"There is a difference between a strong man and a god." Jason smiled.
"You mean, this ordinary person is God?" Hebrew felt very ridiculous.
"You can put it that way." Jason nodded seriously.
"What if a young boy has some ability? Since he killed a member of our Child family, he must pay with his life today." Hebrew's face suddenly sank, and then he seemed to speak softly into the air:
"Qianwei-kun, please come out."
As Hebrews finished speaking, a dark shadow passed through the crowd like the wind and came to the front of Hebrews.
Sene Zuofu, one of the top ten masters in the island country, is proficient in ninjutsu, illusion, kendo, and elusive. He was recruited by Hebrews in the early years. He became his guardian god and has been secretly protecting Hebrews.
People in the Child family know that there is a person named Chiezuo, but they rarely see him, and even if they do, they can't see Chiezuo's appearance.
Senue Zuofu, dressed in black ninja clothes and a mask, leaving only a pair of shining eyes, with a samurai sword hanging on his waist, standing there like a deep pool of water, giving people a deep feeling.
Unpredictable and overwhelming.
"Jason, you should understand that there are many strong people in this world, but they are definitely not this young man. Qianweijun, please kill this kid." Hebrew said lightly, quite confident about Qianweijun's strength.
, he knew very well that killing a young man was not easy.
Mo Hai just glanced at Qianwei Zuofu casually and lost interest.
This Senwei Zuofu looks mysterious, but in fact he is not as powerful as Mitsui Jiecuo.
When Qianwei Zuofu heard Hebra's instructions, his whole aura suddenly became cold, and the people around him retreated one after another for fear of being affected.
"You are no match for me. If you want to survive, just retreat." Mo Hai said calmly.
Jason was about to translate Mo Hai's words, but Qianwei Zuofu responded coldly: "Haha, in the early years, I visited China, and there were only a few masters in Chinese martial arts. I didn't expect to meet a Chinese master today.
, and you are still so young. From what you did just now, I can see that you can release your inner strength and use it very skillfully. Your current martial arts cultivation should be not far from the divine realm, but it is a pity.
, you don’t know how to hide your capabilities and bide your time. In time, I will definitely not be your opponent, but now, you are not my opponent."
Qianwei Zuofu speaks Chinese very well without any accent from the island country. He has studied martial arts in China for ten years and has a good understanding of Chinese martial arts.
Mo Hai, a young man, could have such a level of cultivation, which really amazed him. His words were also sincere.
Just now, in the darkness, he observed Mo Hai's move and was shocked in his heart. But no matter how shocked he was, Qianwei Zuofu had no doubts about his own strength.
"You are quite confident in your own strength." Mo Hai chuckled.
"My confidence is because I have self-awareness, and your confidence is because you have no self-awareness. But it's no wonder that you can have such strength at such a young age. I'm afraid most of the old martial arts men in China live to be eighty years old.
, it can’t reach your achievements, you are frivolous and flamboyant, young and passionate, it’s a reasonable thing.”
"But, your confidence is okay in front of others, but not in front of me." Qian Wei Zuofu changed the topic and said proudly.
In front of a young man, as a senior, he naturally has a high profile.
Moreover, although Chinese martial arts has a long history, it has been declining in recent years. Qianwei Zuofu actually looks down on Chinese martial arts. He feels that the martial arts of their island country should be the best martial arts in the world.
"I remember that in your island country, there was a swordsman master named Mitsui Jiecuo. How is your swordsmanship compared to his?" Mo Hai asked.
"Master Mitsui Jiecuo is the number one master of kendo in our island country. Naturally, I cannot compare with him. But in terms of overall strength, I am afraid that Master Mitsui Jiecuo is not my opponent." Senue Zuofu said.
Mo Hai smiled, then with a thought, a ray of light flashed, and an island samurai sword appeared in Mo Hai's hand.
Mo Gao raised his samurai sword, and it had a cold glow. It was indeed a good sword.
Immediately, Mo Hai threw it away, and the katana flew towards Chie Zuofu, and was stuck on the ground in front of him.
Chie Zuofu lowered his head and looked at the katana in front of him.
"This, is this the god-killing work of Master Mitsui Jiecuo?" Qianwei Zuofu was shocked.
"Why is God Killing in your hands?" Qianwei Zuofu looked at Mo Hai and asked in disbelief.
Mitsui Jiecuo died in China last year, which caused a sensation in the martial arts world of the entire island country. Qianwei Zuofu naturally heard about it. After Mitsui Jiecuo died, the whereabouts of his peerless god-killing sword were also unknown. To this day, let alone
The whereabouts of God Killer, even how Mitsui Jiecuo died in China, no one knows.
"If you die today, the samurai sword you are wearing will be in my hands." Mo Hai chuckled.
Mo Hai's meaning is self-evident.
Qianwei Zuofu's eyes were filled with horror for a moment.
"Master Mitsui Jiecuo, did he die in your hands?" Qianwei Zuofu said with a slightly trembling tone.
If this is the case, then he underestimated the Chinese in front of him. If he could kill Mitsui Jiecuo, he should be able to kill him.
"Those who know the current affairs are heroes, and those who don't know the current affairs are ghosts. You don't want to become a ghost, right?" Mo Hai smiled lightly.
Qianwei Zuofu was stunned in place, confused and didn't know what to do, which was a bit embarrassing.
After a few seconds, Qianwei Zuofu said, "Did you also kill the Nakano right gatekeeper?"
Mo Hai nodded slightly.
Senue Zuofu became more and more disheartened. The confidence he had just now disappeared in an instant. Nakano Uemon was the master of ninjutsu in the island country, and Mitsui Kaitso was the best kendo master in the island country. Both of them died in Mohai.
In his hands, Qianwei Zuofu was sure that if all this was true, then there would only be one end for him and Mo Hai to fight, a dead end.
What Qianwei Zuofu is struggling with now is the authenticity of Mo Hai's words. After all, just relying on a god-killing weapon cannot prove that Mitsui Jiecuo and Nakano Umon were killed by Mo Hai. Maybe, this god-killing weapon
Mo Hai bought it through some channel. The mobile phone will remember to provide you with wonderful novel reading in one second.
For a moment, the atmosphere was subtle.
Most of the people in the Child family do not understand Chinese and have no idea about the conversation between Mo Hai and Qianwei Zuofu.
However, just now, Mo Hai used magical means to conjure a samurai sword, which was still amazing.
However, although this method of conjuring a samurai sword out of thin air is surprising, everyone has seen it before. Some magic tricks are even more amazing than this, so it is not surprising.
What makes people even more surprised is Sen'e Zusao's reaction. Everyone can clearly feel that Sen'e Zusao's momentum has become weaker after seeing this katana.
"Qianweijun, let's do it." Hebrew said.
Qianwei Zuofu was hesitant and very afraid of Mo Hai, but after all, he had taken advantage of Hebrew, so he couldn't refuse even if the boss asked.
The most important thing is that people in martial arts will not shed tears until they see the coffin. He will not give up until he personally experiences Mo Hai's strength.
"Even if you really killed Master Mitsui Jiecuo, it's unjustifiable for you to kill people here today. Let me show you your strength. If you can defeat me, I will naturally get out of here." Qianwe Zuofu said.
, but the tone is not as tough as before. After all, I still have to leave room for myself.
"Are you sure you want to fight me?" Mo Hai looked at Qianwei Zuofu and said with a faint smile.
"Sure." Qianwei Zuofu was worried. He couldn't be intimidated by Mo Hai's few words. No matter what, it was still necessary to have a discussion.