Just as he was about to explode, he saw the face of the person who came, and his stiff neck instantly drooped.
"Boss..."
Ignoring the man's weak greeting, Ghost Shark opened his shark teeth and asked in a low voice:
"Where's the guy who was on guard?"
Without further ado, he expressed his disillusionment with these flabby fellows.
"The one who's on guard...eh? Wasn't he here just now?"
He scratched his head, and stood up quickly after hearing the boss's words. He looked for a long time but saw no one, so he looked at the people next to him.
The people being looked at also looked at each other and shook their heads.
Beacon——
The sound of breaking air was heard, and a flying blade turned into a stream of light in the air, and the spreading air waves blew away the straw in the distance.
The man standing in front of the armored warrior was about to turn around when his body was pierced by the flying blade, which continued to move forward towards the ghost shark without stopping.
Ghost Shark's pupils tightened, and his body's instincts began to act before his consciousness. The pendant on his waist emitted a dim purple light, urging his hands to move quickly.
With hands wrapped in purple energy, he instantly pulled out the sword from his waist and held it horizontally in front of his body, wrapping the blade with energy to forcibly stop the flying knife.
when!
"I can't stop it…!"
After realizing that he could not block the blade, he had to forcibly turn his body and barely moved his body out of the range of the flying knife before the weapon in his hand collapsed, thus avoiding the fate of being injured and killed.
The ghost shark, still frightened, gasped for breath as if it had survived a disaster and looked in the direction where the blade came from.
Muramasa stretched out his right fist, and white smoke was emitted from the tip of his fist, left behind by the flying knife.
"It's still a little short? Really... just go and die quietly, you scum."
The Swordsmith from Another World: Chapter 3: The Swordsmith Who Passed By
Even though the attack missed, Muramasa was neither anxious nor annoyed. He even felt a little relieved and secretly complained a few words:
Oh no, my blood is boiling. If I really kill him right away, it will be difficult for me to chase after those vagrants who have fled...
"who are you."
Ghost Shark did not look at his subordinates who fell to the ground in front of him, but stared vigilantly at Muramasa who was standing in the distance. Sweat had soaked the cloth inside his armor, making his body feel heavier.
The pressure came not only from the enemy in the distance whose strength was unclear, but also from his own subordinates.
As long as he reveals the slightest flaw, the group of fence-sitters who have been gathered together by his tyranny will immediately abandon him and flee in all directions.
Therefore, he had to keep his tone as calm as possible and pray that his idiots wouldn't notice his hesitation.
Only by using them as meat shields and wearing down their physical strength can you have a chance to survive!
The two people who were clearly in opposition now formed a united front in a strange place.
"Senko Muramasa, just a swordsmith passing by."
Blade maker?
Upon hearing this answer, the group of ignorant subordinates burst into laughter, as if they had forgotten that the few people who had laughed with them just now had now turned into corpses.
"The knife maker is actually a blacksmith, hahahahahahaha——"
"I got scared. I thought it was the guy from Tianling Fengxing who came!"
"Look carefully, don't you even have the Eye of God?"
"Brute force is useless. If you hadn't been hiding, we could have chopped you into pieces with just one of our swords!"
The guys who loved to shout the most were the first to mock, and there were also some who snickered when they heard the identity, but did not show any indifference.
But without exception, no one chose to escape directly.
This is naturally due to Ghost Shark's extraordinary acting skills and the majesty he has accumulated from leading people out to sea for many years.
"Eleven to one, don't lose again."
While those idiots haven't figured out what's going on, Ghost Shark directly gave the order to make full use of these cannon fodders.
"to make!"
One of the young men answered immediately, forcing the others who were still hesitating to step forward.
For a moment, the shouts of killing shook the sky, and the unconscious mob rushed towards Muramasa from all directions.
"Successful!"
A ronin had already sneaked up behind Muramasa when the ghost shark arrived. Seeing that it was so lively in front, he thought it was a good time to attack, so he raised his weapon and chopped at the back door.
Take this head and let them envy you!
"What a noise! How can someone launch a sneak attack and still shout so loudly?"
Muramasa turned the scabbard at his waist over and pointed the blade towards the back.
Before the blade fell on his wrist, he suddenly exerted force, and the sword in the sheath flew backwards and hit the attacker's lower abdomen.
"Pfft-!"
The ronin who attacked felt a sharp pain in his abdomen and froze in place with the weapon raised above his head.
Before the weapon on his abdomen fell to the ground, the scabbard had already danced in front of him.
Snapped!
Even though Muramasa tried to restrain his strength, he was still blown away by the scabbard. He flipped several times in the air and landed in a pile of grass on the side of the road, unconscious.
But as a price, the scabbard was broken completely.
"He has no weapons!"
Someone shouted, and the others, who had been stagnating, finally slowed down their pace.
We have no weapons, can you still beat us?
The person rushing in the front took aim at Muramasa, who was still holding the half-broken scabbard, and stabbed out with the sharp blade in his hand.
