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"This is basic here in Japan. As long as you do this, Your Highness Stella, I will let them go."

"Zombie, it seems you are ready to be torn into pieces by me."

It was so cold, just hearing those words, it was as if I was in the middle of winter.

"——The Transformation of Shigure!"

"Sword Shura."

Chapter 075 Exchange Conditions

The magic power surged crazily in Haramura Makoto's body, venting out to the surroundings like blue mist, completely covering the space.

This moment, this moment.

Time is frozen here.

Under the solidification of that magical power, everything stopped here.

"One-sword Shura——"

At this time, Kuroyuki Ikki also shouted for reaching the extreme realm.

In her hands, the ordinary Yin Iron was also wrapped in blue flames, and her whole body turned directly into a black lightning, and in just an instant, countless sword lights were cut out.

Normally, Haramura Makoto would be more interested in seeing how Kuroyuki Ikki did it, breaking his own survival instinct and breaking through the limits.

But at this moment when his anger was constantly overtaking his sanity, he had no interest in doing such a thing.

"The first second!"

Haramura Makoto took the first step, directly to the center point just now.

"Second second!"

Taking the second step, he came to Stella's side again, stretched out his hand and gently touched Stella's red hair.

"Third second!"

He completely stepped out of the crowd, and the blood-red long sword Yuyue was already in his hand.

"Fourth second."

Haramura Makoto has already arrived in front of Smile.

Looking at the twisted hands that made him want to vomit, and the stretched out hands that disgusted him to the extreme, Haramura Makoto raised the Ugetsu in his hand high, and the gaze in his pupils was already extremely indifferent.

"The fifth second."

The barrier condensed by the blue mist shattered, and the world that had been stagnant for a long time began to operate normally again.

"Boom!"

There were two sounds of things falling to the ground in succession.

Haramura Makoto's tachi Ugetsu, which was originally held high, has casually dropped to the right side of his body.

"Tick, tick..."

Next came the rhythmic, continuous sound of raindrops that sounded in this silent space.

"I see, you are indeed a Smile-sama. Even if my arm has been cut off by me, you can still hold back the pain and not let out a little cry."

"Sorry, I actually have some respect for you now."

(What, this brown-haired guy is talking nonsense, I have clearly said that all livestock are not allowed to move.)

(Disobedient animals must be punished to make them understand the truth.)

Transmitting electrical signals from the brain, he wanted to lower the raised hand and let his men shoot.

(Strange, why my head suddenly feels a little groggy.)

(Eh? I let my hand fall, why haven’t they fired yet.)

His vision became a little blurry, and his brain became more and more groggy. He tried his best to control his eyeballs, trying to lower his eyes.

"Blood?"

Not only his head and sight, but even his voice became hoarse.

But he didn't notice anything unusual in his voice. Instead, his eyes focused on his arms.

It was a hollow arm, and blood was like a spring, constantly spurting out from the neat fracture.

The bright red blood had even condensed on the flat ground, and in the center of the blood pool were two severed hands.

What he carried on that broken hand was his inherent spiritual equipment - the "Ring of the Grand Judge".

"This is my hand?"

Smile asked this sentence as if he was talking to himself.

The pain, which should have arrived long ago and had been delayed for a long time, finally began to hit his nerves like a raging tide.

"Ahhh-"

The heart-rending wail finally sounded at this moment.

This twisted guy broke through the defense for the first time since he came in.

He no longer had the calmness he had at the beginning, the kind of distortion that could bring fear to everyone with every move he made.

Instead, he was wailing because of his severed hand, with tears and snot mixed in his face, looking like a noisy clown performing a drama.

"Don't you understand, trash?"

Haramura Makoto looked down at the man kneeling in the pool of blood, covering his broken arm and wailing with a smile.

This was Haramura Makoto's plan from the beginning.

He moved to the center position, and then used his current strongest move, "Shigure no Shigure", which can stop time.

Normally, the controllable range of his Shigure Transformation is very small.

To be specific, the radius is about 50 meters at best.

However, the range of the Shigure No. 50 is constant based on the strength of the controlled enemy. Generally speaking, the strength of the sword-slayer can only be controlled within a radius of [-] meters at most.

If he were a strong person like Stella, the range he needed to condense would be further reduced.

Rather fortunately.

Now all the people here are ordinary people, not only the hostages, but also the terrorists.

