Chapter 11 Section 1

On the streets of Tokyo, which are always full of vitality, the words "continuous flow" suddenly evaporated. For a moment, all the people in this city were silent. Hundreds of thousands of people stood in the street blankly, looking up at the unbelievable news footage. In the next instant, everyone picked up their mobile phones, and the surroundings fell into a frenzy of message confirmation. Even Shangguan Wuyan couldn't help but shudder. —What a huge madness this is. "Such a ridiculous thing happened, it seems that this place will soon become the first battlefield of the World War." Shangguan let out a sigh of relief and said, "Why don't you take me to your boss?"

He is no different. Because in front of his eyes stood a legend that was even more attractive than World War III. "Instead of worrying about things that haven't happened, why not think about how to survive the next second." He lowered his head and said coldly: "Compared to me who can do whatever I want on the street, you can fight at will with your hands and feet bound. ?" "Crazy." Shangguan sneered, "I'm not a hypocrite." "very good." ? Shangguan just blinked, and He's breath completely disappeared. Before He disappeared, he cut off the time conveniently.

Shangguan smelled a cold metallic smell. hum... A carefully crafted steel throwing knife came to the tip of his nose, but Shangguan's eyes were still searching for the owner of the throwing knife in the vast crowd.It wasn't until the tip of the flying knife almost touched the skin that Shangguan slightly bent his knees and turned sideways to avoid it. wipe. "..." Shangguan felt a tingling pain on the tip of his nose, and a bloody moist feeling. You thought you could dodge with ease, but you were still injured? "Twice." Shangguan narrowed his eyes. There was a towering and swaying black shadow behind, and then there was a loud bang, and there were hysterical screams from passers-by around.It turned out that the throwing knife pierced into the face of the fat woman behind Shangguan just now, directly piercing her head, causing a burst of noise.

Seeing this horrific scene alive, you can scream as loudly as you can. He's aura disappeared from the crowd who were frantically talking on their cell phones and discussing the news. "Tokyo's number one knife thrower turned out to be a sissy assassin. Very good. Very good." Shangguan muttered to himself, his chest couldn't help getting slightly hot. He has always had excellent observation skills and an inexplicable sixth sense, and he knows all kinds of subtle movements within a hundred meters around him.He couldn't feel He's aura at this time, and he must have retreated to a farther place.

"In a normal fighting style, it should be judged that you have escaped." Shangguan touched his stinging nose and looked left and right: "But in a knife-throwing duel, this distance is just right." ! A cold light came from the left side of the street, passing through the cracks of countless screaming pedestrians. Time seems to be a huge ball stuck between the solid stone pillars, unable to move. Han Mang passed by a middle-aged man who was confirming text messages on his mobile phone, leaving thin marks on the screen of the mobile phone. Han Mang passed between two screaming office workers, shaved one's left eyebrow, and cut the other's pink earring.

Han Mang passed by a high school girl holding an ice cream cone, and the moment she stuck out her tongue full of anticipation, a flying knife passed through the gap between the tip of her tongue and the frost. Balloons, hairpins, umbrellas, lips and teeth, library books, glasses, ears, false eyelashes... With precise calculations and strong self-confidence, under the cover of everyone's panicked movements and screams, He's deadly throwing knife kills silently! The only thing standing outside the destroyed time gear is Shangguan's sharp pupils. Shangguan, when the flying knife came within a hundred meters of him, he felt its presence.

"..." Shangguan took a deep breath. Everyone's habits of using weapons are different.These habits do not refer to the number of martial arts masters of the warriors, but the inertia, hobbies, and even innocuous small movements that the warriors inadvertently reveal when operating weapons.These habits reveal the warrior's subconscious and explicit personality. Flying knife is no exception. However, even if they can win, almost no one can study how the opponent uses throwing knives in actual combat-the reason is obvious: throwing knives are very dangerous, and the outcome is a matter of life and death.

In this modern society where firearms are used as standard equipment, it has become increasingly difficult to meet masters who also use throwing knives, and beautiful duels with flying knives are almost invisible.A good enemy is hard to find, Shangguan paid attention, and wanted to turn his face to admire the trajectory of the flying knife when it was closest to him, but unexpectedly, the flying knife suddenly accelerated its terminal speed when it was approaching, and its murderous aura surged. "Good tail strength!" Shangguan's two fingers gripped the tip of the knife forcefully, and the strong vibration of the blade gave off a low-pitched cry.

Almost at the same time, Shangguan swung back the two fingers holding the flying knife, and there was a golden sound in the air. "it is good!" Shangguan looked at another flying knife that arrived at the same time, dangling weakly in mid-air, reaching out to catch it again. It turned out that the third throwing knife that almost broke through Shangguan's "sixth sense radar", under the cover of the second throwing knife, completely eliminated the time difference, and quietly came to Shangguan's back waist. Backhand slashing with a flying knife, he hit the spot a long time ago.

Only then did Shangguan see clearly. Both knives are engraved with the word "He". "Carve your own name on the knife? Such a stingy move, obviously very determined to make a name for yourself." Shangguan smiled.But after doing these two strokes in a row, the phalanx felt a little painful. Two hundred meters?Three hundred meters?Or farther and farther? Very powerful aim, very terrifying strength, to be able to soar such a knife from such a far place. "Compared to the accuracy of your head, the strength of your feet to run straight away is even more remarkable." Shangguan said indifferently to the direction of the flying knife, "You are also very smart... After just talking to me a few words, you realize that you are fighting me hand to hand, There is absolutely no chance of winning if you fight with real fists and feet."

Shangguan couldn't help but get excited. There are no explosives for the countdown, no companions waiting to be rescued, and no girls who are dying. Yes, it's just a life-and-death battle. If you can't enjoy it like this, how can you be called the god of death? "Just hunt each other according to the way you are good at." Shangguan Wuyan narrowed his eyes and disappeared into the crowd.