant personnel."
That was an army of a thousand men. In comparison, the guardians of Katara Mitetang only had a total of two hundred and fifty men. With a combat power ratio of four to one, how could they lose?
The reason we are talking to them now is just to control everyone and prevent the news from spreading to the lower levels. Once the main force arrives, then...
Bang! Wow!
Without any sign, a crisp sound as if a naughty child threw a stone from the window and broke the glass was heard in the hall. The next second, wind pressure so great that it could blow a person's hat off came down from the sky.
chug chug!
That wasn't the sound of a tractor engine starting up, it was... a troop transport helicopter!
The alarm bells in his heart were ringing rapidly, and Hayami Katsumasa, who sensed something was wrong, suddenly looked up.
A piece of glass fragment, pulled down by gravity, hit him between the eyebrows. The sharp surface cut his skin and blood quickly oozed out, but Hayami Katsumasa was completely unaware.
A figure holding a knife jumped down from the helicopter before the sound of breaking glass was heard, and with a handsome superhero-style landing, he jumped over a distance of more than ten meters and landed steadily behind Hayami Katsu.
Before the others could react, he swung the scimitar in his hand, cutting open the throats of four or five fighters around him.
Just like cutting off a stream of water with a knife but before the water can be replenished again, boiling blood suddenly spurted out and splashed everywhere, and the bright red color filled the temporary fan-shaped vacuum zone.
Wu Yi maintained the posture of finishing the sword swing, turned his head calmly and looked closely at Hayami Katsumasa, who was full of disbelief.
"One against a hundred, it's not even an equal when I'm not unarmed."
After saying that, he casually slashed the metal stick in the hand of a thug who had reacted and was about to launch a counterattack, and with brute force he pushed it down. When the tip of the knife passed over the neck, it turned and cut the carotid artery as well.
Blood spurted out and another person fell down.
In just a blink of an eye, Katsumasa Hayami lost more than 5% of his manpower.
At the same time, the whistling sound of the wind above the head seemed to weaken for a moment, and the sound of someone talking was heard.
"What are you talking about? Don't be so selfish. You are fighting against a hundred people alone. What are we going to do? Are we going to go back home and have tea?"
“It’s not impossible…”
Wu Yi swung his sword to kill two minions who wanted to come forward to rescue him, and then grabbed the throat of Hayami Katsumasa, who had nowhere to escape.
As he spoke, he raised his head and looked upward.
He saw that from the troop transport helicopter he had jumped off earlier, fifty elite killers of the Wu clan also jumped off, all of them had the inherited black and white pupils from their ancestors, and each of them held a weapon in their hands.
However, unlike Wu Yi who jumped directly into the enemy group, they landed on the side of other Kengan members as their individual combat power was far less strong. As soon as they landed, they all activated their liberation to break through, tearing the encirclement of Hayami Katsumasa from the weak point and further expanding the breakthrough.
For a moment, the situation in the hall where people were surrounded by enemies on all sides was broken and turned into a scene of two armies confronting each other.
"Hurry up, hurry up, get everyone over here!"
In the noisy fight between the two parties, Wu Yi had to raise his voice and speak in a hoarse voice.
With one hand he held Hayami Katsumasa, who was almost rolling his eyes due to his neck being stuck, and with the other hand he held the scimitar and swung it tightly, beheading all those who tried to stop him in minutes.
However, even in such an adrenaline-fuelled situation, Wu Yi's voice still sounded as if he had not woken up yet, with a hint of laziness.
He even had the energy to analyze where these people, Hayami Katsumasa, came from.
Such a large number and uniform clothing are obviously imitated from the "Guardians" unit of Yuanmietang in the photo, but their strength... can only be described as "all almost the same".
As for mowing the lawn, who cares whether it is taller or shorter?
Wu Yi kept swinging his sword to cut through the enemy formation, blood flowed everywhere he passed, and no one could match him.
But at this moment, the sound of a sword being unsheathed and rubbing against a stone seemed to come from somewhere behind him.
!! ?
The nerve called vigilance was triggered, and Wu Yi subconsciously gave up on chopping the enemy in front of him. He grabbed the Hayami Katsumasa in his hand and swung it forward while turning around and raising the knife to block behind him.
Then a dazzling cold light turned into lightning and fell down swiftly.
Ding——!
The clashing of metal and iron made a clear sound.
A naginata that was also flashing with a cold light stood still and blocked the katana's direct blow with its sharp blade.