Makoto Haramura can try to downplay the concentration of his magic power and sacrifice quality to pursue range.

Then the instantaneous explosion of Kurogane Ikki caused those twenty dozen terrorists to lose their ability to move.

As for the only knife-cutter here.

Just kidding, do you really think Haramura Makoto's hellish training these days was all for nothing?Still thought his magic control ability was as rubbish as before?

The entire precise control may still seem a bit difficult, but it is not difficult to specifically strengthen only one of the points.

This is also the reason why the last hit is left to Kurogane Ikki instead of him himself.

"But there is no need for you to be clear."

Five rays of sword light tore through the space directly, and five bloody arrows spurted out.

Smile wanted to say something but found that she could no longer make any sound, and her consciousness gradually disconnected.

His body gradually lost strength. He tried his best to control his body, but his body still couldn't help but fell to the ground.

"You have no chance to repent of your service."

"Insulted Stella, die here."

……

Society is very tolerant of knife cutters.

Especially within the alliance, there are very few situations where a knife-slayer can be sentenced to death. For garbage like this, they are generally not executed directly. At most, they are put in prison and sentenced to life imprisonment. That’s all.

But Makoto Haramura doesn't want this kind of garbage to waste another second. His existence in this world is a waste of air.

The best destination for garbage is to be swept into the garbage dump as soon as possible.

"Hmph, not bad!" "Chihiro" [-]

"You still have such skills. You two are indeed an opponent worth fighting."

"Forget it this time, I will go to her dojo to wait for you tomorrow, but please don't let me go."

Putting his hands in his trouser pockets, Kurashiki Kuroto walked over with a ruthless look on his face. He said these words condescendingly, glanced at Ayatsuji Junze with a sullen face, and then returned to his younger brother. went.

"It seems that's the end of it, why don't you talk to us."

"Senior Ayatsuji, it will still take some time before the police arrive anyway, so why not take this time to explain what happened between you and that little gangster just now."

"In any case, my friend has been forced to get involved in the dispute between you."

"I think we should at least have the right to know."

Haramura Makoto laid his eyes on Ayatsuji Junze.

Just like what Haramura Makoto said just now, as student knights and swordsmen, they have the responsibility to protect the people in the situation just now, and they also have the right to use force when the situation arises.

That is to say, casualties and other situations do not need to be calculated. As long as there are no large-scale casualties to the hostages, they do not need to bear any responsibility.

But no matter what, they are now student knights who have not obtained formal knight licenses and have no law enforcement rights.

The post-event handling, detention, and record-keeping all need to be done by professionals.

They can only wait here now.

So it was time for him to take advantage of this period of time to solve the unresolved issues.

"makes sense."

The enemy left here, which also relieved Ayatsuji Xunze's restless mood and calmed down.

"My father's name is Ayatsuji Kaito..."

Ayatsuji Kaito is known as the last samurai.

Although he is just an ordinary human being, he became famous because of his superb swordsmanship and defeated many swordsmen.

However, the problem also comes from this.

Two years ago, Ayatsuji Kaito was suddenly diagnosed with a heart disease. For the sake of the rest of his life and his family, he finally chose to give up kendo and call it a day.

But not long after he retired, Kurashiki Kuroto came to play. ,

Of course Kurashiki refused.

But not long after this rejection, Ayatsuji Kaito's dojo began to have problems.

The disciples he accepted were always attacked by unknown people, and over time, everyone left the dojo.

That's right, they were attacked by Kurashiki Kurashiki and his younger brother, which not only tortured them physically, but also broke their hearts in practicing swordsmanship.

"Sure enough, trash is trash."

"Scum is scum."

Haramura Makoto sneered.

"Yeah, he's trash."

Ayatsuji Xunze clenched her fists tightly and gritted her teeth.

"It was because of this that when he broke into the dojo again, my father finally agreed to duel with him."

The result is already obvious.

If Ayatsuji Kaito had won, Ayatsuji Junze would not have such an expression, and Kurashiki Kuroto would not be able to pester them like this.

"Kaito-san must not have lost in swordsmanship."

Kurogane Ikki interjected firmly.

Unlike Makoto Haramura, a novice who has just stepped into the world of swordsmanship, he has always lived in this world.

Of course he knew the name of Ayatsuji Kaito.