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Xia Ji's hands were shaking as he spoke.
I was completely angry.
"Defeat your opponent within one minute, launch only one attack, use only your hands, and do not get injured yourself."
"Ok?"
Yato raised an eyebrow.
As expected, the conditions became even more stringent.
They even limited the number of attacks.
However, this also indirectly suggests that the number of opponents in the third assessment should not be large.
Suddenly, a sharp aura entered my senses.
Yato seemed to sense something and looked in the direction they had come from.
Click, click...
That's the sound of leather shoes.
The person who arrived was a handsome man wearing a white suit with long black hair.
A smile, seemingly elegant but actually cold, played on his lips.
"Really, I came here as a 'guest,' but I have to do things for you. How do you think you're going to make it up to me, Xia Ji?"
"...Stop talking nonsense, Yong Min, help me solve the problem at hand first."
Xia Ji suppressed his anger and said.
"Oh dear, the saying 'the capable are always busy' is absolutely right to describe me."
The handsome young man called 'Ryumin' shrugged, then looked up at the pile of junk.
"Isn't this Lord Tokita Niko? I didn't expect to see you here. It's been a long time."
He touched his chest and bowed.
Despite having the appearance of a Chinese person, he gives off the air of a medieval nobleman.
"It is you."
The Ten Demon Snakes and Two Tigers clearly recognized him, with enigmatic smiles on their faces.
"I haven't heard from him since he was transferred from the mainland. I was wondering if he was killed by that kid. I didn't expect him to come here. But whatever mission he has, it has nothing to do with me."
“Longmin…”
A knowing look flashed in Narukami Torahatsu's eyes.
She knew this person.
Like Xia Ji, he is a skilled member of the [Insect Group].
The difference is that Xia Ji was a cadre.
He was just a senior combatant.
Despite this, he was clearly much stronger than Xia Ji in terms of martial prowess.
And most importantly...
Long Min is a master of weaponry.
When the strengths are roughly equal, they are almost invincible.
It remains to be seen whether Yato or Narukami is stronger, but in Narukami Torahatsu's opinion, Yato is at a serious disadvantage in terms of the rules.
"Let's reminisce later."
(Good Zhao)
Yong-min's gaze swept over Yato, and his smile grew even brighter.
"As you can see, although I have no grudge against you, I am now forced to become your opponent. I am a bit ruthless when I strike, so for the sake of your life, you'd better admit defeat."
"This is not a disgrace; it is simply the way of survival that the weak should have."
"is it?"
Yato gently grasped his left forearm.
You can feel the realism of the bandages and wristbands through the clothing.
"But unfortunately, I never listen to the sweet talk of the weak."
"If you want to convince me, use your fists, or... your knife."
His eyes narrowed.
That intensely piercing gaze seemed to penetrate Yong Min's chest, seeing right through him, inside and out.
This feeling is very bad.
"……point"
Yong Min slowly wiped the smile off his face, a cold glint flashing in his narrowed eyes.
He tucked his hand behind him.
When it reappeared, it was holding a scalpel about 1.5 meters long.
"Hey, Xia Ji, I've changed my mind. Killing this guy wouldn't be a problem, would it?"
Chapter 143
Xia Ji naturally wanted Long Min to eliminate Yato.
He finally saw it.
Yato Igarashi is exactly the same kind of person as someone I failed to recruit before. They should have been eliminated by any means necessary after the failed recruitment attempt. Otherwise, they would have brought me huge trouble sooner or later.
However, Tokita Nitora was also present, and this guy was clearly on that annoying brat's side. Even though Xia Ji harbored murderous intent, he couldn't act openly. He could only mutter things like "Kill him, kill him" to vent his anger in his heart. On the surface, under the intrigued gaze of Tokita Nitora, he said with a forced smile:
"This is one of the few valuable talents in the organization, so I hope you can be careful."
"The more this is the case, the more necessary it is to discipline them, therefore—"
Ryumin's eyes were long and narrow, with a sinister gaze, like a snake's stare. His undisguised malicious gaze swept over every part of Yato's body, as if he was considering where to start.
