After retiring from the Navy, I became a doting husband.

"Damn it, you dare hit my man! I'll chop you up in a heartbeat."

Django covered his mouth in anger, glaring at the person in front of him.

"Master, let me handle him!"

A bald henchman stepped forward, and as soon as he got close, there was a loud "snap," and he immediately shook his head like a rattle drum.

The man's eyes had turned cross-eyed, and he was still feeling dizzy.

"Come and chop me up! Stop talking nonsense and let me see your strength!"

Martin approached them, staring directly into the eyes of the menacing swordsmen.

Django came to challenge the dojo, and he's no pushover; otherwise, he wouldn't have dared to bring a bunch of people to cause trouble at the Chessboard Kendo Dojo.

The knife in his hand was no joke.

Immediately, Jiang Ge swung his sword down, striking the burly man's right arm.

He wouldn't dare chop someone's head off, after all, there were security teams here, and if he caused a death, no matter how well he did, he wouldn't escape the bounty hunters.

If we're going to challenge them, drawing some blood shouldn't be a problem.

rub!

The blow landed squarely, but Jiang Ge was stunned.

The sharp blade didn't cause the slightest harm to the opponent; it only left a white mark on the opponent's arm without damaging a single hair.

Am I holding the knife upside down?

Snapped!

With a crisp slap, Jiang Ge fell to the ground with a thud, feeling a burning pain on his left cheek, and half of his neck was almost twisted from the slap.

"Hey kid, didn't you eat? You dare to hang around like this if you haven't eaten? If you're going to chop someone, chop harder! Chop harder!"

Martin shouted a warning, the other man's blade already in his hand.

He examined the black knife closely, probed it with his fingers, and then gripped the blade tightly.

With a clang, the black blade snapped in two.

The group stared at each other in disbelief. What weapon did Django use? How could it break so easily?

I've seen arrogant people before, but I've never seen anyone this arrogant. He actually slapped their leader twice right in front of them and even broke the sword that the swordsman considered his life.

"Brothers... brothers, charge!"

Django roared as he crawled.

As the owner of the Blackwater Kendo Dojo, he had never encountered anyone who dared to slap him in the face and break his black sword. Damn it, he was going to chop this guy to pieces.

So a dozen or so swordsmen began to punch and kick Martin wildly, smashing all sorts of swords, knives, and clubs onto him.

Unfortunately, after the dozen or so swordsmen had been attacking in disbelief for half an hour, they all collapsed to the ground. Of course, they weren't beaten, but rather they were simply too exhausted to continue.

"A bunch of cowards, haven't they all eaten?"

Martin roared, occasionally grabbing a few slaps from the ground.

"Take this! The Blackwater Sword!"

Django took the other knife and unleashed his special skill, his blade transforming into a winding black light that slashed out in an instant.

rub!

The black light struck the burly man in front of him, but there was no reaction. The man curled his lip and said, "It uses the rapid twitching generated by the softening of the arm to unleash an attack with a tricky angle. The speed and angle are easy to defend against. No wonder it is called the Black Water Sword."

Martin shouted, "Sword, come!"

Jason immediately handed over a knife with both hands.

Martin swung his arm, and suddenly a black shadow burst from the blade, slicing across Django's chest like a whip, tearing open his clothes.

"What?! You've actually learned my Blackwater Sword technique!"

At this moment, Django felt like he was going crazy.

He started learning swordsmanship at the age of five, surpassed his peers in the kendo dojo at the age of eight, became the number one disciple at the age of twelve, and became the master of the Blackwater Kendo Dojo at the age of twenty. From then on, he was awe-inspiring, and everyone in the dojo respectfully called him "Blackwater Sword Django"!

He had practiced the Black Water Sword for twenty years; it was his signature move, and once unleashed, almost no swordsman could withstand it.

Now not only have we been blocked, but the opponent has even learned from us?

"The Blackwater Sword? Nothing special..."

Martin shook his head slightly.

