I saw that the entire wall behind Muto Hiroyuki was covered with cracks as dense as a spider web.
This is a solid reinforced concrete wall. Ordinary people cannot break it open even with a hammer, unless they use special demolition equipment.
but now.
This wall is cracked! "Gulu——" The people around him swallowed hard, and some couldn't believe their eyes.
"Ahem, cough, cough..." Hiroyuki Muto kept coughing, his face even more pale, and he looked at Tang Ming in confusion.
What a strong sword spirit.
His sword intention was completely powerless, and even the moment he faced the sharp sword intention, he felt the smell of death.
"Who is your Excellency?"
Hiroyuki Muto asked coldly.
"You don't need to care who I am. If you beat my classmate seriously, it's fair to me. I will destroy your cultivation today."
Tang Ming spoke calmly.
He didn't use his sword power anymore, but strolled over.
There are too many people here, and using cultivators' methods to spread the word will have too many impacts.
"Muto, can you do it?"
Mitsui Narumi frowned and asked.
Muto nodded, his face became solemn, he held the handle of the sword with both hands, spread his legs and slowly squatted down, raised the Japanese sword high, and placed the blade sideways on his shoulder.
He even closed his eyes.
The moment he closed his eyes, a strong and crazy sword intent was quietly released.
The intention of the sword is pure, and the sword can be combined into one.
A strong wind suddenly rose around Muto Hiroyuki. The strong wind roared and blew the loose samurai robes with a hunting sound.
next moment.
He suddenly opened his eyes, his gaze as sharp as a sword.
"cut!"
He shouted loudly, his voice was like thunder.
The Japanese sword passed by, like lightning tearing through the void, and the white sword light flashed with extreme chill.
"Crack!"
"Crack!"
"Crack..." Pieces of stone bricks on the ground broke, and a ten-meter-long gap appeared on the ground. The fracture was extremely smooth.
Within a distance of ten meters, coffee tables, wine tables, sofas and other objects were all cut in half.
The knife's intent is sharp and its killing intent is strong.
Hiroyuki Muto stared straight ahead. When he saw the sword intent piercing Tang Ming's body, cutting off the killing blow behind him, he breathed a sigh of relief.
But soon.
"wrong!"
Hiroyuki Muto was suddenly shocked.
There was no blood splattering! The knife passed through him, but there was no injury to the Chinese man.
"Don't know what to fear!"
"The intention of the sword is quite strong, but it's a pity that your Japanese sword-drawing technique secretly imitated our Chinese Tang Dynasty's sword-drawing technique, and you only learned the superficial knowledge without knowing the essence."
"Are you worthy of showing off your power in China?"
Tang Ming's cold voice sounded.
The sound was still ten meters away a second ago.
The next second.
Hiroyuki Muto felt his eyes blur as Tang Ming appeared in front of him at some point and reached out to grab his throat.
"Go away!"
Hiroyuki Muto struck him with a backhand slash.
With a bang, the sharp Japanese sword fell into Tang Ming's hand and was caught between his two fingers.
Hiroyuki Muto's cold eyes narrowed, and he wanted to turn the handle of the knife and cut off the opponent's fingers, but when he exerted force, he found that the Japanese sword in his hand had already lost control.
That Chinese guy.
With just two fingers, he held the tip of the knife and had complete control over the Japanese knife.
"I'm going to see this guy take the sword with his bare hands!"
The people watching the excitement around felt their scalps numb for a while.
The plot that only appeared in the movie was now witnessed by them with their own eyes.
"Is this still a human? He caught the knife with two fingers."
"This kind of Japanese sword is an imitation of the Tang Dynasty sword. It is extremely sharp."
"By the way, who is this person?"
"Is he a master from Shaolin Temple?"
"What age is it? It's still Shaolin Temple..." People around were talking about it.
Obviously, everyone was shocked by the scene in front of them.
Tang Ming didn't care about other people's opinions. His eyes were very calm from beginning to end, without any disturbance.
His hands shook.
"Clang--" The Japanese sword broke inch by inch.
Muto Hiroyuki's expression changed dramatically, and with a cruel heart, he let go of the handle of the knife, pulled out a dagger from his arms with his backhand, and took advantage of the situation to stab Tang Ming in the stomach.
The cold light flashed and blood splashed everywhere.
Hiroyuki Muto froze and stared blankly at his bleeding hands. Two Japanese sword fragments penetrated straight into his hands and severed the tendons in his hands.
"You beat three of my brothers."
"Then today I will cripple your muscles and muscles and cut off your arms and legs. It is only natural and right."
Tang Ming flicked his finger, and two more Japanese sword fragments shot out.
Puff! Puff! The Japanese sword fragments burst into Muto Hiroyuki's legs. The fragments were full of energy and extremely sharp. They cut off the hamstrings and leg joints in an instant.
This kind of injury cannot be repaired even with the most advanced medical equipment available.
Before it was over, Tang Ming punched out with his extended hand, protruding the phalanx of his middle finger, and hit Muto Hiroyuki's Dantian Qi area with the punch.
Bang.
The dark energy bursts out and enters the opponent's body to cause wanton destruction.
“Pfft——” “Ah!”
Hiroyuki Muto spurted out a large mouthful of blood, cracked his bloody teeth, and let out a shrill scream.
The injuries to both arms and legs were serious, but the pain was less than one-tenth of the pain in the body.
The dark energy wreaks havoc in the internal organs, just like a sharp knife scratching the intestines and stomach. This kind of pain is inhuman! "Ah!"
Hiroyuki Muto was paralyzed on the ground, his whole body twitching in pain and his cheeks twisted.
Tang Ming strolled over and stared down at the Japanese man. His cold eyes contained no emotion at all, but only endless indifference.
It was this person who broke Zhang Heng's leg bones and left a dark force in Zhang Heng's body.
If he hadn't taken action, Zhang Heng's life would have been completely ruined.
"The debt for beating my brother has been paid off, so we should settle another debt."
Tang Ming bowed and grabbed Hiroyuki Muto's hair.
Pull it up.
He pressed the back of his head and knocked hard towards the edge of the wine cabinet.
"Bang——" The thick crystal glass bar suddenly shattered.
Muto wailed loudly, his mouth full of blood and all his teeth were broken and fell out. There were even a few bloody teeth that he swallowed before he could spit them out.
Tang Ming looked calm, grabbed the other person's hair, and knocked it down hard again.
Bah! Bah! Bah!... dull sounds sounded one after another.
The entire nightclub was completely silent.
Everyone, including Mitsui Narumi, had their eyelids racing and their hearts trembling with fear.
So cruel! So cruel! Everyone looked at the expressionless figure in front of them and felt cold all over.
"Bang——" Tang Ming pulled the other party and knocked hard.
The heavy bar counter could no longer withstand the force and collapsed, leaving bloody glass fragments covering Muto's entire face.
"Hand over the things."
Tang Ming spoke calmly.
Hiroyuki Muto's heart froze, and he looked at his pocket in despair.
Tang Ming grabbed the soft mud-like Muto, threw it on the sofa, and then turned through the pockets of the opponent's samurai robe.
Then.
He took out a bunch of green and yellow jade pendants. The jade pendants were pure in quality and had some age in color. They were strung together with a brown braided rope.