Unusual Fate Records

Chapter 104.042. The Blooming Flower

Jealousy looked down with some difficulty, staring at the gap on the left, as big as a bowl, where a sniper rifle was located.

The strength in his hands was suddenly drained away, and the shockwave from the gun completely shredded his internal organs, causing half of his body to lose sensation instantly.

“So that’s how it is…” His left hand fell limply to his side, the straight strands of his spinning yarn turning into bloodstains. Blood flowed down his torn haori, staining the white fabric red, and trickling down his arm.

“A supersonic weapon?” Jealousy said, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.

If the sound hasn't been heard yet, he has no chance to react.

The bullet pierced his shoulder, shattering countless blood vessels. The severe injury left him no time to catch his breath, and an overwhelming sense of weakness washed over him.

"Damn." Guan Shen's eyes regained their luster, and he sat up in a disheveled state, shuffling backward.

"What a monster, I almost died here."

He turned around, looked at his useless subordinates, and said, "What are you all standing there for? Kill him!"

"What are you all standing there for? Hey, what's with those expressions? Are you afraid to go up when you're about to die?!"

Guan Shen glanced at his subordinate's hesitant expression, clearly still undecided.

They seemed to be staring intently behind them, their expressions gradually turning terrified.

"Click." That was the sound of a sword being sheathed.

Guan Shen's heart skipped a beat, and he suddenly turned around.

He saw the man in front of him leap into the air, like a dying tiger struggling for survival, his flames raging, blood dripping from his mouth, roaring desperately as he swung his knife.

What a magnificent swordsmanship it was! Guan Shen felt his vision blur, as if a white ribbon was gently covering his face, filling his field of vision, and ultimately being deeply etched into his mind.

It looks just like a blooming, delicate white flower.

That was an iaido technique that was instantly elevated.

Almost to the extreme.

The fire and wind, carrying the heat of roasting, slapped against Guan Shenyi's face, leaving him already dazed.

Then a cool sensation appeared on her neck, and the spurting blood flowed down her face, throat, and body, scattering blood like rain.

"Pfft."

Guan Shenyi slowly knelt down, and this time, he never got up again.

Jealousy coughed violently, his right hand still holding the scabbard, covering the blood and foam at the corner of his mouth.

The blood spilled along the way gradually dried and congealed in the bright flames.

Like a life filled with jealousy.

He was ultimately no longer able to wield a sword.

Once the sniper lurking in the shadows fires again, his life will be over.

"You're a left-handed swordsman."

In her memory, Arrogance was slightly surprised when she saw him practicing with his sword, because Jealousy was not left-handed.

Jealousy gave him a smug smile.

The man's clothes fluttered in the wind, and the knife in his hand was spotless, with drops of blood slowly sliding down the blade. Sparkling lights swirled around him, like fireflies gathering in a cluster, making the dark red background less repulsive.

A rare smile appeared on his blind face.

"Om-"

The sound of a motorcycle rang out, and the chains swung and clattered.

"Avenge the gang leader!" The people around him, barely managing to keep their spirits up, encouraged each other and pointed their guns at the lone Jealousy.

Dozens of people swarmed around like a dark mass of ants.

"Bang bang bang-"

Motorcycles hummed, and gunshots rang out in a chaotic cacophony.

The black smoke from the fire rose slowly, and the sparks of fire also dyed half of the night sky red.

……

The dragon horse was panting heavily, gritting its teeth and running desperately.

There are still three motorcycles left.

Taking advantage of the moment when the other person caught up and brought the knife down, he risked taking the blow himself, grabbed the other person, and ripped him off.

The rider screamed as his own motorcycle ran over his face, leaving him unconscious.

Even so, the other three guys who surrounded him had already blocked his escape route.

Sweat and blood mingled on his body, dripping onto the unconscious Fujiwara.

dead end.

"Gulu——"

The residents in the stairwell drew their curtains and turned off their lights.

Clothes hangers that hadn't been taken down yet hung on the crisscrossing clotheslines, swaying in the night wind.

There's no escaping it now.

The dragon-horse smiled bitterly.

The three men stopped using the motorcycle's mobility to chase him, because it was no longer necessary.

The man in the lead, wearing motorcycle sunglasses, wore a triumphant smile.

"Die."

He brandished the small knife in his hand, tossed it, and skillfully twirled it. Then, his expression turned cold, he gripped the hilt with his index and middle fingers, and flung it out like a throwing knife.

"Pfft."

Longma grunted, raising his hand to block the flying knife, which pierced his arm. Combined with the existing wound from the shoulder cut, he was covered in blood.

The other two, without hesitation, grabbed their tools and charged at the dragon horse.

"You seem to be in trouble."

Longma was stabbed in the abdomen, and the pain of the knife penetrating his flesh made his eyes widen in agony.

He couldn't even notice the hand that Fujiwara Chizuru had placed on his neck behind him; the unconscious woman's body was slowly draining away like liquid.

"Do you need my help?"

The voice continued speaking.

Ryoma raised his gaze, but there was no one else there.

At the same time, a knife swung from his right side slashed deep into his arm, causing him to cry out in pain again.

"Who are you?"

"I do not know either."

When Ryoma saw someone trying to get past him to cut Fujiwara, he changed his original stance of sticking together and taking the beating, and quickly crawled over to block the blade for her.

"A hero rescuing a damsel in distress?"

"This guy's really tough," someone remarked, puzzled.

"Can you lead us to escape?" Ryoma thought to himself.

"No, but I can kill them."

The words were plain, yet the air was thick with the stench of blood and violence.

Dragon Horse's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly said, "Wait!"

"Hmm?" The man playing with the knife thought he had something to say.

"You guys... stop fighting..." Ryoma winced in pain, his body drenched in sweat. "Run!"

"Kid, have you taken the wrong medicine?" The three men were stunned. They looked back but there was no movement. The man with the knife held the knife to the face of the man who was moving.

"No need to persuade them anymore, they're already dead," the voice said.

With a growing sense of urgency, he cried out, "Run!"

The man playing with the knife impatiently grabbed his collar: "Hey, there's a limit to lying!"

After saying that, he held the knife in his hand and slashed it viciously at You Dong's face.

A beam of light shot past.

"boom--"

You Donglongma watched as the man's face completely disappeared.

"what!"

The other two retreated hastily.

"what happened?"

"It's a sniper!"

"Damn it, aren't those our weapons?" a man said angrily. "Withdraw!"

After saying that, the two quickly turned around and climbed onto the motorcycle.

"boom--"

Before one person could even sit down properly, he had already stretched and broken in two.

"Ah!" The other person panicked, not even putting on a helmet, and stared intently. Before long, the motorcycle sputtered and smoked, reaching its maximum starting speed, and quickly disappeared on the road.

The man, still shaken, had driven off for a short while, thinking that he had at least escaped with his life thanks to the ample cover. He then grabbed his helmet, ready to put it on.

The announcement of the trial arrived as scheduled.

"boom--"

The motorcycle was launched into the air, tumbled several times, and crashed down, the rider nowhere to be seen.

The helmet landed and spun around like a ladle, the visor shattered on the ground, and blood slowly dripped down.

(End of this chapter)