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"The offal."

Walking out of the crowd of onlookers, someone spoke very arrogantly in a very calm tone.

Such sounds reached the ears of these people, as well as the sounds of their companions being beaten, which made their expressions darken, and they cast a look full of anger at the person behind them.

"Boy, do you know who you are talking to?"

The first person who couldn't hold back was the pilot boy. A dagger-like spiritual device appeared directly in his hand.

He is fast.

The whole person was like an afterimage, about seven or eight meters away, and was passed by him in an instant.

And he wasn't accelerating in a straight line. He actually changed his direction of action during this high-speed movement, and came directly diagonally behind Haramura Makoto. He held the short knife in one hand and pushed the handle with the other. , and stabbed Haramura Makoto's waist and abdomen.

"It's still somewhat sensible."

The moment Haramura Makoto said these words, the short knife that could have pierced Haramura Makoto's waist and abdomen in an instant stopped strangely a few centimeters in front of Haramura Makoto's waist.

"boom--"

He kicked him on the knee mercilessly. While screaming, the man fell directly to the ground because he lost the support of his knees.

"You used the fantasy form, so you saved your life."

As he firmly stepped on the head of the pilot boy, Haramura Makoto had only calmness in his eyes.

It was as if he had done this process countless times.

"Now I say you are just a bunch of bastards. Do you have any objections?"

His eyes were calm, but his tone was full of gunpowder.

How should I put it? It's completely different from the atmosphere that Haramura Makoto usually displays. Now Haramura Makoto is full of oppression.

It’s not at all like his usual easygoing look, at least that’s what Stella thinks now.

However, she was not disappointed because of Haramura Makoto's big change. Instead, she looked at Haramura Makoto with bright eyes.

Although she is cliché, she is very strong.

But when there is danger like this, the person you like comes out to protect you, it is simply a dream-like scene.

"You guy."

"Dare to attack us."

"Come together and teach him a lesson."

The remaining five or six followers, even the guy with the ax who was originally confronting Kuroyuki Ikki, turned around and swarmed up.

Kurashiki Kuroto stood at the back with an indifferent expression on his face. He turned from staring directly at Ikki to Haramura Makoto.

"Is it true that the level of garbage is the same?"

Seven or eight gangsters rushed over at the same time. They were clearly outnumbered, but they did not cooperate at all.

The attacks that could hit him immediately were actually only four attacks.

The remaining attacks are all wasted.

Yes, this is the same thing he did in Academy City.

A group of trash who only knows how to mess around every day. Relying on the little power they have, they act unscrupulously and create chaos everywhere.

Why did he establish the Scorpio organization at that time?

It is because there is a group of capable people who feel that they are capable and are one level above ordinary people and one level above the weak, so they can bully and humiliate the weak at will.

Because they are strong and have power, they can do whatever they want.

This was his original intention in establishing Scorpio.

Now that he saw these guys, he felt like he was back in Academy City, where he saw the trash.

Knife, sword, fist, finger tiger, spear!

The moment they approached Haramura Makoto, many weapons were exerted the power of time and moved forward slowly.

"what!"

"boom!"

"vomit!"

He then swung the blood-red sword.

Haramura Makoto slashed out with the back of his sword, displaying what Ikki Kurogane had described as his unusually soft wrist. Without moving his steps, he drew a blade path in front of him that surpassed ergonomics.

The first follower jumped up, and Makoto Haramura hit him on the thigh with the back of his knife, sending him flying and knocking away the young gangster behind him who was shooting.

Then it accelerated instantly, and the blade floated diagonally downwards, instantly slicing across the arm of the gangster wearing a finger tiger who punched out.

The level of attack in the fantasy state was enough to cause him to faint for about ten seconds.

"Ten times faster."

The sword-cutting skill instantly accelerated on the body, causing Haramura Makoto, who was already swinging the sword very fast, to make a direct reverberation of the sword at this moment.

It was as if a whole row of blades appeared in front of Haramura Makoto in an instant, and the remaining few people were swept away directly.

This is what Ikki Kurogane calls, Makoto Haramura's skill that can make him a natural swordsman.

A normal swordsman swings his sword, sheathes his sword, and then swings his sword again.

After all, normal human wrists and arms can only maintain one direction when moving. It is basically impossible to forcefully change directions during movement.

