Quick Wear: Cousin, Come to the Bowl Quickly

"Kill them!"

The moment he finished speaking, the last trace of hypocrisy on Suzuki's face completely disappeared. He suddenly snatched the samurai sword from the hands of the samurai next to him, and the blade cut through the air and chopped down at Shen Jingyuan's head!

Shen Jingyuan's eyes suddenly tightened, and he reacted extremely quickly, kicking the edge of the heavy mahogany desk hard.

"boom!"

The heavy desk was kicked over with great force and crashed straight into Suzuki who was rushing towards him.

Suzuki didn't expect Shen Jingyuan to react so quickly. His face changed and he quickly put away his knife and dodged to the side. The desk brushed against the corner of his clothes and fell down with a loud thud.

"Baga!" Suzuki looked at the fallen desk and roared in frustration, "Kill them!"

The surrounding warriors suddenly woke up as if from a dream, and like a pack of enraged wolves, they raised their swords and pounced on Lin Xi and the others.

Shen Jingyuan pulled Lin Xi tightly in front of him, aimed at the nearest warrior's sword, dodged sideways, and kicked hard, hitting the warrior in the chest.

"Crack!" A clear sound of bone breaking was heard, and the warrior screamed and flew backwards like a kite with a broken string, knocking down two people behind him.

At the same time, Shen Jingyuan moved as fast as lightning, accurately grabbed the wrist of another warrior holding the knife, twisted it hard, and snatched the long knife from his hand the moment the warrior let go in pain.

The moment he picked up the knife, without any hesitation, he turned his wrist and chopped it with his backhand. The samurai sword flashed with cold light and drew a cold arc in the air.

"Pfft!"

Blood spurted out, and a warrior who tried to attack from the side had his hand cut off at the wrist, letting out a shrill howl.

Although Lin Xi subconsciously closed her eyes tightly the moment the scream sounded, when the warm liquid splashed on the corners of her eyes and cheeks, she couldn't help but tremble all over and clenched her teeth tightly.

"Hold on to me, don't be afraid." Noticing Lin Xi's body suddenly tensed up, Shen Jingyuan swung his sword, forcing back the warriors who surrounded him. He tilted his head slightly and comforted her in a gentle voice.

Suzuki, who was not far away, saw this scene and his eyes couldn't help but become a little gloomy.

He tightened his grip on the hilt of his sword and roared at the warriors through gritted teeth, "For the honor of the empire, charge!"

Upon hearing this, the warriors immediately rushed forward again with roars like fighting dogs that had been injected with chicken blood.

Shen Jingyuan held a knife in one hand, blocking or slashing as the knife flashed, while the other hand always firmly protected Lin Xi, moving back and forth in the knife light.

He was worthy of being a graduate of Pujiang Military Academy and had been working in the military camp for many years. Facing the enemies who were like wolves and tigers and were rushing towards him one after another, he did not panic at all. His swordsmanship was fierce and precise. He could always resolve the fatal attacks with the smallest movement, and even kill the opponents.

But Suzuki was obviously determined to kill, and the warriors seemed to be brainwashed, completely disregarding casualties. After one wave was repelled, a new wave immediately rushed up desperately. There were only dozens of people, but they managed to create the posture of an army of thousands.

Two fists are no match for four hands. Even though Shen Jingyuan could fight ten people at once, his breathing gradually became heavy under the opponent's relentless attack, and his arms and back were cut by the blade.

Blood flowed down his arm, soaking his dark suit, but the hand that was protecting Lin Xi never loosened.

Lin Xi was protected by him in front of him. Although she was not injured, she couldn't help but turn pale when she heard the endless screams in her ears, felt the violent ups and downs of Shen Jingyuan's chest and the occasional tense muscles due to pain.

"Bang!" Shen Jingyuan kicked away a warrior who was rushing towards him for no apparent number of times, but when he retracted his leg, his trouser leg was almost cut by another blade.

He slapped the knife out of the man's hand with his backhand, took two steps back with Lin Xi, gasped for breath, and calmed his breathing.

Just as he was catching his breath, Lin Xi suddenly caught a glimpse of a strange, bright knife light in his peripheral vision, which was silently stabbing towards Shen Jingyuan's unprotected ribs from an extremely tricky angle.

