The cold blade was pressed tightly against the edge of his neck, and the man did not dare to turn around to see who had hijacked him.
He only felt that the voice was cold and arrogant, with the irresistible majesty of an emperor. In the face of such an order, the man could no longer maintain his composure while quoting. A thin layer of cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and his throat rolled and he couldn't help but swallow his saliva.
My head is pounding like a rattle.
The man slowly stepped forward and walked into the corridor, which was darker than the hall. He could feel the burly figure behind him moving closely against his back, like a ghost that couldn't be shaken off.
The man had never felt that this passage was so scary. Because it was underground, there were no windows and the lights were out. It was so dark that he couldn't see his fingers. He couldn't see the road in front of him clearly and could only feel around the walls.
He steps like a blind man who cannot see, and like a mouse that comes to steal the landlord's surplus grain.
The man was thankful that the man behind him who kidnapped him was not as irritable as ordinary gangsters. Instead, he patiently followed his slow footsteps, but the broad hunting knife was always placed across his shoulder, as if it was weighing a thousand pounds.
He was sweating profusely and felt a heavy shackle and guillotine being placed on his neck, making him a little overwhelmed.
Originally, Caesar's attention was focused on the man in front of him, but after walking some distance, he found that the man was quite honest.
He had been monitoring the man's heartbeat with a katanita, and found that since Dick Tudo was placed on the man's neck, his heartbeat had been at a very high-frequency speed. This showed that the man was quite nervous, with adrenaline soaring, and his body's
Instinct cannot deceive people, so men are indeed puppets brought to the stage by the people behind the scenes. If this kind of guy is the big boss behind the scenes, it will be too easy to pass this level.
And when Caesar thought about whether this auction was related to the Sheqiba family, he suddenly froze, his steps suddenly stopped, and a chill went straight from his back to Tianling Gai.
The entrance to the corridor that he and the man were passing through was located on the side of the venue. It was very hidden. There were several passages from the venue hall to the backstage. Caesar found this place through Kamitachi. Before entering the passage, he tried to listen.
Listening to the movement in the passage, you can only hear the noise from the hall echoing here, which means that there was no one here originally.
But when Caesar released Kamitachi again and focused on the road ahead, he suddenly heard a heartbeat!
Not only the heartbeat, but also the sound of long, slow and regular breathing, so weak that it can be ignored!
That must be a person who has received strict training. He knows how to hide himself in a dark environment. The frequency of each call is accurate to the minute. If he didn't have a word spirit similar to Kama Itachi, he would be able to hide himself in the absolute darkness.
Under such circumstances, even if this person is standing in front of you, you won't be able to notice it!
That person was standing not far in front of him, and the man in front of him would almost be touching him if he took just two steps!
Caesar looked sideways. In the dark corner, there seemed to be a straight shadow standing quietly. An extremely excellent predator was waiting for an opportunity. There was a majestic murderous aura around him, waiting for the prey to arrive.
The moment his mouth opens, his ferocious fangs appear, and he will kill with one strike!
A sneer appeared at the corner of Caesar's mouth. It's not clear who is the prey and who is the hunter!
After a moment's pause, Caesar sped up to catch up with the man. He quietly turned Dictado, who was pressing on the man's shoulder, with one side of the blade facing the ambush figure hiding in the darkness.
However, Caesar obviously still underestimated this man's vigilance and reaction ability. This was a tactical expert with great practical experience and a top beast hunter. In front of such a person, even if he paused for just a moment, he would
Become a fatal flaw!
Suddenly a sword was unsheathed in the darkness, and the black shadow hidden in the darkness suddenly moved, and Caesar also moved.
The two of them took action almost at the same time, and at the moment when the murderous intention was revealed, the cold wind cut their faces...but it was the middle-aged man's face that was cut.
He was caught between two piercing killing intents, like an ant caught in two opposing raging currents. The overwhelming coldness almost suffocated him, and the oncoming strong wind almost tore him apart.
Huge fear enveloped the man, making him instinctively want to scream, but was suppressed by his remaining reason, because he understood that in this case, he only had to dare to scream to stimulate the two killers.
Such a character is definitely destined to die.
So he bit the tip of his tongue fiercely, and his scream turned into a whimper, like a dying dog.
