"That guy over there, aren't you going to come out to avenge your companions?"
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Unlimited suppression does not only refer to marksmanship.
You can easily tell that if you want to completely suppress an area, you need to observe, calculate and even predict many aspects, such as environmental terrain, object bunkers, available obstacles, and even wind direction flow, etc. These all need to be considered.
Come in, compared to this, the number of enemies or hiding locations can really only be regarded as the most basic basic skills.
It's not even basic skills, it's just memory.
Just like how many years old children can count chickens, ducks and geese.
Tang Chao naturally knew it well. The Kitosi killer team that had just entered here had a total of 11 people. Now there were only ten corpses in the field, which meant that there was still one alive.
For some unknown reason, the other party did not participate in the final suicidal counterattack, and of course he did not leave. The specific location was also known to Tang Chao, because the other party had not moved. Just now, he deliberately slowed down the action of changing the magazine, just to kill the person.
After seducing him and getting rid of him, the other party didn't know whether he was intimidated or saw through his intentions and didn't take action.
Even though he was shot out of his hiding place, the other party still didn't move at all. If Tang Chao hadn't been sure that he remembered correctly, he might have been fooled.
How can I bear it...
Shaking his head, Tang Chao strolled down the mound. At the same time, he pointed his pistol directly at the rock, took three steps, bang, took two steps, bang... The rock surface was filled with pits and spattered with lime after one shot after another.
Ten feet... five feet... three feet...
Wow, a black shadow finally jumped out from behind the rock. The muzzle of his right pistol followed him like a shadow, but he didn't fire, it was just clothes. After making it clear in an instant, Tang Chao pulled the trigger with his left hand without hesitation. Bang, it happened to be another word.
The figure jumped out from the left side of the rock and rushed towards me, making a clanging sound and a crisp metallic impact.
Blocked?
Tang Chao's eyes narrowed, and he stepped sideways. Almost at the moment he left the place, a sharp short knife pierced his body, but failed. Without stopping, he turned the blade again and slashed horizontally. In such a narrow space, the gun had no effect at all.
, without even a fire stick to use, Tang Chao decisively smashed out his pistol and knocked off the blade, but the short knife was only pulled away a little distance before it was forcibly cut again, aiming directly at... Tang Chao's left hand? No, it was held in
The pistol in the left hand!
Obviously, even at such a close distance, the opponent was still extremely afraid of Tang Chao's marksmanship.
"There are no bullets... If you want it, here it is!"
He smashed out the pistol again, and at the same time, he raised his foot and kicked forward. The opponent showed no intention of resisting, so he cut off the pistol forcefully, and forcefully ate the kick. His body flew three feet away in an instant, and with a bang, he hit the person he was hiding in front of.
on top of the rock.
"Ahem..."
He knelt down with the knife in his hand and let out a series of muffled coughs. It was obvious that he had suffered a heavy blow. But the other party seemed to feel that he had made a huge profit. He raised his head and grinned, showing a happy smile at Tang Chao against the traces of blood.
"Song Jun, we finally meet."
Tang Chao was slightly stunned when he heard the words. He looked at the face painted with camouflage and suddenly said, "It turns out to be Nakajima-kun. It seems that we are indeed destined." He paused slightly, pointed to the bullet marks left on the side of the opponent's short sword, and nodded in praise.
He said, "My swordsmanship is good."
This is not because the Tang Dynasty mistakenly recognized the sword. The swordsmanship of the island nation originally used swords. The short sword in Nakashimagawa's hand was not a dagger, but a real samurai sword of the island nation.
"It's just luck."
Nakashima Chuan wiped away the blood from the corner of his mouth carelessly, stood up, and did not hide the admiration on his face, "In comparison, Song Jun's marksmanship is truly miraculous, and it can be said to be the only one Nakashima has ever seen in his life."
!Haha, if I hadn’t bet on Mr. Song just now that you would hit me between the eyebrows and block it with the knife in advance, that shot would have killed me."
"That's a shame."
"Haha, Mr. Song should really feel sorry!" Nakashimakawa laughed loudly and slashed his chest again, with murderous intent in his eyes, "Because you won't have any chance in the future!"
Tang Chao smiled noncommittally: "Really?"
"Of course, Mr. Song may not know that what I am best at is close-quarters swordsmanship!" Turning the blade, he stood up and said, "Kitaji Nakashimakawa, please give me some advice!"
Brother, we are killers, do you think this is a martial arts competition? Please enlighten me... Pouting his lips, Tang Chao said that he did not want to explain, and waved casually as a gesture of return.
Nakashimakawa didn't pay attention. In fact, he didn't even look at Tang Chao's reaction after he finished speaking. His eyes were unwavering. He bowed and slowly put the short sword on his waist, as if he was about to put it back into the sheath, but
Of course it has no sheath.
But the next moment, "Xin——" there was a sharp clear sound as if a samurai sword really slid through the scabbard, and the light of the sword rose into the sky, stepped forward, and reached the sky above Tang Chao's head in an instant, with fierce murderous intent firmly locked on it.
Sacrifice yourself and chop down!
Kendo, Iai, also known as sword-drawing and slashing!
A hint of admiration flashed in Tang Chao's eyes. Nakashimakawa really wasn't boasting. Just by looking at this smooth slash, one could tell that the opponent had indeed worked hard in the art of swordsmanship and had a solid foundation.
It’s just that it’s not that interesting in terms of momentum...