"Be careful!" It was almost an instinctive reaction. Lin Xi's mind went blank and she screamed with all her strength. At the same time, she suddenly reached out and pushed Shen Jingyuan hard.

Shen Jingyuan was concentrating on staring at the enemy in front of him. Lin Xi's sudden push made him stagger and sway to the side.

It was this sway that allowed him to narrowly avoid the fatal knife. The tip of the knife grazed his suit, cutting a slit.

Shen Jingyuan was instantly frightened and broke out in a cold sweat. Without hesitation, he swung his sword and cut off the neck of the warrior who was attacking him.

As blood gushed out, he quickly turned around and saw Lin Xi falling to the ground due to excessive force. He rolled awkwardly to avoid the blade of another warrior who followed closely behind.

Seeing that his attack missed, the warrior's face became even more ferocious. He raised the samurai sword again and was about to bring it down on the head of Lin Xi, who had just turned over and had not yet stood firm.

Shen Jingyuan's eyes were bloodshot and his heart was filled with anger. He ignored the attack from behind and twisted his body forcefully. The samurai sword in his hand turned into a residual shadow in the air. At the moment before the samurai's sword was about to fall on Lin Xi, he cut it into two pieces.

"Zheng!"

The sharp sound of metal colliding suddenly rang out. Shen Jingyuan didn't care about the severe pain in his knuckles that was cracked by the shock. He swung down the broken blade in his hand and chopped it on the warrior's shoulder.

"Ah--!" The extremely shrill scream almost pierced the eardrums. The warrior covered the bleeding wound on his broken arm, staggered to the ground, and let out a howl that was not like a human voice.

Lin Xi, who was sitting not far from him with his head and face covered in boiling blood, seemed to be completely awakened by the tragic scene and the smell of blood. His body shook violently, and a hint of ruthlessness flashed in his distracted eyes.

She seemed to be driven by some kind of survival instinct, and she almost crawled forward, grabbed the severed hand that was still tightly holding the knife, and broke the knife off with force. Then, she gripped the handle of the knife with both hands, gritted her teeth and chopped down the neck of the warrior who was still wailing and rolling on the ground!

"puff!"

The shrill screams stopped abruptly.

Warm blood splattered all over her body and face again.

Lin Xi seemed to be possessed by a demon, half-kneeling in a pool of blood, mechanically swinging the knife at the almost severed neck again and again.

Until the head was only connected to the torso by a layer of flesh, her light-colored cheongsam had already been soaked with blood and dyed red.

Her originally neatly tied bun was completely disheveled, sticking wetly to her pale cheeks, mixed with blood, making her look like a vengeful ghost that had crawled out of the blood pool in hell, which was terrifying.

This horrifying scene finally made the surrounding warriors, who seemed to be insensitive to pain and fearless of death, stop in their tracks, fear in their eyes, and they subconsciously took half a step back.

Shen Jingyuan took this opportunity, flew forward, picked up a knife that belonged to an unknown corpse, and kicked away the unrecognizable corpse in front of Lin Xi. He stretched out his long arm and pulled Lin Xi, who was still mechanically swinging the knife, up from the pool of blood. He quickly retreated to the corner of the wall, held the knife across his chest, and vigilantly glanced at the frightened enemies around him.

Lin Xi held the half-broken knife tightly in his hand, his nostrils filled with the disgusting smell of blood, and his body was shaking uncontrollably.

Feeling her trembling shoulders and cold body temperature, Shen Jingyuan's face was so gloomy that it seemed as if water was about to drip out of it.

He brought the person closer to his chest, quickly turned his head, and whispered to her ear, which was soaked with blood and sweat, in a voice as steady and calm as possible: "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, he's already dead."

Lin Xi, who seemed to be trapped in a nightmare of killing, suddenly widened her eyes after hearing this familiar and gentle voice. Her dilated pupils refocused, reflecting the blood-stained half of Shen Jingyuan's face.

Her body trembled violently, as if she had suddenly woken up from a nightmare, and she murmured with trembling lips.

"Shen Jingyuan... I... I killed someone..."

"Yeah." Shen Jingyuan pursed his lips and stretched out his free hand to tuck the messy hair that was stuck to her cheek and wet with blood behind her ears. "Very impressive."