Tang Ming looked at Mitsui Narumi and said calmly: "I know that the man with the crescent-shaped birthmark is a member of the Mitsui family."
"Tell me where he is and I'll leave right away."
"Otherwise, your end will be uncomfortable."
The words are understated, but filled with an ultimate sense of awe.
When Mitsui Narumi heard this, there was no trace of fear on his face. Instead, he changed his posture, crossed his legs, and looked at Tang Ming with interest.
"Are you a Chinese warrior?"
"Or a Qi Refiner?"
Mitsui Narumi smiled lightly and said: "Asada is also a high-level warrior of Fuso. So, you should be the legendary Chinese Qi practitioner."
"Although I don't know how China regulates cultivators."
"But I guess, just like Fusang, the secular dynasty forces do not allow cultivators to get involved in secular disputes."
"You destroyed my subordinates in public, so you are not afraid that the Chinese official will come to your door?"
Mitsui Narumi asked leisurely.
"Since I dare to come, I'm naturally not afraid."
Tang Ming said indifferently: "If you, a practitioner from Mitsui, take action against my classmate, doesn't that count as breaking the rules?"
Mitsui Narumi narrowed his cold eyes, paused, and said, "Which sect in China are you from?"
"There is no sect, just a casual cultivator."
Tang Ming suddenly frowned, and then there was a hint of amusement at the corner of his mouth.
"You're talking nonsense to me just to ask for help, right?"
"Well, instead of asking me to find it myself, it's better to let the rightful owner do it himself."
"You secretly crushed the distress signal and set up a crude formation. The formation can only contact assistance within a kilometer radius."
"I hope you can call the person I want here, otherwise, you will end up very miserable."
Tang Ming's tone was calm.
Mitsui Narumi froze, and his right hand hidden behind his back had already crushed a piece of jade into pieces.
This is a unique contact method for direct descendants of the Mitsui family. If you encounter danger, crush it, and guardians within a kilometer will come to rescue you.
But the problem is.
This method of contact is very strange, but this Chinese young man can reveal the mystery with one word! "Who are you?"
Mitsui Narumi's expression darkened.
Tang Ming did not speak, but turned his head and looked behind him.
Here it comes! Bang bang bang! The door of the originally crowded nightclub suddenly burst open, and many people around who were about to run out were directly blown away by this powerful force and fell to the ground like dumplings.
A man walked slowly from the broken door.
A pure Japanese man.
He had a bun tied on top of his head, a black beard under his nose, and wore a loose black warrior robe, with a slender Japanese sword at his waist.
This man's eyes were sharp and evil, especially the crescent-shaped birthmark on his right cheek, which made him look even more ferocious.
"Master Mitsui."
Hiroyuki Muto did not look at Tang Ming, nor at the tragic situation of Asada and others.
He walked over expressionlessly and came to Mitsui Narumi. Although his back was to Tang Ming, the handle of the Japanese sword at his waist was facing Tang Ming intentionally or unintentionally.
A powerful sword intent locked it.
"Muto, this is the trouble you caused."
Mitsui Narumi relayed Asada's words and said with some dissatisfaction: "You are an elite trained by my brother, why are you so careless in doing things?"
"Next time you encounter something like this, remember to behead it and eradicate it."
"In Chinese terms, if you cut the grass without eradicating the root, there will be endless troubles. You see, people are coming to threaten me now."
Mitsui Narumi complained endlessly.
Hiroyuki Muto nodded expressionlessly, looking deeply at Mitsui Narumi with disgust.
However, remembering that this was the master's relative, he still apologized: "I'm sorry, Master Mitsui. It was my mistake that caused you to be frightened."
"Things like this will never happen again."
"I'll take care of it."
A smile appeared on Mitsui Narumi's face: "Very good, but this Chinese guy offended me, so I have to vent my anger.
Said.
Mitsui Narumi suddenly bowed, took off the dog leash from the pit bull's neck, and placed it on the glass table.
The heavy dog leash made of pure gold made a muffled sound when it was put down.
"This guy scares me."
"It ruined my good mood even more. You beat him to pieces and then put him on a leash!"
Mitsui Narumi's face became extremely ferocious: "I'm tired of raising dogs, I want to try and raise this Chinese man as a dog!"
"good."
Hiroyuki Muto nodded.
Then he turned around and stared at Tang Ming expressionlessly, as if he were looking at a dead person.
No one spoke.
The scene was extremely tense and tense.
suddenly.
"Clang——" The sound of friction between gold and stone was heard.
Muto Hiroyuki didn't see any movement, and the Japanese sword from his waist was suddenly pulled out. There was a chilling light on the sword, which made the people watching around trembled and lowered their heads, not daring to look directly.
Japanese sword.
This is the sword intention! The sharp sword intention suddenly burst out, and the sound of gold and stone sounded again in the field.
In the dark nightclub, two flashes of light suddenly burst out.
The crescent-shaped sword cracked the floor tiles, and it slashed towards Tang Ming with extreme murderous intent. However, the figure of the guest Hiroyuki Muto remained motionless on the spot.
Swish! Swish! The sword light strikes.
Hiroyuki Muto had no expression on his face. The moment he drew the sword, he put the Japanese sword back into its sheath.
Mitsui Narumi stared ahead with excitement on his face. He picked up the dog leash with excitement, preparing to wait for the Chinese to be defeated and put the dog leash on the opponent's head.
But the next moment.
Boom! Before the two swords fell, they suddenly exploded in mid-air. The sharp blade fragments fell on the ground, splitting the smooth floor tiles into pieces.
"Um?"
Hiroyuki Muto was stunned for a moment. This was the first time he showed a surprised expression since he came over.
He practiced the art of sword drawing, which focused on cultivating the intention of the sword to kill with one strike. Although he did not use all his strength before, it was enough to destroy the Qi Refiner at the fifth level of Qi Refining.
but now.
The sword light collapsed before it could hit the target! "The sword-drawing technique?"
"You Japanese people are really pitiful. You secretly learned the Chinese swordsmanship. Not only did you not learn how to use it, but you also modified it in a mess."
"Rubbish!"
Tang Ming sneered and pointed forward with his hand.
Zheng! The clear sound of the sword sounded.
"You are a swordsman!"
Muto Hiroyuki's expression changed slightly, he spread his legs apart, lowered his body, held the handle of the knife again with his right hand, and gave it a fierce draw.
The knife is out of its sheath, and the murderous intention is strong.
Drawing the sword technique! Muto Hiroyuki struck out with a sword, his eyes as sharp as a falcon erupted with fierce light, and he struck with several more swords with his backhand.
at the same time.
He stepped forward and slid sideways. The slender and sharp Japanese sword was filled with coldness and slashed at Tang Ming's arms.
Whoa! The sword intention and the sword intention collided suddenly.
"not good!"
Hiroyuki Muto's expression changed drastically, and he suddenly changed his moves. He quickly retracted the Japanese sword from the chopping position, and held it horizontally in front of him in a defensive posture.
The sword intent strikes.
The sword intention was directly split into nothingness, and the aftermath of the fierce sword attack came towards him.
"Stop it!!"
Hiroyuki Muto shouted angrily.
Boom! A terrifying force struck him, and he flew backwards and hit the wall ten meters away!