Black Book

Chapter 267: The Grudges of the Jianghu
Roar!
With a mad roar like a wild beast, the meaty man displayed a speed that did not match his body size, and turned into an afterimage and shot towards Zhu Haomiao.

Facing the giant mountain of flesh that was flying towards him from the sky, a hint of surprise flashed in Zhu Haomiao's eyes.

Speed, strength, and breath have all increased dramatically...

Violent species?

Or is it the secret method of overdraft?

The guess in his mind flashed away, and Zhu Haomiao turned around calmly and dodged the attack gracefully and lightly.

boom!
The violent force tore the afterimage into pieces, blasted a big hole in the ground, and shattered the thick blue bricks into pieces, but failed to hurt the target at all.

He dodged to the enemy's flank, and faced the enemy's unprotected weak spot. The long sword in the boy's hand turned into cold fangs and pierced directly into the vital point.

At the critical moment, the man swung his hammer back, deflected the sword, turned around and pounced towards Zhu Haomiao again.

"Beast! Kill you!!!"

The man's mad howling echoed in his ears. Looking at the bloody wound on his hand that was deep enough to see the bone, and then looking at his distorted expression of unconsciousness, Zhu Haomiao frowned slightly.

Faced with this kind of life-for-life fighting style with no defense at all, the supernatural combat intuition effect of [Lingxi] will immediately be halved.

Although he was still invincible and could definitely win without any injuries if he dragged on, but considering that there was still a monk on the run, Zhu Haomiao immediately made a decision in his mind.

Quick victory!

He raised his eyes slightly, and a brutal blood-red light suddenly bloomed in the depths of his pupils.

【anger】!
boom!
The casserole-like fist was caught steadily by a white palm, and a circle of white mist energy visible to the naked eye expanded and exploded. The surrounding constables could feel the strong gust of wind sweeping past from a distance, scratching their skin painfully.

In the center of the battlefield, Zhu Haomiao took the enemy's hateful attack with one hand, looked at his blood-red pupils of disbelief, and raised his sword to slash with an expressionless face.

【Armor-piercing Strength·Invincible】

呲~
The cold sword was covered with a layer of cold light as thin as a cicada's wing, and it flashed in the air.

The next second, an obese head flew up into the sky, its round pupils still retaining the hideous horror before death.

boom!
The headless corpse weighing several hundred pounds fell to the ground with a loud bang, and the gushing blood quickly formed a pool of blood on the ground.

Standing next to the corpse, Zhu Haomiao gently drew his sword, shook off the blood beads on the blade, and walked away without looking back.

"Collect the bodies and see if there are any clues."

Leaving behind a leisurely instruction, Zhu Haomiao followed the footsteps of his subordinates, speeding all the way, and finally saw Yan Yunsheng and others who had intercepted the monk near the river bank.

More than a dozen constables formed a circle to suppress the enemy, with swords and sticks flashing up and down, and energy radiating in all directions. Two nimble figures moved swiftly and the fight was fierce.

Seeing that Yan Yunsheng had stabilized the situation, Zhu Haomiao breathed a sigh of relief, slowed down his pace, and slowly approached the battlefield with his sword in hand.

On the other side, the monk noticed that the strange young man was chasing him. He became anxious and felt a sense of oppression like a thorn in his back slowly approaching.

Noticing that the enemy was distracted, Yan Yunsheng seized the opportunity and slashed with great force, breaking through the heavy shadows of the sticks and leaving a hideous gash on the monk's arm.

The monk roared in pain, forced Yan Yunsheng back, covered his bleeding arm, turned his body, and put the two powerful enemies in front of him.

Seeing that the enemy was trapped, Yan Yunsheng put away his sword and respectfully saluted Zhu Haomiao who walked to his side.

"Inspector Li."

"Ah."

Zhu Haomiao looked at him admiringly, then nodded with a smile.

After just half a day of contact, the boy realized that Yan Yunsheng was worth training.

Although his current strength is not that strong, he has a solid foundation and a strong character. If he is cultivated well, he can at least become a middle-level cadre in the future.

If your comprehension and aptitude are better, your future will be limitless!
More importantly, judging from the trust that the members of the Anti-Theft Division had in him, this guy also had a high talent for management and could save him a lot of effort. In a flash, Zhu Haomiao's mind was full of thoughts, but his steps never stopped. He brushed past Yan Yunsheng and walked towards the monk who was facing a formidable enemy.

"Why did you break into the theft prevention department? What is your purpose?"

Listening to the young man's silent question, the monk sneered.

"Humph! You court lackeys, you arrested my fourth brother and are asking why? This is simply ridiculous!"

Upon hearing this, Zhu Haomiao looked directly at Yan Yunsheng: "Who is his fourth brother?"

However, Yan Yunsheng also looked bewildered: "I don't know."

Seeing this, the monk was silent for a moment and added.

"My fourth brother is known as Overlord Blade in the martial arts world! He was drinking in Lechangfang a month ago and was captured by you, the court's lackeys!"

Hearing this, Yan Yunsheng suddenly remembered.

"Oh! Is that the Overlord Blade who is wanted by the Navy for 73 murders?"

"Humph! No matter how many people my fourth brother kills, that's just a grudge!"

"The grudges in the martial world are the grudges in the martial world. It is not your turn as the lackeys of the imperial court to meddle in other people's business!"

After hearing this, Zhu Haomiao had roughly understood the reason. He stopped Yan Yunsheng who wanted to argue, and walked towards the monk with sword in hand.

"Grudges in the martial arts world?"

"Everything in the world is not the king's land, and the shores of the land are not the king's ministers!"

"You don't respect the king's laws. Do you want to rebel?"

However, to Zhu Haomiao's surprise, the monk sneered nonchalantly.

"What about rebellion?"

"The old emperor is a waste, so why not kill him?"

Zhu Haomiao was slightly stunned when he heard such outrageous words, but he reacted quickly.

In a world where extraordinary power is possessed by one, the majesty of the king is not as solid as imagined.

If your own strength is not strong enough, even if you are the emperor, you will not be able to suppress the unrest among the people below.

[Dazhen] Since the founding of the country, the number of emperors who died at the hands of assassins cannot be counted on one hand.

Not to mention those unlucky people who died inexplicably and were inexplicably "soluble in water"...

Only by building up one's own strength to the [Upper Third Grade] can one barely sit firmly on the supreme throne.

This is also the reason why martial arts talent is the most important factor when selecting the heir to the throne!
Zhu Haomiao suddenly realized the truth and didn't bother to talk any more. He picked up his sword and walked quickly. His body gradually accelerated and finally turned into a shadow and shot towards the monk.

Seeing this, the monk, as if facing a great enemy, clenched the Zen stick in his hand, and was about to raise his hand to attack, but the young man who was rushing forward with a sword suddenly raised his eyes, and the energy accumulated to the extreme burst out, and a terrifying light bloomed in his pupils that made him terrified.

【anger】

【Accumulate explosive power and destroy mountains】

The blood that overflowed from his eyes was pulled out by the rapid movement, leaving a gradually dissipating scarlet light band in the air. The young man's figure suddenly disappeared from the spot, and then appeared behind the enemy without any warning.

The body that was slightly leaning forward slowly stood up straight. Zhu Haomiao turned his back to the enemy and lightly swung the sword, shaking off a drop of blood remaining on the blade.

Behind him, the monk kept raising his hand to block, his pupils dilated little by little, and he turned his head slowly and stiffly.

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