The older warrior glanced at it and shook his head casually.
"Isn't it normal for us to have fog at night and in the morning here?"
"It would be abnormal if he didn't show up on any given day."
The older samurai didn't take it to heart at all.
"That's right."
"However, this wet feeling is too uncomfortable."
"How about we go have a drink when the mission is over?"
The young samurai also nodded, and then, with a tacit smile on his face, he lowered his voice and said to the older samurai: "I heard they got a batch of 'new goods'.
"
"They went 'hunting' again?"
"We made an appointment before and said we were together."
"Why are you acting alone again? Really."
The elderly warrior started to get excited after hearing this. Although he was complaining, his eyes were full of joy and excitement.
"Because opportunities are rare. In the past, you could 'hunt' regularly, but now it has become random and difficult to organize - those civilians really regard themselves as the masters of this country... Bah."
The young warrior spit on the ground.
"Oh, they are just a bunch of stupid people."
"There are so many missing people every year, they can't afford to make trouble."
"But it's your turn to treat me this time."
The older samurai said with great disdain.
For gentlemen like them who have a long heritage and have been masters since the Warring States Period, these commoners have never been regarded as human beings.
You must know that in the glorious days of our ancestors, these common people could be used to test knives at will. It was elegant to occasionally cook human bone tea and listen to the screams of the common people in the copper pot.
It's like now. Fortunately, the wives and daughters of common people have to restrain their hands.
It still costs money.
It really made him feel uncomfortable.
"If only I could restore the glory of my ancestors!"
The older warrior murmured softly.
Then, he suddenly found that his partner was silent.
"Why don't you speak?"
"Isn't it just a treat?"
"But before, I asked... uh!"
The older samurai turned back as he spoke.
Then, he saw a tall figure wearing a hockey mask.
His partner had been decapitated and his body fell to the ground.
A bloody knife was slashing towards him.
The older samurai held a sword in his hand and subconsciously resisted, but Jason's sword was too fast.
"ah!"
puff!
The screams stopped suddenly, and the elder warrior's head fell to the ground.
The opponent's eyes were wide open, and he refused to close his eyes.
Jason didn't even look at the other person, he just shook his hands.
The blood on the blade fell straight to the ground.
Then, he moved on to the next target.
This group of targets is less than a hundred meters away from here, but they are deaf to the sound of cutting blades, corpses falling to the ground, screams, etc.
Yes, I really can’t hear it!
【Silence Technique】!
The inheritance of Tongshou Temple plays a vital role at this time.
Coupled with the fog of [Kirigakure], it is really even more powerful for people like Jason whose 'stealth and stealth' has already surpassed the extraordinary and is basically 'invisible'.
It’s not just the body that’s gone.
There was no sound either.
Perhaps the pure [Kirigakure] fog is far less powerful than the poisonous fog.
But depending on local conditions, sometimes the foundation can exert power beyond imagination.
Just like this moment——
One group, two groups, three groups...
Shrouded in fog, these warriors died one by one.
Of course, there are those ninjas.
Compared with the armored samurai, the lightly armored ninja is easier for Jason.
Under the cover of the mist and [Silent Technique], he was able to completely eliminate a group of ninjas with just [Charge] + [Whirlwind Dance].
It's simply not too easy.
Time passed minute by minute.
The number of samurai and ninjas is rapidly decreasing.
Ten minutes later, even a fool realized something was wrong.
"Attention! Attention!"
"There's something weird about that mist!"
The leading Onmyoji shouted loudly.
"clear!"
"clear!"
The samurai and ninjas also responded one after another.
But? It’s no use.
The fog created by [Kirigakure] has already merged with the fog that naturally appears around it.
Those samurai and ninjas couldn't tell the difference even if they opened their eyes wide.
Even, in a sense, they can't see clearly at all.
Then?
The sword flashed.
The head flew up.
A group of warriors stood back to back in order to better defend against unexpected attacks.
But? When the sword flashed.
The two heads just flew up.
Thump, thump.
Both bodies fell to the ground.
A group of ninjas formed a formation carefully under the arrangement of their leader.