"If you want to sneak attack someone else's son, you have to ask me, the mother, for permission first."
Volume 611: Chapter : Just You? The Fang of the Destroyer?
The man whose attack was blocked by Wu Yasha's naginata was a tall man wearing sunglasses, with short, violent white hair and scars all over his face, holding a samurai sword.
The naginata and the katana were stuck in mid-air. The constant contest of strength caused the two weapons to make continuous clicking sounds even when they were almost relatively still.
Looking at the slash that he had attempted to attack by surprise but was blocked, the white-haired man in sunglasses whistled.
"Although it's just the strength of one hand, she was able to block my attack. This is already very exaggerated in terms of female physical strength. The Wu clan is really full of monsters."
"Well, I'll just take that as a compliment."
Wu Yasha, who held the hilt of the sword tightly with both hands, still squinted his eyes and smiled gently, then suddenly withdrew his strength, swung the naginata with a large swing with his backhand, and cut down two of Hayami's men who were trying to surround him nearby.
"Horrible, terrible~"
The white-haired man in sunglasses said "terrible" frivolously, and his eyes turned to Wu Yi from under the sunglasses that did not have such good light-blocking performance.
"Speaking of which, it's really shameful that you still need your mother's protection on the battlefield~"
"…Who are you?"
Wu Yi would not fall for such a cheap provocation, so he rolled his eyes and retorted.
The white-haired man in sunglasses laughed twice and adjusted his sunglasses: "Yeah, I forgot to introduce myself. The first place in the ranking is Guitou Junsi. That's me."
"Ranker? What's that?"
Wu Yi thought this name was extremely unfashionable.
"You can think of it as the captain of the Guardians under Katahara Metō, who was also elected by the Guardians fighting each other." Kito Gunji grinned with a mouthful of white teeth and pointed at himself with a thumbs up, "As for me, I'm probably at the level of Metō's Fang."
"You? The Fang of the Destroyer?"
Wu Yi was amused and looked him up and down.
"Although you may not be happy to hear me say this, to be honest, you are far inferior to the Fang of the Destroyer Hall."
That's far away.
These three words were like a heavy hammer hitting Guitou Junsi's heart. The smile on his face disappeared in an instant, and his scarred face suddenly became somewhat gloomy and terrifying.
"Really? How about giving it a try?"
"Just give it a try~"
Wu Yi shrugged, loosened the hand that was holding Hayami Katsumasa's neck, and put his fingers together to form a knife. He knocked Hayami Katsumasa unconscious with a snap, and then threw him aside casually like a piece of rag.
"Okay, now we can start..."
Before he could even utter the word "start", the gloomy-faced Guitou Junsi stepped forward without any moral integrity, holding the knife in both hands and ready to chop him right in the face.
However, what he didn't expect was that although he was already quite unsportsmanlike, Wu Yi was even more unsportsmanlike than him.
The so-called abandonment of Hayami Katsumasa was just a fake move to confuse people. While Wu Yi was waving his hand knife, he also swung the scimitar in his hand while grabbing the sword rope.
The blood-stained blade swept through the air from bottom to top, and a standard crotch-slashing move accurately hit the unique male vital point between Guitou Junsi Chengbang's legs.
Ringo split the gourd and the hot dog in half.
The "pirated Fang of Destroying the Hall" who was ready to swing his sword in the last second suddenly turned pale as liver. He fell to the ground in despair and joined the crotch-covering faction. His handsome sunglasses were knocked into mosaics on the floor, and even the samurai sword in his hand was thrown away.
Wu Yi stretched out his hand to take it in mid-air, made a beautiful sword flower, and then used a "Bankai: Senbonzakura Kageyasu" to insert the samurai sword vertically into the ground. In front of Guito Gunji, who was already sweating and drooling and could only twitch, he pretended to be helpless and sighed softly.
"You see see you, if you had just waited for me to say start before charging forward, wouldn't you have not been hit? And what did I just say, you are not worthy of being called the Fang of the Destroyer? Have you ever seen a Fang of the Destroyer who does things like you to trick people and launch sneak attacks all day long? I think you are pretty much the Joy of the Destroyer, a rotten tree that cannot be carved, tsk tsk tsk..."
This was truly a murderous remark. If it was the usual Onitsuka Gunji he would probably just jump up and chop the man, but at this moment he really was powerless. The pain of Ringo being cut open by a knife and the egg liquid flowing all over the floor made his brain go blank, and he had no time to think about anything else.
