In the smoke, sparks from clashing weapons occasionally lit up, brilliant yet fragile, flashing and gone.
These warriors were indeed top-tier masters. Even with limited visibility, constant interference from the Soul Howl Gu, and the unpredictable sneak attacks of the ghoul and poisonous vines, they could still rely on their honed combat instincts to dodge attacks and even counterattack.
However, they were facing an equally formidable martial arts master.
Splat!
The sound of blood splattering was like the rustling of willow leaves in the autumn wind, a pleasant sound.
Thud!
Limbs fell, heads fell, bodies fell.
Muffled grunts, heavy breathing, low moans, suppressed roars of pain.
All these sounds overlapped, together composing a beautiful symphony of death, performed by Zhou Ming.
The smoke gradually dispersed.
Tokugawa Yamato leaned against the wall, slowly collapsing powerlessly, his body scraping against the wall, leaving a deep red bloodstain.
He had a total of seventeen wounds on his body. The most fatal one, a blade through his heart, had fortunately missed by an inch, causing him to lose all his strength without immediately dying.
He lifted his head with some effort, his gaze sweeping around in a daze.
Bodies lay scattered on the ground: some with severed limbs, some decapitated, some with a blade through the chest... All eight powerful warriors had perished here!
"Koyamacun, Kondo-kun, Matsumoto-kun..."
Tokugawa Yamato's lips trembled as he stammered out names, until a pair of feet appeared before him.
Bloody feet, bare.
Tokugawa Yamato slowly looked up, meeting Zhou Ming's cold eyes.
"You lost," Zhou Ming said flatly.
Using the Jumping Grass Gu would tear his shoes, so he could only go barefoot. The soles of his feet were sticky with blood, making him very uncomfortable.
"What kind of monster are you?" Tokugawa Yamato's life was slipping into the abyss of death, yet he wouldn't die immediately.
He didn't know if this was due to his good luck, or because... the person before him had shown mercy.
"Monster?" Zhou Ming frowned, then seemed to remember something and smiled, "I am human."
"Hehehe, hahaha..." Tokugawa Yamato leaned his head back against the wall, laughing with great effort.
"You're human? You're actually... human?" Tokugawa Yamato gasped.
"When a person is killed, he dies. If you are killed, will you die?"
"Yes," Zhou Ming said very seriously, watching Tokugawa Yamato's pupils gradually dilate, "Of course."
"Haha, then, then I can... rest assured..."
Outside the door, numerous footsteps clattered, and shadowy figures, visible through the paper windows, surrounded the entire room.
"Tokugawa Saron, my Disciple..." Tokugawa Yamato murmured softly, his vision gradually blurring, "Clear all obstacles... Let this chaotic world... restore order..."
Zhou Ming stood silently, watching the light in Tokugawa Yamato's eyes gradually fade until he took his last breath.
"I'm sorry, he won't be able to do that."
Clang!
Sheathing his blade, Zhou Ming shook his arms, and two pistols slid from his sleeves into his hands.
"When a person is killed, he dies, but they can't kill me."
Crash!
Wooden doors and window frames were shattered, making the room open on all sides. A large number of soldiers surged in, glaring fiercely, their faces filled with fanaticism, raising their swords to strike.
"Kill!"
"Whoever kills this man shall be rewarded with a hundred taels of gold and granted a valiant official position!"
"Kill!"
"A human wave tactic?" Zhou Ming sneered, slightly bending his knees and waist, leaning his body forward, and lightly raising his arms.
Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang!
His arms blurred into afterimages, his body swaying, rising and falling, dodging and moving. A torrent of bullets poured out, shooting in all directions with his dancing arms, every shot hitting its mark, each bullet precisely piercing someone's head.
At this moment, Zhou Ming seemed to be performing a bizarre dance of death, the whistling bullets like the Grim Reaper's scythe, relentlessly harvesting the lives of everyone around him.
Gun-Fu!
This was not exchanged from the Main God, but created by Zhou Ming himself, relying on his superb marksmanship and powerful physique.
The time to reload his two pistols was compressed to a few tenths of a second, as if they had infinite bullets that never ran out. Zhou Ming alone unleashed a storm of metal, sweeping everything away!
A one-man army!
Soon, the entire floor of the room was covered with bodies, piled one upon another, hindering everyone's movement.
Withdrawing his right hand, Zhou Ming continued to fire with his left, suppressing the charging soldiers. He took a grenade from the Flower Bud Gu, pulled the pin, and threw it forward.
The grenade flew over the original doorway, into the corridor, and landed among the crowd.
Boom!
The dense crowd allowed the grenade to achieve an extraordinary effect. Flesh and blood flew, screams filled the air, the wooden floor was shattered, and the surroundings were scorched black, clearing a large space.
The shouts of killing and fighting paused, everyone stunned by the terrifying explosion.
Two spring-like grasses suddenly grew on the soles of Zhou Ming's feet. He stomped hard, using the elasticity to leap high, landing at the scorched explosion point.
Jumping Grass Gu!
The moment he landed, the pistol in Zhou Ming's left hand fired again, the gunshots roaring.
At the same time, another grenade flew out, landing at the other end of the corridor.
Bang bang bang bang!
Boom!
Under the powerful firepower, the soldiers using cold weapons had no chance to retaliate.
Charge! Charge! Charge!
Zhou Ming did not pause, killing enemies and rushing out, leaving bodies in his wake. Blood and wails paved his path, death and despair crushed the enemy's resistance.
Boom!
The dojo's main gate exploded open, and Zhou Ming's figure flashed out, looking ahead.
Soldiers fled in all directions, whether they were inside the dojo or waiting outside in formation. All had been terrified by Zhou Ming's slaughter, choosing to defy the daimyo's orders rather than stand in Zhou Ming's path.
This one-sided massacre of flesh and blood by modern firepower gradually ended as Zhou Ming burst out of the dojo.
But Zhou Ming's second battle had just begun.
He looked up, his gaze seemingly piercing through layers of buildings, "seeing" the man who had ordered his death.
Tokugawa Saron.
"Wait for me, I'll find you soon."
Zhou Ming murmured softly, then vanished into the street.
A few minutes later, the city guard rushed in, entering the dojo and seeing the gruesome sight of bodies everywhere. The city guards' faces changed, and some couldn't help but vomit.
"Send more men to clear this area, and immediately have someone report this matter!"
The commander's face was grim. He didn't linger in the dojo, where the smell of blood was so strong it was almost nauseating, and quickly walked out.
"Also, send people to Lord Tokugawa Saron. Not too many. Block him if you can, but if you can't, don't rush to your deaths."
He quickly gave a series of orders to his subordinates, and the entire city guard began to operate in an orderly fashion under his command.
However, the commander's expression showed no sign of easing; it grew even more severe.
"These madmen, are they really going to turn the capital upside down? Oh, King, is this what you wanted to see...?"