"Everyone, be careful."
"This is a cunning hunter..."
Looking at the formation that was quickly completed, the leading ninja was about to say something. But before he finished speaking, a thick and powerful hand pressed on his head and dragged him straight into the thick fog.
Snap.
The lead ninja's radio fell to the ground.
"what happened?"
The onmyoji asked loudly.
"Yes, yes...ah!"
A slightly stuttering voice spread through the radio, and finally ended with a scream.
With radios, everyone heard the screams.
Unconsciously? Their bodies just trembled.
Fear began to emerge from the hearts of these warriors and ninjas.
There was fear on their faces.
There is no difference from ordinary people.
It's exactly the same.
Think you ignore fear?
That's just based on when they face ordinary people with great strength.
When the gap in strength does not exist, they are the same as ordinary people.
And when their strength is far lower than the target? What they endure is the fear of ordinary people facing them.
Hunter and prey? It’s never absolute.
When they got here? Everything was already doomed.
puff!
"ah!"
Another death scream transmitted over the radio.
The remaining samurai and ninjas trembled again.
How many times has this happened?
How many people have died?
How much do we have left?
They were in the mist and thick fog. It was impossible to tell how many of their own people had died and how many were left.
And this only deepened their fear.
"Don't panic!"
"This is his plan!"
"Don't be fooled!"
The leading Onmyoji shouted loudly.
Jason, who was holding the radio, clearly heard this reminder, and the corners of his mouth behind the mask curled up.
Just like what the other party said, he was creating panic.
Although he never paid attention to these samurai and ninjas, even if they were faced with hard steel, they could easily win, but Jason did not forget about the eleven Onmyoji.
He knew very well that these warriors and ninjas were just 'baits'.
The bait to lure him into appearing.
A bait to delay his actions.
The real killer move is the eleven Onmyoji.
Standing in the shadows, Jason's eyes passed over the few remaining warriors and ninja queens, and his eyes began to lock on the eleven onmyoji. Then, he took a deep breath.
The smell of ‘food’.
Although it is not rich enough, it is enough.
These Onmyojis carry at least one or two items that can be called 'food', but many, like the leader, carries four items that can be called 'food'.
This made Jason salivate.
He wanted to taste it.
Definitely, it’s delicious!
The thoughts in my heart are like the essence, revealed through the eyes.
The hair on the hair of the eleven Onmyoji, especially the leader, stood on end.
Danger!
Their perception, far beyond ordinary people's imagination, made them aware of a trace of uneasiness.
Depressed!
Can't breathe!
The leading onmyoji looked to the side, and more than ten onmyojis around him looked at their leader at the same time.
After the eleven people exchanged glances, they nodded quickly.
They knew they couldn't wait any longer.
Since the initial bait didn't work, we had to resort to force.
Without any hesitation, the barrier disappeared.
Although they agreed to cooperate, at this time, the onmyoji of the Hanakaiyuan family no longer cared so much.
The three onmyojis chanted the mantra at the same time.
A cold, violent aura immediately appeared.
Then——
Three 'ghosts' with a height of 3 meters, red bodies, horns on the top of their heads and fangs as sharp as daggers, strong bodies, a skirt that looks like animal skin around their waists, and maces in their hands appeared.
.
Jason saw it once.
The taste is even more memorable.
That's the taste of spicy duck neck.
Now, three more appear.
Immediately Jason changed his original idea of beheading him directly.
He inserted the broad-bladed short-handled machete into his waist, then bowed slightly and shot it out like a sharp arrow.
"Three ghosts are enough to trap that guy."
The leading Onmyoji said confidently.
Unlike humans, it is very easy for creatures like 'ghosts' to find a person even in heavy fog.
Jason, a swordsman in name only, just relied on this cunning trick to catch them off guard.
Just find him.
Then everything will be different.
Thinking of this, the leading Onmyoji said with more confidence.
"Now prepare for the next step..."
Bang!
Bang bang!
Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by a series of muffled sounds.
The eleven Onmyoji looked at the scene in front of them in horror.