While thinking about this, Tang Chao stepped sideways, avoiding the light of the sharp sword, and stretched out his hand to grab the opponent's wrist. Naturally, Nakashima River could not be held so easily. In fact, drawing the sword and slashing was just a prelude.
, of course there are masters who specialize in Iai Kendo, no
Wen ignores all other sword skills and only practices drawing a sword to cut. With one strike, he can see life and death...Nakashimagawa naturally hasn't reached that state yet, so after cutting the sword to nothing, he immediately changes the door. Each strike is as fast as a sword, and finally practices
They form one piece, as straight as a torrential river, endlessly extending!
Tang Chao was in the middle of it, like a small boat that could capsize at any time, teetering on the edge. However, he always moved closer to the center of the whirlpool regardless of life and death, and kept trying to reach out and grab Nakashima River's wrist, just like pulling chestnuts out of the fire.
However, is this actually the case?
The person involved, Shimakawa, knows it best. He is feeling a little uncomfortable right now. Whenever he tries his best to wield his self-proclaimed perfect sword, Tang Chao can always find a flaw, and then waits there with open palms, waiting for him.
The wrist came to the door and was captured, forcing him to temporarily switch the sword's strength, but after swinging out, a similar scene happened again...
After being forced to switch to dozens of offensive swordsmanship, Nakashimakawa's face turned red. This was not because of shame, but because he felt uncomfortable. Every time he swung the sword, he felt more uncomfortable, as if he was holding old phlegm in his throat.
, I can’t spit it out, and I can’t swallow it...it’s so uncomfortable!
No, if you continue like this you will be defeated... Nakajima River's eyes flashed with a fierce look, and he quietly turned his wrist to change the way he held the knife. Immediately, he stabbed out with the knife. As expected, Tang Chao still looked the same. He turned slightly sideways and held it to his wrist again.
,Chance--
"die!!!"
"Huh?"
With a loud shout, the short-edged samurai sword with a cold light suddenly disappeared just as it was about to fall against Tang Chao's windbreaker. It moved a few inches like a ghost and appeared out of thin air in Tang Chao's lower abdomen.
Belly!
At the critical moment, ding, a finger appeared in time and flicked on the side of the blade, tearing it apart, and the two figures merged and separated.
Looking down at the tear at the hem of his windbreaker, Tang Chao turned around in surprise, looking at Nakashimagawa who also looked in disbelief, and raised his eyebrows: "Chatani Oni Kenryu... you also learned kendo from Kitan Araji?"
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Kitani Araji, a figure on the list of the top 100 killers in the world, also comes from Kitouji, the world's top killer, good at disguise, hiding, sneaking, and extremely profound ninjutsu and kendo cultivation, among which the latter is the most popular among insiders
It is commendable that he has a terrifying record of splitting bullets with a single sword, and he can be called a master of swordsmanship.
"Instructor Chatan..." he subconsciously echoed, Nakashimakawa's eyes widened instantly, "How do you know Chatan Oni Kenryu? You are also familiar with the island country's kendo, who are you!"
"Do you know it's weird?" Tang Chao regained his indifferent expression. It was normal to encounter familiar things after being reborn, and there was nothing to make a fuss about. "That old man in Beigu has taught many people, but you can be favored by him.
Passing it on, it seems that you do have some talent in swordsmanship."
"Impossible!" Nakashimakawa denied, "This is instructor Chatani's unique skill, and he will not teach it to others easily!"
Haha, that's young man. You are still young and have never seen Hitomi Hitoshi or Fuma Musashi... The so-called stunts, especially those that are more sophisticated, cannot be hidden at all in front of people of the same level who are equally good at close combat.
Necessary. You will have a rough idea of the techniques after watching them a few times. Why not share them openly and exchange them.
Just like the Kitani Ghost Sword style, to put it bluntly, it is nothing more than using high-frequency wrist and finger vibrations to hide instantly and change the direction of the blade in an extremely narrow range, achieving a seemingly unpredictable surprise effect.
Of course, this explanation does not mean that the Kitani Ghost Sword Style is so bad. The main thing is to look at the people. If it were true that Kitani Huangji was here, the Tang Dynasty would not be so entrusted to take advantage of other people's tricks. They would have distanced themselves long ago to exploit their strengths and avoid their weaknesses.
Bullet greeted...
Without explanation, Tang Chao turned over his hand and showed his dagger: "I have swung so many knives, why don't you give me a try?"
Immediately, he looked at Nakashimakawa, who instantly turned back to the sword, looking like he was facing a formidable enemy. He smiled, stepped forward, and thrust out the sword without any fancy. Nakashimakawa subconsciously waved the sword to block, and then
For a moment, the pupils suddenly shrank sharply, and the dagger that was about to hit the spot disappeared. It completely disappeared, as if it had never existed in the world again... There was a hiss, a coldness in the throat, and the sound of wind in the ears.
The figures separate.
With a bang, the katana hit the ground.
A red line emerged from Nakashimakawa's neck, and it split into a hideous wound in just a short moment. He reached out to cover it, but he couldn't stop a large amount of blood from pouring out from between his fingers, and he slowly fell to his knees.
"Huhu... Bei Gu... Huchi Ghost Sword Style... how... how is it possible..."
Behind him, Tang Chao shook his head. What's impossible? He made it look like it was very precious. Couldn't he just exchange it for a bottle of wine?