Wu Yi was too lazy to continue arguing with him. He pulled out the samurai sword stuck in the ground with one hand, picked up the scimitar confiscated from Long Min in the other hand, turned around and prepared to continue killing.
However, when he turned around, he found that the hall, which was originally in the midst of a passionate fight, had suddenly become quiet, and the hundreds of guardians who had been unexpectedly attacked by Hayami Katsumasa had all fallen to the ground.
Oh no, one more missing.
There was still one last minion standing there holding a steel pipe, but the next second he was knocked to the ground by Yingshan Shi's righteous iron fist that hit his face.
Wang Senzhengdao on the side also took off his suit jacket, rolled up his shirt cuffs and was tidying up his clothes, looking like he had just finished something.
"Huh? Is this the end?"
Wu Yi raised his eyebrows, indicating that he had just received the new weapon, but the battle was over before he had the chance to show off like Old Dingtou, which was a bit regrettable.
But it's true, considering the fighting power of these guardians, even if a normal person is placed here, he will most likely be able to kill a lot of people. As long as you pay attention to avoid being attacked from behind, there is almost no possibility of failure.
But right now, they have three people of the Teeth of Destruction level here, and fighting against dozens of armed soldiers and an elite monster with a knife is not even a warm-up exercise.
Wu Yi breathed a sigh of relief, grabbed the two knives in one hand, and with the other hand picked up Hayami Katsumasa, who was lying unconscious among the corpses on the ground, and threw him towards Katara Metō.
"Then we're done here. I'll leave the bomb issue to you. I'll go downstairs to help Lei'an."
"It's okay, don't be so anxious."
Wu Huiliyang laughed and waved the pipe in his hand nonchalantly. One of the fifty elite killers of the Wu clan who were neatly arranged in the back immediately stepped out, walked forward and leaned over to feel around Hayami Katsumasa's body.
"Hayami can bring reinforcements, and so can we. If I'm not mistaken, the reinforcements should have arrived by now."
"Oh?"
Wu Yi was slightly stunned.
At the same time, around the entrance below the venue, a group of people with the same Sasuke hairstyle rushed into the enemy camp at a speed that was almost impossible to capture with the naked eye. After a round of punches and kicks, a large number of guardians fell to the ground immediately.
On the other side, several Inaba-ryu assassins who looked like Gon after activating the oath and restriction were kneeling on all fours, lowering their heads and shaking out their hair.
There are also Nepalese mercenaries with totem-like paint on their faces...
And a bunch of right triangle warriors who were carrying their hands to practice pushing palms...
Etc., etc.
Volume 612: Chapter : Yukata Control
It took two hours, from one o'clock in the afternoon to three o'clock, before the rebellion launched by Hayami Katsumasa was completely quelled.
All the guardians who invaded the island were killed or injured. The dead were thrown into the sea to feed the fish, and the living were tied up and thrown into a small dark room in the storage room at the bottom of the venue.
Thanks to the efforts of hundreds of defenders, all the bombs, including those installed in the venue, were found and defused.
If we only consider the fact that everyone survived, then this is indeed a pretty good ending.
But at the same time, because of this incident on the day of the game, the semi-finals that were originally scheduled for the afternoon had to be postponed to the day after tomorrow.
However, considering that it would not be good for the audience who had waited in the venue for several hours without seeing anything to just say that the semi-finals in the afternoon would not be held, the final result of the discussion was to hold a banquet!
There's nothing better than a great party after a battle!
Let’s just say that everyone has worked very hard in the quarterfinals this morning, so we should have a good rest in the afternoon and reward ourselves with a banquet in the evening!
Anyway, let’s have the party!
The perspective changes, as night falls on Yuanliu Island again, a huge bonfire is lit on the grass in front of the venue, emitting a primitive and warm light in the deep twilight of the island, like a lighthouse beacon in a storm.
All the tables and chairs in the venue were moved out and spread out in a square around the campfire.
Even the chefs who were supposed to be in the kitchen in the physical sense, moved their kitchen utensils and gas stoves outside and started stir-frying in the evening breeze.
Cases of wine were scattered across the lawn for anyone to take.
Wu Yi, Sakayanagi Arisu and other girls took the food and drinks they needed and sat down at an empty, secluded table.
He looked at the lively scene of gladiators arm in arm and entrepreneurs toasting each other around the campfire not far away and couldn't help but complain.
