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Just like what Xijing Ning Yin once told him, when fighting hand to hand, you will always be a beat slower when thinking with your brain before taking action.

Just at this moment.

Haramura Makoto didn't think of anything in his mind. He just took a step forward. The moment the four snake swords hit him, his hand rose up without any warning.

"Clang, clang, clang—"

Four slow sword chants rang out, and the four sword strikes were undoubtedly deflected.

"So that's all your spiritual equipment is?"

"It's so monotonous that I feel bored."

At this moment, Haramura Makoto's pupils flashed with a chilling light, and huge magic power stirred around him.

Now he has completely entered a fighting state.

"However, it is indecent to come back and not reciprocate. You showed me everything. I will also show you the results of my recent practice."

The moment he was enveloped by that cold aura, Kurashiki Kuroto even felt that the hairs all over his body were exploding.

Immediately after—

Kurashiki Kuroto's eyes flashed with flowers.

The intuition in close combat, honed by long-term penetration into the cross-field of swordsmen, gave him a crazy warning.

next second.

"Chong-"

It was as if Haramura Makoto's figure had suddenly undergone a spatial shift, and came directly in front of Kurashiki Kuroto, and struck him down with a single hand with a heavy sword in front of him.

Kurashiki Kuroto directly blocked Haramura Makoto's attack with the help of his quick reflexes.

The dark muzzle appeared directly from the left side of the sword body, and with the pull of the trigger, three bullets were fired directly.

Extremely close, within two meters.

"With the speed of bullets at such a close range, who are you looking down on?"

The veins on Kurashiki's brows popped out and he shouted loudly.

The bone sword stretched out again at a terrifying speed, and with the three clear crashing sounds, the bone sword also wrapped him up in a snake-like coiled posture.

The spear is faster from seven steps away, and the swordsman is faster from within seven steps.

This is already a law, and top swordsmen who can basically practice cross-fields can do this easily.

Although Kurashiki Kuroto is not a top swordsman, he can easily do this with his reflexes.

"The connection between gun fighting skills is still not very good."

Haramura Makoto's eyes condensed, and he jumped into the air. While avoiding the bite of the snake head, another row of five magic bullets was sprayed directly from the muzzle of the gun.

"what--"

The bullets blessed by Haramura Makoto's time power were even faster than the extremely close range just now.

Kurashiki Kuroto opened his mouth and showed a bloodthirsty smile.

"Let me show you my sword-cutting skills."

"——Yama no Orochi!"

Extreme danger radiated directly from Kurashiki Kuroto. At this moment, it seemed that even the air had been shaken by the demonic energy.

Behind Kurashiki Hido, there are a total of eight ferocious snake heads.

It uses one body to split into eight heads, winding its snake body, spreading in the air, opening its gray bloody mouth, and staring at its blood-red eyes, just like the monster in Japanese mythology, the Yamata-no-Orochi.

I saw Kurashiki Kuroto's wrist shaking slightly, and the five snake heads that were constantly shaking suddenly moved.

"puff--"

There was a sound like a bullet hitting water and being wrapped in something. All the bullets shot by Haramura Makoto were swallowed up by the snake's head.

"Slashing eight swords in a row gave me the illusion that my eyes couldn't keep up with the speed of the sword swing."

"Mediocre tricks."

He took a step forward with his left foot, and Haramura Makoto's waist sank.

The gun in his hand disappeared, and the original posture of holding the sword with one hand changed to holding the sword with both hands.

"Now, the result is actually very clear."

"Your cutting power can no longer affect me, and I still can't use my cutting power."

"So, let me finish you off with this sword skill I just created last night."

The hair on Kurashiki's body stood up, and he acted instantly based on the principle of seizing the opportunity.

The eight tongues of Yamata no Orochi started dancing in an instant, and under his control, they quickly attacked Haramura Makoto.

then……

"Secret Sword—"

In an instant, Haramura Makoto's temperament suddenly changed, as sharp and piercing as a blade.

The long knife drew a sharp trajectory like a flying butterfly, turned into a flash of light, and then seemed to divide, slashing from three directions.

There was obviously only one knife, but it was split into three in an instant.

(This is a fantasy, no, no, this is definitely not an afterimage.)

(This is not just sword skills, but a combination of sword skills and supernatural powers.)

"——Yan Hui!"

The name of the move was shouted out by Haramura Makoto at this moment.

The feeling of danger was pushed to the limit at this moment.

--Danger!

--Danger!

The experience accumulated in countless battles with other swordsmen, or his sixth sense that directly penetrates the soul, all told him again.

extremely dangerous.