Caesar barely held back his hand. Dictado swung out a powerful and heavy slash. He could clearly feel the blade of the hunting knife striking a hard metal strip, and the metal was sharp and sharp.
The stinging pain stung the eardrums, and fine sparks scattered everywhere, like flowers bursting out of the iron tree.
The huge reaction force caused Caesar's wrist to shake suddenly, and the jaw was so painful that Caesar was shocked.
He could feel that the opponent was probably holding a weapon similar to a Japanese long sword. This kind of weapon was superior in sharpness, but in fact, it did not have an advantage in head-to-head confrontations at close range.
But Caesar's Dictado is an unparalleled hunting knife. The advantage of a hunting knife is its strength. His swing of the knife is said to be "cutting", but in fact, "cutting" is more appropriate. Caesar struck with all his strength.
It can chop even hard rocks into pieces.
But Caesar felt as if he had struck an iron plate. He almost never fell into a disadvantage in the first move of a close combat, and even the situation of evenly matched was minimal. But facing such an opponent holding a Japanese sword, he was unprecedented.
Even though he tried his best, he still couldn't defeat the opponent's moves. This shows that if the advantages and disadvantages of weapons are put aside, wouldn't the opponent still be superior to himself in a pure strength competition?
Without giving Caesar time to think, the opponent's second sword was slashed out after a short period of energy accumulation.
What a sharp sword skill, the sound of the wind was cut away with a sharp scream. Caesar was surprised to find that not only the strength, but also the speed and reaction ability of the opponent were half as good as him?
Caesar quickly raised Dictado to block the sharp blade, but to his surprise, the sharp sound of the wind turned to a different pitch, and the arc of the opponent's blade slid through a strange arc, and actually avoided Dictado.
Cut off.
The opponent's blow no longer poses a threat to Caesar, but Caesar's Dictado did not change its trajectory. There is no doubt that it will land on the opponent's shoulder. Even if the opponent is made of copper and iron, the power of this sword is at least
It can crush the opponent's entire shoulder.
But the next moment Caesar realized that the opponent's knife was not coming towards him at all. The end point of the sharp blade was the middle-aged man he was holding hostage!
Hell, this guy is ridiculously strong and ferocious, and the connection between attacks requires no reaction time at all. His precise intuition and excellent instincts are like a beast!
Caesar was confident that he could seriously injure the opponent with one blow, but the opponent's blow could kill the middle-aged man directly!
Is it possible that this person is the boss hiding behind the scenes? So from the beginning, his target was not himself, but the middle-aged man in front of him? Is it possible that they are not in the same group?
Or is this to kill people and silence them?
What a vicious guy!
Of course, Caesar couldn't let the other side succeed. He swung Dictado and suddenly retracted the knife in an instant. He grabbed the man's back collar with that irremovable force and pulled him down violently. The sharp blade rubbed the man.
As his head passed by, Caesar raised the short-barreled shotgun in his left hand and used the metal tip to block the opponent's cutting blade.
With a "click", the metal barrel of the gun was cut off instantly by the knife, but this also bought Caesar a brief opportunity. He pulled the man and retreated quickly, knocked the man unconscious with the remaining part of the shotgun and threw him against the wall.
side.
After getting rid of the burden, Caesar silently confronts the darkness, and then comes the duel between men.
Caesar touched the flat cut surface of the shotgun muzzle. The metal seemed to have been polished and smooth, which meant that the force and speed of the opponent's swing must be as fast as a tornado passing through.
He was a little excited for the first time. He hadn't encountered such a well-matched opponent for a long time. He felt that the blood in his body was starting to heat up. However, he had an illusion that the guy opposite seemed to give him a familiar yet unfamiliar feeling...
Like an old rival suddenly reunited.
The other party still didn't give him time to think. Caesar heard the man suddenly take a deep breath, which was a sign of launching an attack. Caesar decided to strike first.
The shotgun in his left hand was raised immediately, and then he pulled the trigger. There was a loud roar, and the bright firelight illuminated the black screen in front of him for an instant, but did not illuminate any figure.
The other party disappeared suddenly, and more than a dozen lead bullets missed. Some were shot deeper into the passage, and some hit the hard wall and bounced. Caesar ignored these chaotic sounds and used his sickle to capture the figure of the man. He
Suddenly he raised his head.