"Newcomer, guess how many wounds I can leave on you in one minute?"
"One minute?"
Yato seemed to have heard something amusing and chuckled softly.
He skillfully rolled up his sleeves, revealing his strong and powerful forearms.
His left arm was wrapped in bandages.
The skin on the hands below the wrists is delicate and has a resilient texture.
The ten fingers have distinct joints that interlock.
It's as if beneath the skin and the flexor muscles of the hand are precision components made of steel.
Anyone who looks at them can immediately see that these hands are extraordinary.
This is especially true for martial artists.
They would probably give this assessment—
'Hands that look like weapons'!
Yato slowly clenched his fist, his knuckles making a crisp sound, like a machine preparing to start working.
"You think... you can last a minute against me?"
"It seems I've been completely underestimated."
Yong-min smiled brightly.
Seeing the tension between the two escalating, Xia Ji quickly spoke up.
"Are you ready? I'm about to start the timer."
Both sides nodded.
Yong-min seemed to remember something.
"Won't you come a little closer? I'll allow you to walk right up to me."
"No need. I can take care of you in an instant. Grit your teeth and bear it. If you die, I'll be in big trouble."
As Yato spoke, he slightly lowered his center of gravity.
Place your hands in front of you, at eye level.
This is a grappling stance.
"start!"
As if unwilling to give him more time to tactical consideration, Xia Ji made a decisive declaration.
boom!
It was like a storm rising from a flat surface.
Yato, who was over 1.8 meters tall and looked like he was wearing heavy armor, suddenly disappeared from the spot.
Only two pits that could hardly be called 'footprints' were left behind!
So fast! !
Several people present, including the injured disciples watching from the sidelines, were all silently calling out.
Narukami Torahatsu even had to raise his hand to hold down his straw hat to avoid being blown away by the sudden, spreading vortex of air.
A deep sense of astonishment appeared on that doll-like, meticulously crafted face.
Even she, a swordswoman who had already reached the highest level of Japanese Kendo, 'Unyou,' found it incredible that she could sprint so fast over such a short distance.
Of all those present, perhaps only Tokita Nitora's eyesight was sharp enough to spot Yato.
The reasons for this phenomenon.
It's Yato's Tempest Kick combined with the power generation technique of the 'Six and a Half Point Stick'.
Shoulders, knees, and arms.
Feet, hands, waist.
In a movement resembling a judo stance, all six parts of the body are bent and gathering power, like six fully drawn bows, or like jets forming the body.
The bones and muscles of the legs, mutated by the [Storm Kick], were strong enough to withstand such terrifying force.
At that moment, it was as if he had kicked himself away as if he were invisible!
"...?!"
In that instant, Long Min's pupils shrank to needle size.
The hairs on my body stood on end.
Goosebumps covered my entire body.
The sense of crisis was amplified to the extreme.
Originally, his body, which had become stiff and weak due to being pampered and overly indulged in his duties as a bodyguard for a certain important figure in this country, was stimulated by this sense of crisis and his instincts became more active than ever before, awakening the fighting spirit he had developed in the brutal battles within the organization in the past.
He had completely forgotten all the sword techniques and moves he had practiced for years.
To be precise, given the opponent's speed, there was no way to think of countermeasures or choose appropriate tactics. One could only blindly follow instinct, grabbing the wrist rope at the end of the hilt and swinging the knife like a whip, creating an impenetrable silver barrier in front of oneself, forcing the opponent's attack to slow down.
"The lancet...a troublesome weapon."
Yato thought to himself.
The so-called willow leaf knife was a popular weapon during the Ming and Qing dynasties. It looks very similar to the goose feather knife and the embroidered spring knife, but in fact, it is very easy to distinguish them. Just look at the curvature of the blade and whether the handle is curved.
The overall shape of the scissor is an almost straightened 'S', with the blade and handle curving in different directions. This design gives the knife extremely strong 'cutting power'!