His Observation Haki allowed him to completely capture the opponent's sword-wielding movements.

If you're not proficient in paper drawing, you definitely won't understand how the opponent launches an attack.

The principle isn't difficult. Just as an iron block can be partially transformed into an iron block, a paper drawing can also be partially transformed into a paper drawing. At the moment of the strike, the opponent's arm is instantly transformed into a paper drawing, and the muscles are used to drive the blade, resulting in a rapid slash with a tricky angle.

A flash of light!

A patch of hair was shaved off Django's head.

Another flash of light, and Django's pants fell straight to the ground.

Another flash of light, and Jiang Ge's blade fell to the ground; he was disarmed.

The others were completely bewildered and dumbfounded.

Seeing this, Django knew he had kicked a hornet's nest.

Fortunately, he has always been able to adapt to changing circumstances.

So he simply knelt down before the burly man in front of him, crying and pleading, "Brother, please let me go, I...I know I was wrong."

"Wrong? Then let's just go with the flow." Martin laughed, a ferocious laugh that made Django's anus tighten.

"This... what do you want, brother?" Jiang Ge asked, mustering his courage.

Martin didn't speak, but simply pointed to the space between his legs.

what! ?

Jiang Ge was ashen-faced and heartbroken.

Those exhausted men who were lying on the ground were terrified.

did not expect……

I never expected this burly man to be that kind of person.

"A scholar can be killed, but not humiliated. I will never submit to your tyranny."

Under the watchful eyes of his underlings, Django mustered his courage and uttered the most cultured words of his life.

Snapped!

His response was a resounding slap, instantly shattering his fearless and heroic expression.

"Big brother, I'll do it, I'll do it..." Jiang Ge knelt down in front of the other person's legs with a sob in his voice, then looked ahead with tear-filled eyes, his stomach churning.

Then, gritting his teeth, he reached out and pulled down the other person's pants.

Snapped!

As soon as he made a move, Django was kicked in the face and sent flying.

Martin, looking embarrassed, said, "Who the hell told you to take my pants off? I wanted you guys to attack my groin area for your training, what were you thinking?"

What?

So it wasn't that kind of thing after all?

The others breathed a sigh of relief, as if they had seen the dawn of a new day, but unfortunately Django had already passed out.

Unbeknownst to them, the most frightened was Martin. He had originally intended to train his localized iron body so that these troublemakers would attack his vital areas, showcasing his true manly strength and completely subduing his opponents.

As a result, Django immediately took off his pants, which scared him so much that he almost kicked the other guy to death.

Don't you even use your brain? Do you think I, Martin, am the kind of person who likes to take the wrong path?

Pooh!

What a crude brute!

Chapter 69 Old Sha

Dark clouds obscured the sun, and a continuous drizzle fell.

Thousands of raindrops fell from the sky to the mortal world, splashing up countless droplets.

On the quiet, deserted streets of the small town, only a few people hurried by and quickly disappeared around the corner.

"I can't believe it's raining. I hate rain."

A man in a long coat looked disdainfully at the sky above a black fur coat.

He had slicked-back hair, a long horizontal scar on his face, an earring in his right ear, and a cigar in his mouth.

He didn't move, but instead kept his eyes and ears open, carefully observing his surroundings, as if waiting for something.

There was a bluish halo around the man, which had washed away all the rainwater, leaving him completely untouched.

The rain kept falling.

The atmosphere was not harmonious.

The continuous drizzle seemed endless.

The man's patience seemed endless.

Gradually, the sunlight dimmed, and the surroundings became pitch black. The pedestrians on the road disappeared, and it was unclear whether they had gone to take shelter from the rain or gone somewhere else.

From a distance, this narrow street appears both deep and dark.

Not a single light was on in the shops and residential buildings on both sides of the street, as if no one lived on the entire street, and apart from the sound of raindrops, there was no other sound in the world.

The sky was overcast and deathly silent, and the light grew dimmer and dimmer.

at last,