The snake heads that were originally separated and scattered ferociously gathered together in an instant, intertwined with each other, and twisted directly into a rope-like feeling, turned into a drill and pushed directly towards Haramura Makoto.

"Break through it for me."

This is a cry that comes from the heart and goes straight to the soul.

It was as if the magic power was free of charge, and was crazily instilled into his spiritual equipment by Kurashiki Kuroto.

Kurashiki Kuroto knew this very well.

This is not an attack that can be avoided. No matter how fast his nerve reflexes are and how strong his intuition is, this sword cannot be avoided.

There was no reason, he just felt that way.

So he chose to face the hard steel head-on. With eight full-force sword swings superimposed, he was confident that he could directly break through the opponent's sword skills.

"It's a waste of effort."

With this sigh, the pale sword light and Haramura Makoto's figure suddenly disappeared.

Kurashiki Kuroto didn't even realize what was going on.

None of the three slashes were left, and they all hit Kurashiki Kuroto's body firmly, cutting off his school uniform and slicing his flesh.

Blood splattered!

"Big Brother!!"

The boys sitting nearby stood up and shouted in shock.

"puff--"

His body fell heavily to the ground, and Kurashiki Kuroto spat out a mouthful of blood.

"The victory and defeat are already divided."

Gently flicking the sword blade, which was not stained with any blood, Haramura Makoto dispersed the spiritual equipment in his hand.

"Thank you to the current system for sparing your life, you bastard."

Haramura Makoto looked at Kurashiki Kurato who was still coughing up blood with indifferent eyes.

The three swords just cut open his chest, flanks and thighs respectively, and the cuts were not deep, so they only looked miserable in appearance. In fact, for the swordsman, the injuries were not that serious. .

Even for this kind of injury, you only need to push it into the treatment room, wait for a while, and then stay in the hospital for one day and you can be discharged.

To be honest.

According to Makoto Haramura's habit, if this kind of garbage falls into his hands in Academy City, it will basically prevent him from seeing the sun tomorrow.

But it is helpless.

This world is very tolerant towards swordsmen. Even terrorists will be given a chance to change. For example, Kurashiki Tibetan's behavior is just a gangster behavior. It does not even count as provoking troubles. At most, it is a verbal education.

Therefore, Haramura Makoto should be a little cautious in his actions.

Otherwise, what would happen if the three swords were aimed at Kurashiki Kuroto's neck and head.

"cough--"

Another mouthful of bright red blood spurted out from Kurashiki's mouth. Coupled with the blood that continued to seep out from his wounds, a pool of blood was almost forming on the ground where he was sitting.

"Sky...sword...skill?"

It was just four short words, but what Kurashiki said was very difficult.

He had no choice but to force himself to stay awake now because of his strong willpower. Who made him bleed so much? No matter how serious the injury was, it would be difficult to stay awake with this amount of bleeding.

"Well, that's about it."

"Take your boss and get out. If you grind for a while, the recovery time will be much longer than this."

Probably because the boss was defeated at this moment, or because the aura of Haramura Makoto was too intimidating.

The gangsters didn't dare to make any move. They carefully put Kurashiki Kuroto, who was satisfied and passed out after getting the answer, into the ambulance, and hurriedly left.

"Okay, senior sister, this dojo is now back in your hands."

After hearing Haramura Makoto's words, Ayatsuji Tsunase was stunned for a moment, then lowered his head and looked around at the familiar but slightly changed scenes. Past memories kept flooding into his mind. Glittering tears began to well up in her eyes.

"Um...thank you, thank you, Haramura-san."

Although I cried, these were tears of joy.

"It's nothing, it's just a reasonable deal. I will visit you again after your father recovers from his illness, Senior Sister."

……

On the way home, feeling the gaze that was so hot that it was about to burn him through, Haramura Makoto just felt a chill.

I stood up with goosebumps all over my body.

"If you want to ask anything, just ask, Ikki."

"When you look at me like this, I feel a little disgusted."

Haramura Makoto rolled his eyes angrily at Kurogane Ikki, who was looking at him deeply.

It would feel pretty good to be stared at by Stella like this, but to be stared at by a grown man like this, he would only feel disgusted.

"Hey, is this okay?"

"The confidentiality of sword skills is very important to a swordsman."

Kuroyuki Ikki quickly waved his hand and rejected Haramura Makoto's words.

Every move has its weaknesses, and any sword-cutting ability has its own way to be restrained, so generally no one will expose their moves.

"It's ok."

Haramura Makoto also waved his hand.

"There is no way to tell you about the steps just now. After all, it is a secret skill given to me by the expired Lolita. It cannot be passed on to others without her consent."

"But the sword skill just now was created by me, so there's nothing wrong with saying it."