His face was filled with disbelief.
What did they see?
They saw a figure rush out of the mist, and then hit the ghost on one side hard. Then, before the remaining strength was gone, the ghost's tall body hit the ghost behind him.
' on the body, and this 'ghost' bumped into the third 'ghost'.
The huge power made the three 'ghosts' immediately turn into gourds rolling to the ground.
The body rolls.
The mace rolled.
However, the tall body quickly stopped.
It doesn't stop on its own.
Instead, a hand grabbed his ankle.
This hand seemed a bit small compared to the ankle it was grasping.
But strength and tenacity are not comparable to this ankle.
Click!
With a crisp sound, one ghost's ankle was pinched off, and immediately, the other two ghosts followed suit.
The three ankles and three calves were twisted together by Jason as if they were twisted.
Jason grabbed it with one hand, then turned to look at the eleven Onmyoji.
"continue."
Saying such words, Jason dragged the three 'ghosts' and rushed back into the mist.
It's as if nothing happened.
However, the mace rolling on the ground told the eleven Onmyoji that what they just saw was the truth.
With just one encounter, the three 'ghosts' were defeated.
Not only was he knocked down, he was also dragged into the fog.
Moreover, the whole process takes no more than two seconds.
They didn't even have time to react.
Woo!
The night wind blew by, and the eleven Onmyoji present suddenly shivered.
It’s not just the cold night air.
Their hearts are colder.
The scene just now undoubtedly told them that it would be easy for Jason to kill them.
It's like the raid just now.
What would be the result if Jason's target was not those 'ghosts', but them?
die!
Recalling the speed Jason showed when he suddenly appeared and the power he showed when he collided, this answer emerged directly in the hearts of the eleven Onmyoji.
Without any hesitation.
A series of chanting sounds appeared.
Defense formations appeared one after another.
One after another superimposed.
They didn't stop until all eleven Onmyoji felt safe.
The leading Onmyoji quietly breathed a sigh of relief.
It's not like he hasn't fought before.
Relying on the advantage of numbers, every battle he fought went smoothly.
In fact, many times he doesn't need to take action.
Just watch those samurai and ninja take action.
This time, facing the so-called 'Sword Master', he knew that it was a completely different battle than before, so he made quite a lot of preparations and made perfect preparations.
After all, there are three times more people than before.
He also brought ten onmyoji with him.
He thought it was foolproof.
But now it seems that everything is what he thinks.
Suddenly, the leading Onmyoji began to think of quitting.
only……
When I think of that patriarch.
He immediately gave up such an idea.
He didn't want his life to be worse than death.
So, we can only fight.
And, victory must be achieved.
The leading Onmyoji glanced at the Onmyoji next to him who still had fear in his eyes, and immediately straightened his back and shouted loudly: "We were just caught off guard just now. Now we have a solid defense. We have already
He is invincible. Even if he is powerful, there is no way he can break the stacked defense of eleven of us with one strike."
"besides!"
"We also have our advantages!"
"Ordinary little 'ghosts' can't do it!"
"Then we'll summon the big 'ghost'!"
"Moreover, our onmyoji is the most powerful!"
"As long as we keep our distance, we can wear him to death even if he is wasted!"
"Don't forget your past experiences!"
"Now, cheer me up!"
The leading onmyoji inspired more than ten onmyojis.
Jason heard it.
But, he doesn't care.
The flames rose in his hands, and the 'ghost' quickly became familiar with it.
The flavor of spicy duck neck appears again.
And there are still three spicy duck necks, and the happiness is three times as much as before.
90 satiety points are credited to the account.
Jason wiped his mouth and looked at the big 'ghosts' summoned by the onmyoji.
He is 10 meters tall, red with a hint of black, with gnarled muscles and a ferocious face. The mace in his hand is five meters long, and when he swings it casually, it will bring about a blast of wind that makes the scalp numb.
At this moment, this big 'ghost' was walking straight towards Jason.
"What would you smell like?"
Jason was full of expectations and had no intention of avoiding the sharp edge. He just stood there and waited.