The sound of wind came from above the head, and the air was torn apart. The man had a ghostly speed, like an afterimage falling from the sky carrying a wind blade.
But in the realm of "Kama Weasel", speed is useless. The greater the air fluctuations caused by the opponent, the clearer the perception that falls in Caesar's mind.
The soldiers met in close contact, but there was a roar like a bomb exploding. The fire was swept away by the crazy air current. This time Caesar saw the opponent's knife clearly. The slender blade was black. Caesar was stunned... He had the impression that he had a black blade.
There are not many Japanese swords.
Both sides were shaken back by this astonishing confrontation. After the man landed, he quickly rushed towards Caesar. Caesar squatted down slightly and lowered his center of gravity. He slammed the shotgun in his left hand forward, feinting, and Dick in his right hand pushed forward.
The knife was drawn from the waist, swinging it in a perfect arc like an axe, and slashing at the oncoming figure with the strength of the entire upper body.
This was originally a trick he used to deal with Chu Zihang's thirteen consecutive chops. If he used a heavier and more ferocious chopping technique than the opponent, the opponent would be unable to remove the force and be shocked back. Chu Zihang's tree-cutting technique
The normal high-speed continuous slashing was forced to be interrupted.
As expected, the man was shocked by Caesar and took two steps back, but Caesar almost threw Dick away. The extremely high temperature began to spread from the blade of the knife, and in a short time, the handle of the knife was also heated until it was unbearably hot.
It's like being soaked in boiling water.
Caesar looked up and was shocked to find that in the thick darkness, the opponent's blade was actually a faint crimson color. The knife had been heated to an astonishingly high temperature, which was equivalent to the man holding a branded iron.
strip!
Powerful fighting power, calm judgment, black Japanese sword, the ability to change temperature... That's right, there can't be another person in this world!
Caesar was still in shock, when the man's blade slashed his throat with the high temperature again. Caesar shouted: "Chu Zihang!"
It can be seen that the figure hesitated for a moment, and the blade deflected into the back of the blade and slapped Caesar's chest. Caesar half-shocked and half-angry raised Dick to block, even if the opponent had restrained his strength and murderous intent, this tempering
If the knife really hit me on the chest, at least a layer of my skin would be burned off!
"Didn't you recognize me when I called your name? Why did you suddenly become so strong? Do you want to kill me, bastard!" Caesar roared.
"There are so many sword masters in Japan, how can I be sure it's you?" Chu Zihang emerged from the darkness, "And you appeared with another man. Lu Mingfei has been caught. You are in Japan
I probably don’t have many acquaintances anymore.”
"You must have been at the venue just now, right? I've been sitting in the front row, so it should be easy to find me in the crowd, right?" Caesar asked with a confident tone.
The president of the student union should be so confident. He has a tall figure, a handsome face and striking blond hair. He is always the most conspicuous one in the crowd. Even if people glance at thousands of people, they will subconsciously notice Kai.
Caesar, the cadres of the student union all said that anyone standing next to Caesar would be surrounded by stars and a blazing sun.
"With all due respect, you look just like those bad boys with blond hair now." Chu Zihang said honestly.
Caesar was stunned for a moment. He thought of his now shabby appearance, and also thought that there were many bad boys here with blond hair and wearing leather jackets. Caesar was a little depressed for no reason. It turned out that the widely loved president of the student union turned into a blond boy after his downfall.
A bad boy?
"Now is not the time to be depressed about losing your image." Chu Zihang patted Caesar's shoulder and said in a serious tone, "The situation here is very wrong, it's too weird, so many gangs have gathered here, the Sheqi Eight Family
How could you not notice this?"
"Perhaps all their elites died in the battle on the sea? The corpse guards and the dragon were really scary at that time. I thought we were going to end up at the bottom of the sea." Caesar said with lingering fear.
"I believe the others are dead. Do you think the elephant turtle will die in that place?" Chu Zihang's eyes were looking somewhere in the darkness.
"You're right, it's very strange." Caesar nodded and suddenly looked at Chu Zihang, "Are you being sentimental? Can you be sentimental too?"
Chu Zihang ignored Caesar's teasing and turned around and walked deeper into the passage.
Caesar also stood up and walked some distance away. Suddenly he seemed to remember something and turned back to pick up a fainting middle-aged man from the corner and put it on his shoulders.