A sharp hook blade streaked across the sculpture's head, pulling out two deep marks.

The dust particles fell down, and the figure squatting above the sculpture's head was blown away by the breeze blowing across it.

In the square, most of the people running around had fled, and the surroundings were empty. The four Ishihara Hideyoshi clones, holding sickle, Kuma, Shuriken, and ninja sword, maintained a vigilant posture, and kept looking around.

Ishihara's fifth clone, who had been knocked to the ground before, covered his chest and stood up with difficulty. The sun shone over his head, and his shadow was dragging him to shake on the ground for a few times.

He bent down and wanted to pick up the two-edged hand-arm hook on the ground. During the movements, the figure on the ground also made the same moves with him. The moment his fingertips touched the weapon, the shadow on the ground held it first.

The pupils of the fifth clone suddenly contracted.

Behind, Sanada, who had squeezed through the two tourists, glanced across the disappearing air, and asked Kato Hirotsuro, who was a few steps away, "Kato, where is the target?"

Then he turned around and shouted at the subordinates of the nearby psychics: "The scent, wave sensing, and visual discrimination of psychics immediately searched--"

As soon as he finished speaking, Kato, not far away, frowned and squeezed away a tourist. While knocking the other party down, a fluctuating auxiliary psychic squeezing out loud at this time.

“On there!”

Raise your finger to one direction!

Bang!

Sanada Hiroichi passed over the vision above the man's head, and a figure flew into the air with a slam. The man's head separated as his flying body rose into the air.

"Baga..." Sanada looked at Ishihara's clone who turned into dust particles and murmured.

Kato Hiroruto held the samurai sword at his waist, took a step forward, and ran wildly, pushing his thumb against the protective mouth of the knife's head. Looking at the pool of black shadows over there, rising from the ground like liquid.

There was an unknown cry of crows in the sky.

On the other side, the black that rose to the ground slowly faded away in the sunlight. A sleeve sword on his wrist was thrown on the ground. Xia Yi, whose eyes were red, glanced at the warrior psychic rushing towards him.

Put another hand hook on.

Just as the other party arched his whole body and pushed the hilt open.

The four Ishihara Hideyoshi clones on the other side were also running towards this side. Xia Yi didn't even look at them, and penetrated the palm of the hand armor hook and grabbed it violently.

...

Kato Hirorato pushed open the hilt, and several phantoms suddenly appeared around, and they all pulled their swords towards Xia Yi in the middle.

At this time, the four Ishihara clones who were running towards this side were pushed towards this side forward, backward, left and right, and pushed towards this side with different weapons.

Swish, swish, swish, swish, swish... Four cold lights cut through the air.

Several samurai swords that had broken through the air fell, and the figure in the middle suddenly disappeared. Kato retreated and turned his head to yell at them: "Ishihara, don't go over-"

The shadows that were running back and forth with the movement suddenly stopped and rose. The four clones also reacted very quickly at the same time, waving different weapons in their hands to meet them.

In just a moment, Kato Hiroyuki had already run toward the other side. He was also a clone's supernatural ability, but unlike Kato, his clone cannot exist for a long time, but he can instantly divide four to five, causing an instant attack on the other party. To be more precise, the talent of split shadow is similar to that of clone.

At this time, Sanada caught up from behind and shouted: "The target has taken the ninja weapon, and he knows the ninja skills, be careful-"

When the shouting sound came out, fifteen meters away, the weapons's attacks sounded densely like raindrops hitting bananas. The wind was filled with the sound of metal collisions, and a clone of Ishihara who was throwing the Shuriken was kicked out.

The black phantom holding the two-edged hand armor hook was also hit by the second Ishihara clone, and the phantom turned into Xia Yi's real body from behind. He poked out a sharp blade and pierced him, falling to the ground in a forward and backward movement.

There were still two Ishihara clones holding Kumami and Ninja Swords left in the square. The former was still fighting a phantom with two Kumami, pushing forward.

Behind, Kato Hiroyuki who was rushing to draw out a knife, and five shadows launched a shadow attack from the surroundings with their swords.

Xia Yi, who had transformed into a real figure, glanced at the figure that appeared out of thin air around him. Almost at the same time as he rushed over, he kicked his feet and jumped up, avoiding the moment when the samurai swords were slashed around him.

A hoarse stress sounded in the air.

"......you know nothing about me, Japanese."

In the brilliant sunshine, three phantoms split into pieces and dived down from different directions.

——Forbidden secret. Instant Prison Shadow Killing Formation!

Three figures and three weapons drew three black arcs in the sunlight. Ishihara clone holding the ninja knife blocked it. The sound of metallic attacks only sounded, and the other two claws swept across his back, and then... the sharp blade slashed wildly, stabbing straight.

At this time, Sanada pounced on it and punched a fierce punch.

On the other side, Xia Yi's figure disappeared directly in front of him, returned to his previous position, turned around and ran out, stomped his steps, jumped up suddenly, stepped on the sculpture, and used the force to overlap with several scattered tourists to avoid the possibility of gun shooting.