A swordsman who has undergone long-term training can force a sword move that is basically a horizontal slash to become vertical in an instant, and the speed of the sword swing will not slow down while changing the move.

This is why wrist flexibility is important.

And why is Haramura Makoto's natural skills envied by Kurogane Ikki.

Without any training, he could naturally complete three or even four changes of direction while swinging the sword.

That's not all.

Coupled with his own superpower, he can also control the speed of the knife during this period.

Mixed into it are fast swords and slow swords, two different swords.

The sword moves are weird and the sword speed is weird!

This is Haramura Makoto's sword.

"Get off."

Until now, the shark-faced Kurashiki Kuroto finally spoke up and told his useless subordinates to stop doing useless work.

"It's really interesting that there are still two swordsmen."

He had a rebellious tone, but his face showed excitement.

He first looked at Kurogane Ikki.

"Obviously he is weak, but he can find his shortcomings instantly and use his own skills to make up for it."

Then, he turned his attention to Haramura Makoto.

"It looks a lot like me."

"You really look like me."

Kurashiki Kuroto laughed unscrupulously, laughing heartily, like a hungry predator seeing its prey, staring at Haramura Makoto with burning eyes.

"Obviously his swordsmanship is terrible, but he has the qualifications that those guys dream of."

"But are you systematically learning swordsmanship?"

That's right, Kurashiki Hizoto, every swordsman has his own name.

His name is very interesting, "Swordsman Killer".

Because he is not a swordsman, he can fight against the swordsman in the area where the swordsman is most proud of, and win, thus defeating his self-esteem as a swordsman.

What he relies on is the strongest reflex nerve.

In hand-to-hand combat, reflex nerves are the most important.

No matter what kind of weird sword move it is, he can react and catch it with his reflexes.

"Forget it, it doesn't matter, I'm completely excited."

“Talent versus talent.”

"Let's have a fight."

Chapter 074

"Da da da da-"

Just when the two sides were tense and about to explode in the next second, the sound of bursts of submachine guns came directly.

The sound of gunshots came from far to near, directly reaching the ears of everyone in the restaurant at this moment.

The sudden change brought an abrupt end to the whispers of the guests who were gathered around and dared to watch the fun.

"Zombie, it seems you were lucky enough to save your life."

Things have changed in another way. It is natural that Haramura Makoto can no longer waste time here with a piece of trash, but directly returns to the camp of Stella and Kuroyuki Ikki.

"Hmph, I'll let you know what fear is later."

Although Kurashiki Kuroto is a gangster, he is still a swordsman after all.

He is a qualified swordsman at least on the surface. At least he understands what he should do at this time. At least he understands such small things.

"spit--"

Kurashiki Kuroto, who had no image, or had no image in the first place, spat on the ground and glanced at his younger brothers with his vicious face.

"You guys are back."

"What shall we do now?"

As soon as Haramura Makoto returned to Stella, Stella asked Haramura Makoto in a low voice.

"Let's wait and see what happens and determine how many terrorists there are."

"Lest anything be missed and terrorists have the opportunity to massacre on a large scale."

Haramura Makoto has dealt with similar incidents too many times and experienced them too many times.

It's probably because the old detectives haven't experienced as many kidnappings as him, and he has too much experience.

"I see."

Stella responded softly.

Fear gradually spread around, and ordinary people seemed to have no idea what to do.

The next moment, the restaurant door was kicked open.

A black shadow suddenly broke into the restaurant. He pointed his submachine gun directly into the sky, and bullets were released.

All of a sudden!

The spray of bullets.

The sound of breaking glass.

The crowd screamed.

All mixed together, it seemed particularly harsh, but for the terrorist who broke in, it was the best reward. He curled up the corners of his mouth with satisfaction and spoke to the room in a rough voice. The people's livelihood shouted.

This man's body type is still relatively majestic. Even if he is wearing this thick combat uniform, he can still see his completely bulging muscles.

Everyone is very at ease with the threat to their lives.

No one wants to disappear from this world because of useless talk.

Kurashiki Kuroto on the other side obviously had the same idea as him.

He suppressed his brainless brothers, listened to the terrorist's words, and walked outside.

"Hey, those bastards over there."