Unusual Fate Records

Chapter 381, Section 073: The Beast of Year

The semi-transparent protective glass couldn't block out the shimmering light of the sea, and the flashing lights of swords and spears were intertwined within, making it impossible to distinguish whether the shimmering light represented beautiful scenery or deadly danger.

A splash of crimson ink splattered onto the glass, startling the fish into scattering.

Yuichi Kamikawa holds the sword with one arm, making an upward slashing motion, the tip of the sword pointing diagonally, as if he has exhausted all his strength.

Fresh blood trickled down the knife.

His eyes were lifeless. Before him lay a corpse cut in two, its bloated red entrails spilling over its head, and sticky blood obscuring his vision.

The Twelve Demon Moons suffered heavy casualties.

Half of May Yulan's face still bore the horrified expression she had before her death.

Her death was tragic, but her sacrifice was not meaningless.

Between Yuichi Kamikawa's chest and ribs, a streak of blood reached deep into his internal organs.

It was because she shielded the knife with her own body that San Yue Ye Ying had the opportunity to severely injure Kamikawa.

The kunai in Yozakura's hand is coated with a deadly poison that can quickly paralyze the nerves of living beings. As it spreads throughout the body via the bloodstream, it can render a person incapacitated in a short time.

Instead of clutching the wound in his ribs, Kamikawa Yuichi acted as if he were unharmed, holding his long sword in front of him. Through the central blade, one could see the chilling killing intent splitting his face in two.

Apart from July Liangyue and September Zhuzui, who had already died in battle, the remaining few were also in a bloodthirsty frenzy.

Yuichi Kamikawa's swordsmanship was almost insane. He completely abandoned the protection of the human body's weaknesses, fighting with his life on the line. Every strike was wide and sweeping, striving to inflict maximum damage on his opponent, but he completely disregarded his own life or death.

In early January, a look of seriousness appeared in Chu Kong's eyes. This madman was risking his life, but the key point was that despite being covered in so many wounds, including having one of his arms severed, he still maintained formidable fighting power.

This is not reasonable.

Injuries would impair a person's ability to move and affect their performance, let alone Kamikawa who had his arm severed. But this guy acted as if nothing had happened. Was he desensitized?

He glanced at the open space behind him. Akira Akahoshi had already left. He had just received news that a person suspected to be a sniper had been spotted two kilometers away. As the governor of Zuojingdu, Akira Akahoshi needed to participate in the command immediately.

When they dealt with Yuichi Kamikawa before, they did not realize that he possessed such martial prowess. Most of the time, he was like a silent house dog, and the sword case he carried was like a samurai's symbol, barely making people remember that he was a martial artist.

Anyone who is around him feels a chill down their spine.

Even though such low-key people should be the most dangerous, one's vigilance will still unconsciously decrease.

They paid a heavy price for underestimating their enemy, sacrificing three comrades before they could barely subdue this madman.

Fortunately, it's all coming to an end.

His eyes narrowed slightly, and the remaining people had already taken their positions.

The Twelve Demon Moons are assassins who have always used knives. Over the years, they have worked together to kill countless targets and have developed a perfect understanding of each other.

The other swordsmen all understood what January meant.

They appeared to be maneuvering, but they had already reached their designated positions.

The positions of the group were determined according to the final killing move of the Twelve Demon Moons – the [Year Beast].

Although three people were sacrificed, it did not diminish the ultimate power of the killing formation.

Frost flowers condensed at a visible speed near the blade in January, making the entire blade seem alive, breathing with wisps of icy mist.

February followed closely behind, holding his sword horizontally in front of him. Everyone felt as if they were in a wind cave, with invisible vortexes swirling around him.

In March, Cherry Blossom's figure suddenly transformed into countless cherry blossom petals, merging into the whirlwind created by February, resembling some kind of ninja killing technique with an illusion.

In April, her eyes were indifferent as she adopted the most unadorned and simple starting stance for holding a knife.

June went berserk, and the others followed suit. The entire corridor resonated with their power, even the ceiling hummed.

"eye for eye!"

In August, the sword was drawn, and the light and shadow of a raptor flashed within the blade. The sword energy, resembling a broken eagle, flew out fiercely, its claws vicious, grabbing towards Kamikawa's shoulder blades.

The crimson storm of killing formations completely enveloped Yuichi Kamikawa's figure; all that could be seen were fleeting afterimages and flickering blades.

The most critical issue is that this storm is converging towards its center.

The building trembled, and the fish in the sea seemed to sense the murderous intent, all swimming frantically, but unable to break the glass, crashing into it again and again and turning back.

Jin Ziyue buried his head and huddled together with Tanaka, occasionally raising his head, his eyes flashing with the figures of martial artists.

They used their expertise in swords and sabers to complement each other. Not to mention their hidden tricks, their pure sword energy alone was something that ordinary people could not withstand.

He also wanted to know what Kamikawa Yuichi would do in this situation.

Strangely, he slowly closed his eyes, and the knife in his hand, amidst the surging blade, swung out like a thin bamboo pole, deftly deflecting the blade.

Time seemed to stand still at that moment.

The eddies of the wind, the trajectories of swords, the rising flames, the spreading frost, and even the wide-eyed expressions of the ocean fish are all clearly visible at this moment.

Not to mention the shapes of the Twelve Demon Moons.

The whole world seemed to be slowed down tenfold, with all movements as slow as frame-by-frame, sluggish and stiff.

A bright flash of light streaked past at normal speed.

With a clang—

Before anyone could react to what had happened, it was as if the play button had been pressed, and everyone's actions returned to normal.

Thus, Kamikawa Yuichi was completely engulfed by the flashing swords.

Almost instantly, his body, along with his sword, was shattered into pieces by the wrath of the Twelve Demon Moons.

Debris flew everywhere, and the broken samurai sword tumbled several times in the air before crashing to the ground.

Yuichi Kamikawa's mangled body was no longer recognizable as human, and he lay sprawled on the ground.

That flash of light seemed to go unnoticed and had no lethal effect.

The storm was still raging and soon swept across the entire floor. The waiters who didn't have time to escape in time for the elevator were also huddled in a corner, panting heavily and screaming in terror.

Soon, the waiters discovered that the cherry blossoms in the storm seemed to carry a strange sweet and sour taste; after only a little inhalation, drowsiness would inevitably overwhelm them.

They struggled to keep their eyes half-open, but ultimately couldn't resist the heavy eyelids, and their bodies slumped to the ground.

The remaining nine warriors of Demon Moon dispelled their killing formation, slowed down, and revealed themselves in the vortex of wind before finally sheathing their swords and standing still.

Everyone stared at Yuichi Kamikawa's corpse.

To be precise, it was fragments that were scattered all over the ground by the airflow.

The leader, January, carefully rummaged through the body parts, sniffing them from time to time, kneading blood clots to identify blood components and confirm their presence.

The others also looked annoyed, but they were still carefully carrying out their security work.

"What should we do with these people?" The youngest, December Oborozuki, glanced at the unconscious servants and asked tentatively.

"Send them to psychiatrists for brainwashing and memory erasure."

"I was thinking of keeping a few to make human flesh soup," she said, pursing her lips.

“A total of 12 people,” May said.

"Wait a minute," January Sky and March Night Cherry said at the same time.

Everyone looked at the two of them.

Chu Kong raised his eyebrows, his expression grave: "The composition of these body parts doesn't resemble that of humans or Others, and the blood... doesn't resemble that either."

The others were slightly taken aback, then turned to March.

Yozakura glanced at the pile of unconscious waiters and said, "One of those waiters is missing."

(End of this chapter)