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Chapter 283 The Massacre of the Lun Warriors (Please subscribe, read, vote and comment)
The people in the International Gang are not fools.

They knew very well that the people in the fleeing convoy were not as dangerous as a single Jedi Knight.

But these people were too afraid of Martin's strength. They were afraid that if they chased the fleeing convoy, Martin would follow them and hit them in the butt, and they would be completely finished.

Instead of being killed from behind in humiliation, why not fight the Jedi head-on? Maybe you can win?
But after the fight started, the members of the International Gang fell into a pursuit trap, and all their energy was focused on how to catch Martin.

They couldn't move their guns as fast as Martin, and the floating ruins of the buildings blocked their view.

"I found him!"

Members of the International Gang blocked Martin.

They predicted Martin's actions and drilled into a collapsed floor from four directions. The weighing columns of this floor had not collapsed completely, and the ruins were supported by the columns, forming a narrow space of 20 meters square.

"Open fire, kill him, kill him, and we'll leave immediately!"

The team leader stood outside and shouted at the top of his lungs, asking the people inside to hold on, while ordering his men outside to rush in to provide reinforcements.

"It seems like you are blocking me, but in fact, I am the one who caught you!"

Martin smiled slightly, holding the lightsaber in both hands and turning it, rebounding all the beams onto the International Gang members in front.

Dozens of beams of light were concentrated in one direction, directly turning the man into a sieve. The high temperature directly carbonized his internal organs and took his life.
Martin had a cold expression on his face. After bouncing the beam back, he changed from the third defensive sword style to the second one-on-one duel sword style. He turned his wrist and used the Su Qin back sword move to block the blaster attack from behind.

He didn't even turn his head, and the lightsaber slashed upwards, like a hot knife cutting through butter, easily cutting off the arm of the person behind him, then turned around and stabbed it into the opponent's heart.

After taking care of the two enemies, more members of the International Gang rushed in. When they saw the green light, they pulled the trigger without saying a word.

They don't care about accuracy, they only care about quantity.

"Jedi Knights are also human beings. There is nothing to be afraid of. We have more people. As long as we attack fast enough, we will definitely be able to kill them!"

The team leaders said things that they themselves did not believe, but that was all they could say.

They had a chance to escape before, but now they don’t even have that chance. Even if these team leaders could escape, they couldn’t avoid punishment from their superiors.

"Go, everyone! Kill this damn Jedi!"

Martin frowned. The fear, anger and irritability in this small space seemed to replace the air, irritating his nose and stirring his heart that was immersed in the light.

"You think too highly of yourselves!"

Martin swung the lightsaber quickly, like a rotating light wheel, and all the light beams flying directly at him were bounced back.

The members of the International Gang did not have the reaction speed of the Jedi Knights. Faced with the rapidly returning light beams, they did not even have the chance to react. Their chests were pierced and they kicked off to meet Qui-Gon Jinn.

Oh, I'm afraid there is no Qui-Gon Jinn in this world!

These people are not Jedi Knights. After they die, they will go to hell and be tortured by those evil spirits.

The stirring light and shadow made the narrow space flicker. The members of the International Gang could not see Martin's figure clearly. They could only see a green lightsaber and a red beam of the blaster constantly colliding, which created spots of light and stimulated these people's eyes.

"I can't take it anymore!"

The extremely depressing atmosphere, the threat of death following you everywhere, the lightsaber that seems to be attached to your neck
These things combined together finally drove the ordinary members of the International Gang crazy. They threw down their blasters and cried and shouted to escape from the passage.

"Everyone, go back. The mission is not completed. Hmm."

The team leader tried to save the devastated morale, but before he could finish his words, his mouth was covered by the Force and he was violently dragged towards the place where the light and shadow were most violently stirred.

Chi!
Martin held the sword in one hand and stabbed forward quickly, piercing directly through the hearts of these team leaders, sending them off this world in a way that they could not feel any pain.

Seeing the team leader's body fall to the ground, the last bit of courage in the hearts of the few International Gang members who stayed behind was shattered.

They looked at the Jedi Knight who was slowly approaching, his face illuminated by the cyan light of the lightsaber, screamed like a little girl, and then turned around and ran away.

Martin still showed mercy.

