Back in time a few minutes ago, the shrine of the Sheki Hachi Family was located on a hill. The shrine's trail was on the side away from the city, and on the other side of the mountain close to Tokyo was a not-so-busy residential area.
Jingguang played with the lighter in his hand boredly. His previous outrageous actions had brought him some trouble. He was fined half a year's salary. He couldn't attend this party and could only come to visit.
The commissioners of the Kanto branch are all codenamed after famous swords in history, and as mentioned before, most of them have some quirks. For example, Akechi Asuya, who became the head of the branch just after graduation, likes dissection and spends most of his salary.
They all used it to buy illegal corpses and surgical equipment.
What Jingguang likes is arson. When he sees the flames spreading and burning everything, it always gives this yellow-haired high school dropout a sense of orgasmic pleasure.
However, there are many people like him in the Kanto branch. Jingguang's partner Kotetsu is a violent maniac who likes to cut corpses into pieces. He enjoys the pleasure of slashing the enemy's flesh and blood everywhere. This makes the two people not get along well.
Because corpses turned into pulp are less flammable.
Amid the sound of the lighter opening and closing in his hand, a van stopped in front of Jingguang. Jingguang raised his head and saw a man getting out of the car, wearing only a loincloth.
The man's face bears red scars from burns, covering most of his face, like a monster stretching its body wantonly on his face. He has a pair of glasses on the bridge of his nose, making him look a bit bookish.
His body is like a giant bear among the men of the island country, with strong muscles hidden under the fat, and his triangular figure brings a terrifying pressure to others.
But Jing Guang sneered indifferently: "Ha, isn't this the kid from before? Why, do you want to play sumo wrestling with me?"
As he spoke, Jingguang moved his body, stretched his legs, and made a motion of stepping on the ground.
Eguchi Kaoru looked at the yellow hair moving in front of him and said nothing. He raised his hands in a punching posture.
"Oh, instead of sumo wrestling, do you want to play boxing?" Jing Guang said shaking his head, putting his hands in his pockets and saying provocatively: "Come on then."
Eguchi Kaoru stepped forward and hit Jingguang's chin with a tightly clenched iron fist from bottom to top. However, the opponent dodged it and hit Eguchi Kaoru with a backhand punch in the stomach. Eguchi Kaoru staggered and then came out again.
Punch the opponent in front of you.
The cadres of the Eguchi group stood aside holding flags with the group's emblem. A flag with the word "revenge" was flying and was held in the hands of two or three people. They were watching the battle.
Commissioners from the eight Sheqi families were attracted, and men in black with loaded guns surrounded the cadres of the Jiangkou group. They were on guard, waiting for orders from above to be heard before pulling the trigger.
Jingguang in the center of the encirclement felt more and more uncomfortable. The physical strength of the opponent in front of him seemed to be too high. He had been hit dozens of times by himself, but he could still stand here and fight him. Moreover, the feeling of hitting the opponent with his fist was not right.
, like smashing a wall.
Looking at the commissioners who gathered around him, Jing Guang instinctively felt impatient. If he, the elite of the Guandong Branch, could not defeat an ordinary person, he would inevitably have to cut off his fingers to apologize later.
Jing Guang's eyes turned golden during the battle, and the surrounding air became hot. Compared with his colleagues, he was not good at physical combat, and the foundation of his life was his spirit of speech, Flowing Fire.
This Word Spirit is the lower-level Word Spirit of Word Spirit Chi. Compared with Chi, which can create a large-scale flame, Flowing Fire is much weaker. The flames it summons are like fireflies in summer, but the scary thing is that there are so many of them.
In the eyes of the surrounding commissioners who were about to go crazy, dense flames filled the battlefield between the two men, flying irregularly like fireflies and hitting Eguchi Kaoru's body.
"Jingguang, are you crazy? Use the spirit of speech here!" The peripheral commissioners did not care so much and immediately took action, holding down the cadres of the Jiangkou group and rushing towards the place where the two men were fighting.
As the flames flew randomly, the weeds that had just grown on the mountain road next to it were ignited. The flames spread in the early spring breeze, and Jiangguchi Xun was engulfed by the flames and turned into a moving torch.
Jing Guang's eyes flashed with hatred. He hated the ordinary person in front of him for making him lose his composure. The golden light in his eyes gradually disappeared. Jing Guang gasped, but he saw the human-shaped torch in front of him moving.
A clenched fist filled with flames hit the bridge of Jing Guang's nose. The sound of bones breaking was heard. Jing Guang shook a few times and fell to the ground. Blood and teeth flowed from the corners of his mouth.
And the commissioners who came over all saw the knight with scars and blisters after Eguchi Kaoru was burned by the flames.
Akechi Asaya, the head of the Kanto branch, walked past Eguchi Kaoru who was standing there and looked at Kagemitsu who was knocked down on the ground. He struggled to get up, knelt on the ground, and pulled out the short sword from his waist.
Jingguang committed a crime by using the spirit of speech under the family shrine to light the trees on the mountain and disturb the family gathering, and this crime can only be repaid with blood.
He raised the knife and dropped it, a flash of silver light flashed, Jing Guang's ring finger was cut off by himself, but something happened faster than his apology, the shrine on the mountain made a loud noise, and flames shot into the sky.
Everyone was stunned, and all their eyes turned to Jing Guang, who was kneeling on the ground. A cold light flashed, and Jing Guang's head was cut off by his superior himself.
"Leave a few people to look after them, while the others follow me up the mountain." Akechi Asiya ordered, and suddenly the men in black at the bottom of the mountain surged up like a tide, with swords drawn out, guns loaded, and they ran towards the shrine.
Eguchi Kaoru sat cross-legged on the ground, his head shaking, and every muscle in his body was wailing. The tattoos he had just tattooed on his back became scattered during the battle, making him look a little more terrifying.
Seven or eight guns were pointed at Eguchi Kaoru's head, but this young man who had just turned eighteen calmly turned his head, looked at a commissioner, and asked:
“Is the Knights Row still standing?”
The commissioner wore sunglasses and had no expression on his face, but he looked down at Eguchi Kaoru's back, the figure of a knight with a big bell on his back and covered with scars. At this moment, the tattoo and Eguchi Kaoru seemed to merge into one.
The commissioner nodded, lowered the muzzle of the gun a little, turned to look at the colleague next to him, and then replied: "It's very dazzling."
"Ha...it's all lies."
Eguchi Kaoru remembered what the masked guy did to his body before the action. Ordinary people couldn't defeat the hybrids, so they could only use this cheating method to win.
Avenging your parents is righteousness.
But it is unjust to win by cheating.
But no matter what, Xia Ke Xing still stands tall!