Seeing that the opponent's body was so close, he couldn't help but smile triumphantly.
Whoosh.
Muramasa moved his body to the side to avoid the blade, watching the opponent's body continue to rush forward due to inertia, and crossed his arms to hug one of the opponent's arm joints.
A crisp sound of broken bones was heard, and the entire arm that Muramasa was holding was twisted into four sections.
"Uh ah ah -"
After letting go of the man's arm, the vanguard collapsed to the ground due to the pain, which shocked the people behind him for a while.
"It really took a lot of effort for me to put you on the hook."
Muramasa pushed his center of gravity forward and let out a long breath, as if announcing his upcoming attack.
He put all his strength into his toes, pressed his ten fingers firmly into the ground, and turned into a streak of arrow that rushed towards the few people behind who were about to stop.
Before they could finish slowing down, Muramasa kicked one of them in the face, and the two behind him had no time to dodge and became human cushions in front of him.
A person nearby watched in shock as several people fell down, his axe trembling, not knowing what to do.
"Where are you looking?"
Muramasa's questioning brought him back to his senses, and when he turned his gaze towards the other party, he just witnessed the oncoming end -
The steel-like fists were buried in his face, making his originally bloated face sunken like a bowl.
"ah!"
Seeing that more than half of his companions were dead or injured, the gunman, who was almost scared out of his wits, thrust out his weapon.
"hateful!"
Then another person quickly took out a Molotov cocktail from his waist, lit it and threw it at Muramasa.
Muramasa still calmly grabbed the spear that was thrusting at him with one hand, and accurately grasped the still-flying Molotov cocktail with the other hand.
Then he raised his knee to break the wooden handle of the gun, twisted his waist and hips, and spun his body along his supporting leg, using centrifugal force to throw the two weapons he had intercepted.
The spear tip sank into the body of the gangster who threw the Molotov cocktail. The man holding the half-broken wooden pole felt the bottle shatter on his forehead and was instantly engulfed in flames...
The ghost shark in the distance became more and more frightened as he watched. After all, he was a pirate who had seen the world. If it was just a strong man who could fight ten people at once, he must have seen it a few times.
But the opponent didn't have the Eye of God, didn't use elemental power, and didn't even use weapons!
Originally, he wanted to rely on his subordinates to buy himself time, accumulate enough thunder elemental power, and defeat the opponent in one breath.
However, before they could even finish accumulating the elements, their men were almost completely slaughtered.
Even if he wanted to run, considering the opponent's flying blade, the ghost shark could be sure that running away would only be another way to die.
"Huh? Why do you look like you've seen a ghost? Weren't you so courageous just now?"
While Ghost Shark was still brainstorming, Muramasa had already killed the last bandit who could move.
Then he turned his gaze to Ghost Shark, using his eyes to tell him that his previous words were not a question and he did not need to answer.
You just need to work hard to become a Buddha.
The look that almost ignored him touched the deepest pain in the man's heart, making him recall why he wanted to trade this "Eye of God" with "them".
It is to make those who look down on him face him squarely!
"Stop looking down on others—"
Purple lightning burst out from all over the body, stimulating every cell with the power of elements. The overflowing power almost completely drained the potential in the body.
The surface of his skin gradually peeled off due to the flow of lightning, and was scorched black by the lingering lightning in the air. His eyes were filled with purple light, and even the blade in his hand ignited with purple flames of energy stained by lightning.
"Hey, hey... If you keep doing this, even if I don't do anything, you'll die from overload, right?"
As if feeling relaxed after completing a mission, Muramasa looked at every part of the man helplessly.
It was obvious that the animal in front of him was a trapped beast on the verge of death.
"Haha, you're finally looking me in the eye, right? Even if I defeat you now, I won't be able to live much longer, but—right now, I want you!"
He raised his weapon openly. Unlike those guys who were completely unaware that their defenses were wide open, he came with the obsession of exchanging injuries for injuries.
"die--!"
The sword, carrying a thousand-pound thunder, slashed down fiercely.
...
...
The expected thunder and explosion did not occur.
"what?"
I tried my best to strike this blow, and I poured my life into it. Why?
Ghost Shark looked at his knife in surprise, only to find that it had fallen to the ground at some point.
Then he looked at his hands, which also fell to the ground.
"Well, it's over."
The red-haired guy in front of him stated the objective facts in an extremely calm tone. His legs lost all strength at this moment, and his whole body fell to the ground with a thud.
At this moment, something in the pirate's heart was broken.
"Wait, wait a minute-"
He hurriedly raised his arms, which had lost their palms, and shouted loudly to delay the impending end.
"I know, I know, you're very strong! I won't live much longer anyway, so why not—!"
Muramasa looked at the knife in his hand unmoved.
"Wait, wait... there's more, there's more! Don't you want to be stronger?"
Watching the knife slowly turn into pieces, Ghost Shark no longer had any thoughts of resistance.
"You probably can't use elemental power yet, right? I have a way—"