Although these individuals participated in the attack on the charity, they were only acting on the orders of others and no brutal crimes were committed by individuals.

More importantly, he was not interested in a massacre, so he deliberately slowed down his advance to give them a chance to escape.

Otherwise, none of these people can escape from his grasp.

"Alas, I am still a kind-hearted person after all!"

Although Martin wanted to give them a chance to live, it didn't mean he would just give up.

He was about to contact Barry when he heard screams coming from outside.

"No, spare my life!"

"We are not our own people, why do you want to attack our own people?"

"Assholes, you guys won't have an easy life after I die!"

A noisy sound came from outside. Cursing, begging, and scolding were mixed in with the sound of gunfire and screams. It seemed like a chaotic mess.

Martin smelled the smell of barbecue and realized that something was wrong. He rushed out of the ruins and saw a tall humanoid creature wearing black armor covered with gray cloth, wielding an execution axe and slaughtering members of the International Gang.

Relying on the strength of his armor, he rushed directly into the crowd, and without saying a word, he swung his axe and chopped all the people in front of him into two.

The internal organs mixed with the blood flowed all over the ground, quickly dyeing the construction debris on the ruins red.

The person who was dismembered did not die immediately. He still retained consciousness and was tortured by the physical pain. With unwillingness and hatred, he walked towards death step by step.

"Deserters have no right to survive. You have failed to complete your mission, so you should accept the punishment of death!"

A tall stranger in armor, speaking an obscure alien language.

Humans don't understand.

They raised their blasters and fired wildly at the armored warrior, trying to shoot the bastard into a hornet's nest.

But the guns in their hands were not powerful enough to break through the deflection shields on the armored warriors, and all the beams were bounced away by the armor.

There were a few people with red eyes, who seemed to be driven crazy. They pulled out their grenades, rushed forward together, and hugged the armored warrior's hands and feet.

Boom!
The grenade exploded, shrapnel flew everywhere, dust rose up, and the person who was committing suicide was blown into a bloody mist by the grenade.

"Stupid primitive, you can't hurt me with just power weapons!"

The armored warrior walked out of the smoke, brushed off the dust and blood on his body, and made a mocking sound. The members of the International Gang saw this scene, their faces turned pale, and everyone lost the will to resist, standing in place waiting for the warrior's giant axe to chop down.

"Death is the only outcome for deserters. You should be thankful. I am in a hurry today, so I have simplified the punishment process."

"How about otherwise?"

Martin rolled over and landed in front of the International Gang members, with a lightsaber in his hand, blocking the falling execution axe.

He was a little surprised that the lightsaber did not cut off the axe directly, but after a moment, he reacted, pressed down with both hands to push away the execution axe, stepped forward, and swept the lightsaber out, hitting the opponent's neck directly.

The armored warrior was two meters and five centimeters tall and had a sturdy build, but he was very agile. He retreated backwards, barely avoiding the sweep of the lightsaber, then used the force of the retreat to spin his body, swung the execution axe, and chopped it hard at Martin's head.

The execution axe came from above, creating a strong wind pressure that blew up Martin's robe.

Facing the powerful attack, he did not dodge, but swung the lightsaber in his hand quickly, launching dozens of attacks in an instant. The lightsaber covered the strong man like a city wall from all directions.

The armor on the armored warrior's body was unable to resist the power of the lightsaber, and was cut open by wounds, tearing open the dark gray skin and emitting the smell of burnt flesh.

"Roar--"

The armored warrior was stimulated by the pain to unleash the potential of his body. The moment the lightsaber fell on his body, he rolled on the ground and avoided the fatal attack.

If this were not the case, he would not have been simply burned, but would have been pierced by the lightsaber and chopped into a dozen different pieces.

Martin turned his wrist, pointed the tip of his lightsaber downward, and said to the armored warrior who got up from the ground, "I began to wonder when a bunch of ignorant dark force users appeared in the galaxy. It turns out they are the wild men of the Knights of Ren."

The Knights of Ren are a group of raiders in the Milky Way. All of their members are sensitive to the dark force. Except for the leader of the Knights of Ren, the other members have not received rigorous training.

There are actually many organizations like this in the Milky Way, such as the Witches of Dathomir and the Force researchers scattered around the world, all of whom are such people.