Sanada looked at the back running away and wanted to take people to chase him, but was stopped by Kato who came, "Don't chase after him for the time being."

He picked up a page of paper from the ground, "His target is indeed the red stone in Shouming's hand."

Then he looked at the ninja sword, and the clone of Ishihara's kunai gradually disappeared. Behind a tree a little further away, Ishihara Hideyoshi truly showed up, and his ragged long clothes and missing weapons were missing one by one.

"Ishihara, how about that person?"

"Very awesome...hum...but." Ishihara Hideyoshi looked at the direction where Xia Yi left, and his voice became quiet: "Although it's amazing, it's just that, and I can't kill me..."

He was stunned for a moment and looked down at his chest.

Kato and Sanada were still waiting for his second half of the sentence, and the latter frowned: "Ishihara, what's wrong?"

Just as Sanada asked this, dense blood marks appeared on Hideyoshi Ishihara's body.

puff--

Everyone's vision was instantly occupied by blood. The neck, chest, abdomen, shoulders, back, and blood rushed out in the sound of that light, gushing out around...

"Ishihara-kun!"

Sanada's voice was screaming in the sunshine. The members of the special service team rushed towards this side and saw a bloody man shaking in place twice and leaning back.

"What kind of talent is this... Isn't he a third-level psychic?!" Even Kato Hiroruto, who had always been calm, was shaking slightly while holding the simple drawing.

Sanada, who was trembling all over, looked at the dead Ishihara Hideyoshi on the ground and gritted her teeth: "I'll go find Shouming..."

"No...I have a plan."

Kato lowered his eyes and looked at the drawing in his hand. He whispered: "..... can be done once and for all."

But at present, they need to notify the police to press down on Akihabara's affairs first and maintain order. After all, the riot in Tokyo has not been long since passed, and this happened again this time. For the above, they need some remarks.

In fact, it is very difficult for so many people to seize a goal of good skills and special abilities and talent, especially if the other party is not a native of the country at all, has no relatives, and friends to take advantage of these conditions.

It is also located in the bustling international city of Tokyo, with a dense population. If you really want to start without considering it, you don’t know how many civilians will die. The price is too high.

So much so that when the group of people blew up the streets, they did not dare to dispatch troops at will.

"What a fierce crow... no matter who it is, he dares to peck it."

After Kato Hirotsuro put away the simple drawing, he began to clean up the aftermath. When the police came over and they gave some euphemisms, it was almost noon.

The crowds in the street were still there, just curious about what happened, and stopped in other streets.

Xia Yi held the hand hook and lowered his head and squeezed through the crowd. At first, someone paid attention to his eyes, but as the other party disappeared into the crowd, he stopped paying attention.

As we walked away from a street, there was a vague sirens whizzing by in the distance.

Xia Yi, who had been away for a while, then leaned against a vending machine next to him and squatted down to rest. No matter how capable he was, high-intensity combat would bring a strong feeling of hunger and fatigue to his body. Even martial arts masters need to eat and recover their physical strength.

Someone saw him and kindly came over and asked, "Sir, are you okay?"

Xia Yi suppressed the irritable and bloody mood swings, but shook his head without answering. The redness in his eyes was still there, and he was inconvenient to raise his face to attract the attention of others. After the man asked, he let out a heavy breath and reached out to touch it in his pocket.

The drawings seem to be lost in the battle just now.

Suppressing the negative emotions that were surging in my heart, my body stood up with a trembling slight trembling, squeezed through the people around me, and walked slowly towards the hiding building.

"Haha...what drawings I drew before..."

He stopped on the edge of the street outside the hiding building, raised his head and looked up at the streets, looked at the crowded streets, and tilted his head: "Isn't it better to kill me directly?"

Turning around, strode through the building, where there was a company's office. At this time, he came in swaggeringly and attracted people's attention.

"What are you here to do?!"

Xia Yi ignored a security guard's question and walked straight to the aisle, jumped up in the other party's sight, knocking through the top plate above.

The sudden sound caused some company employees who were working to run out of the door and look out. The rustling dust fell from the broken hole. The security guard held the baton and walked over carefully.

A figure fell with dust.

——That was red eyes and fully armed figure.

************

Under the ground of the repaired Life Building, machines are running in the middle of countless transparent pipes that transport liquids.

The old man with a crutch watched a researcher operating the mechanical clip and raised a bright red gem. Under the sign of the old man's nod, he slowly walked towards the largest mechanical device in the underground space.

There are countless dull patterns on it, and a diamond-shaped hole surrounds the center of the device.

“Put it in…”

The old man ordered.

The operator nodded, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, raised his arm, and the mechanically buzzed and adjusted the redstone to its best position.

Then, inlaid it in.

Standing inside the curved safety glass window, Shouming Shu stretched out the back of his hand covered with old-fashioned spots, on a red button on the console.

Pressed on it.

“God will be born in my hands, and I will be…”

While talking to himself slowly, the old man turned around and stepped into the laboratory. His thin palms trembled excitedly, slowly uncovering the kimono she wore outside.

Then, land behind the path that the clogs walked.

“……and I will eventually become a god.”
Chapter completed!