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Chapter 1097 The Killing Sword

"What terrifying speed! This little Japanese guy didn't even have time to react before he was torn to shreds!"

"My God, this Easterner is incredibly strong. It seems the rumors that he fought to a draw with the Pope and King Arthur are probably true."

"Hehehe, the Japanese have always been the mortal enemies of the Chinese. Now that this Chinese kid has killed the master swordsman of the Japanese Itto-ryu school, I'm afraid the Japanese in Phoenix City will start causing trouble again."

"Hmph, so what if they make a fuss? Blade isn't afraid of even the Pope and King Arthur, so why would he be afraid of a few Japanese?"

"Brother, you can't say that. The Japanese don't believe in one-on-one combat. There are so many evolved beings in Phoenix City. Even if Blade Warrior is made of iron, how many people can he withstand when they gang up on him?"

"Tch, don't forget, Blade can fly. Those Japanese can't catch him, so what can they do to him?"

"Haha, no matter what, this is probably going to be quite a show. Hehe, let's just watch..."

"A Japanese Itto-ryu (One-Sword Style) palm striker?"

The hushed discussions of the onlookers in the distance kept reaching Qin Zhong's ears. He couldn't help but smile coldly. Some people just didn't understand that when the gap in strength becomes too great, numbers can no longer make up for this abyss-like gap.

If the Japanese devils in Phoenix City know better than to provoke him, he'll be fine. But if they dare to mess with him, he won't hesitate to unleash a bloodbath.

"Huh? There are actually people who aren't afraid of death?"

On his way to the Phoenix City headquarters of the League of Legends, Qin Zhong soon noticed a group of agile figures secretly following him.

It must be said that these people's concealment skills are quite good. Even Qin Zhong only sensed that someone was following him based on his superb instincts.

However, he couldn't tell exactly where those people were because they were too far away.

"Hmph, since you're not afraid of death, then don't blame me." Sensing the commotion behind him, Qin Chong sneered, suddenly sped up, abruptly turned the corner at the street corner, and then disappeared.

"Captain Zomon, the target seems to have spotted us. Should we continue tracking?"

Just as Qin Chong disappeared around the street corner, a dozen black figures emerged from the shadows of various buildings, gathered together, and asked a short, thin man with a cherry blossom ribbon tied around his arm.

"Continue. Colonel Takeda instructed us to keep track of this man's every move and to find an opportunity to kill him! Xiao Yibai and Chen Fang from China are already a lot of trouble. If we let this man grow any stronger, he will only become more difficult to deal with."

The Japanese man known as Samon whispered, "Remember, everyone, our goal is to find out this man's background. To achieve this, we're willing to die. This is our ninja's mission and duty!"

"Yes!"

Upon hearing Zuomen's words, the other black-clad ninjas nodded in agreement, then prepared to disperse and continue tracking Qin Zhong, looking for an opportunity to test his true strength.

But just then, an indifferent voice suddenly rang in their ears.

"Are those filthy rats only capable of scheming and ambushing?"

"who!"

Upon hearing this sudden sound, the ninjas were all startled and quickly stood back to back, on guard.

Soon, they suddenly noticed that in the shadow of a large tree, a black-haired man dressed in a blue martial arts uniform and carrying a long sword was coldly watching them.

Judging from the looks of it, the one who just spoke was this fool who didn't know his own mortality.

……

"who are you?"

Looking at the young, black-haired man, the ninjas couldn't help but feel a sense of dread. To be able to get so close to them without them noticing, this person must possess combat power far exceeding their own!

"Heh, didn't your Colonel Takeda tell you who made him One-Eared?"

Hearing the ninjas' words, the black-haired youth smiled slightly, then drew his longsword from his back, stroked the blade, took out the wine flask at his waist, took a sip, and said calmly, "Laughing down a cup of wine, killing in the city."

"The Murder Sword? You're Gong Changzhang, the Murder Sword?"

Upon hearing the black-haired youth's words, Zuomen exclaimed as if he had stepped on a nail, then whispered, "This man is not to be fought head-on, retreat!"

Before he finished speaking, he had already leaped into the air and was running towards a certain place in the city at an extremely fast speed. The other ninjas, after hearing Samon's order, also began to run wildly and scatter in all directions.

"Heh, one sword, one life; one life, one sword; killing requires only one sword..."

Seeing the numerous ninjas scattering and fleeing, the black-haired youth simply smiled faintly, then downed the wine in his flask in one gulp, leaped into the air, and transformed into a streak of black light, chasing after the fleeing ninjas.

"Killer Sword, what's this guy doing here? Wasn't he in Las Vegas?"

As he ran, Zuomen cursed inwardly. The name of the Killer Sword was infamous. Even their king, Colonel Takeda, had one of his ears cut off by this Killer Sword and was ridiculed as One-Ear.

Now, he had actually encountered this murderous monster. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but turn his head slightly to see if this terrifying enemy had caught up with him.

However, when Zuomen turned around, all he saw was a dazzling silver light, followed by the spinning of the heavens and the eternal, cold darkness.

"One life, one sword; one sword, one life; to kill, only one sword is needed..."

The black-haired swordsman flipped his hand, and a flask of fine wine reappeared. He took two sips, then poured the wine onto his longsword to wash away the remaining blood. He said indifferently, "A bunch of scum who can't stand the light of day. Killing you would only dirty my sword."

Having said that, he stretched out his finger and lightly flicked the blade of the sword.

Suddenly, accompanied by a soft hum, the remaining high-proof liquor on the sword blade burst into flames. After a moment, the flames disappeared, and the longsword regained its initial dazzling brilliance.

"Indeed, these scum are really filthy..."

Just as the black-haired swordsman was about to sheath his sword and leave, a soft but kind voice rang out not far from him.

"Oh? So you didn't leave..."

Upon hearing the sudden sound, the black-haired swordsman's eyes sharpened, and he turned around abruptly to look in the direction from which the sound came.

Under the same shade of a large tree, Qin Chong stood side by side with the giant-eyed man, looking at the black-haired swordsman with a smile on his face.

"Yeah, how could I possibly leave without getting rid of these rats..."

Hearing Gong Changzhang's words, Qin Zhong touched his nose and laughed, "However, I didn't expect you to act even faster than me. It seems these little Japanese are destined for this calamity today. But I'm a little curious, who are you, and why do you want to kill these bastards?"

"Heh, do the Chinese people need a reason to kill a few Japanese invaders?"

Upon hearing Qin Zhong's words, the black-haired youth suddenly laughed and said, "Before, when I wanted to kill, I had to consider this and that, afraid of affecting the so-called friendship between the two countries. Now that the apocalypse has come and order has collapsed, I can kill to my heart's content!"