Although the legend of the Knights of Ren has been passed down for centuries, its scope of dissemination is very limited. Few people on the Outer Ring planets know about it, let alone the Inner Ring planets.

Of course, Martin knew that the Knights of Ren were just dogs of Emperor Palpatine, and these guys were just fragile children in front of the Jedi Order and could be knocked down with a slap.

"I thought we were going to deal with a Sith today, but it turned out to be a bunch of savages like you!"

Martin waved his hand, forcibly suppressing the negative emotions of the International Gang members, allowing them to get out of the fear of being slaughtered and leave the place immediately.

"The world is really going downhill. Doesn't the emperor have any capable people under his command? Why did he send a bunch of you to hunt me down?"

Martin made full use of the Jedi Knights' advantage in eloquence and criticized the Knights of Ren for nothing.

Although this is indeed the case, even by the standards of the underworld, the Samurai of Lun are not outstanding.

They lead a nomadic life and cannot even maintain a piece of land. They can only wander around the universe on their spaceships, calling it freedom, but in fact they have no ability to form a larger organization.

Both the Jedi and the Sith look down on such people.

The only difference is that when the Jedi Order sees an organization like the Knights of Ren, they will definitely eradicate them.

Emperor Palpatine recruited these dark force-sensitives as a way out after failure.

"Even if you are the Grand Master of the Jedi Order, you are not qualified to insult the Knights of Ren!"

The tall warrior got up from the ground. His armor had been pierced by the lightsaber and had become tattered, so he simply stripped off the armor on his upper body, revealing skin as white as gray rock.

"Remember Master Martin, my name is Appleke!"

He did not take off his helmet, but held the execution axe in both hands, ready for battle.

"You have to be right!"

Martin took a fighting stance and said in a deep voice, "Insects like you who live in darkness and have no value to the Milky Way are not even qualified for me to judge you!"

"Suffer to death!"

A sharp light flashed in his eyes. He took a step forward, crossed a distance of more than ten meters, and came in front of the armored warrior.

With both arms raised, his left hand pressed down and his right hand lifted up, he danced out the powerful five-type sword style, attacking with his lightsaber. The Force flowed in his body, increasing his speed and strength all the time.

Aplek of the Knights of Ren is a dark force-sensitive. Although he has not received formal force training, he can still use the force to help himself.

He tried to use the Force to strengthen his physique, wielding the ancient Mandalorian execution axe made of Beskar steel, blocking left and right, and blocking Martin's lightsaber.

The silver Beskar steel axe handle collided with the lightsaber, and although it was not cut off by the high temperature, it was burned into pieces.

"Weapons made of Beskar steel can indeed block lightsabers, but how long can you last?"

At this moment, the difference between the two was obvious. Applek was panting, and although he did not look embarrassed because of the helmet, his heavy breathing had already exposed his weakness.

Martin's sword-dancing speed became faster and faster, and his strength became stronger and stronger, and he even had enough energy to taunt his opponent.

"Suffer to death!"

Martin suddenly changed from form five to form two, and his powerful slashing turned into a swift straight stabbing. He held the sword in one hand and turned into a shadow, stabbing directly into Applek's heart.

At the critical moment, Applek grabbed the axe handle with both hands and pushed it upwards. The axe handle was instantly burned red by the high temperature of the lightsaber, but it also helped him avoid the fatal stab.

"Don't be too happy too early!"

Martin gripped the hilt with both hands and swept it to the left along the axe handle.

Between losing his weapon and losing his right hand, Applek chose his own hand and released his left hand in time, thus avoiding the fate of having his fingers cut off by the lightsaber.

Then, Martin shook it downwards. The giant axe held in one hand could not be stabilized, and instead began to rotate with its owner.

Applek didn't try to steady himself. He wanted to use the force to roll on the ground and get rid of the Jedi in front of him.

But he overestimated his own strength and underestimated Martin's power.

Before the Ren Warrior could even react, Martin spun around, came behind this guy, swept his lightsaber across, directly cutting off his legs, then raised his hand and used the Force to pin him to the ground.

"Don't resist!"

He said to the Ren warrior Aplek who was pinned to the ground by the Force: "I know what you are waiting for. Your tricks are nothing in front of me. Just surrender and stop dreaming!"

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