Eagle Sauce: The 055 destroyer was launched into the sea just after the founding of the country?

"laugh--"

The sound of the hydraulic gas leaking out, like the devil's sigh, resounded like a triumphant song to Onitsuka, Gen-kun, and the others. The indestructible dark red armor, seemingly created by gods and demons, disintegrated and fell away piece by piece with a mechanical "click." Finally, it became a pile of heatless, lifeless steel parts scattered at the feet of the young warrior.

Seeing this scene, Onitsuka and the others' hearts, which had just been in their throats because the EMP grenade had failed to work, finally, with a "thump", completely relaxed.

If the Dragon Nation soldier hadn't taken off his armor, they might still have felt a bit apprehensive. No one knew when this "iron can" would regain its function. By then, they would still be fish on the chopping board.

But now... he actually took off his armor by himself.

Is he a fool?

A trace of incomprehensible confusion flashed across Ito Hirobumi's narrow eyes, but he quickly attributed this confusion to the other party's foolish arrogance after being forced into a desperate situation.

Without that armor, isn't he just an ordinary human being with bare hands?

No matter how strong he was, no matter how good he was at fighting, under the siege of these forty or so well-trained warriors holding sharp blades, even if he was a true superman, his only fate was to be chopped into pieces.

Stable.

This time, it's really stable.

A huge joy of regaining what had been lost instantly dispelled all the fear and anxiety. The faces of those young nobles once again showed the cruel and playful smiles that belonged to those in power.

"Hahaha! Stupid Chinese! He actually took off his turtle shell himself!"

"I've never seen such a stupid way to commit suicide! Is he showing us his useless, pathetic muscles?"

"Catch him! Cut off his head! Take it back and claim the credit for it to the CIA bosses!"

Gen-kun, who had been hiding in the background, now regained his courage. He pushed aside the two warriors blocking his way and walked to the front of the team with a look of pride. He bowed slightly to Onitsuka.

"Mr. Onitsuka," he volunteered in a voice filled with eagerness and confidence, "Please, please entrust me with the glorious task of decapitating this Dragon Countryman! I will use my 'Kiku-ichimonji' to personally wash away the shame we have just suffered!"

Guizhong glanced at the little guy who was eager to show off, then glanced at the young man from Longguo in the distance who was shirtless and doing a strange boxing stance that he couldn't understand. A trace of disdain flashed in his one eye.

"Go ahead," he agreed casually. To him, it made no difference who struck the first blow.

Having received permission, Yuan Jun's face immediately revealed an expression of ecstasy! With a "clang", he pulled out from his waist his family heirloom sword, the scabbard of which was inlaid with sixteen-petal chrysanthemum patterns in pure gold.

"To die under the sword of mine, the 'Kikuichimonji Norimune,' bestowed by His Majesty the Emperor," he raised his long sword high. The sharp blade, against the backdrop of the surrounding firelight, reflected an icy cold light. With a superior and extremely arrogant attitude, he announced to Ma Xiaojun in the distance, "This is the highest blessing that you lowly Dragon Nation pariahs have always dreamed of...!"

He then stopped talking and kicked his legs hard, his clogs clattering against the ground with a resounding thud! He transformed into a white afterimage, slashing straight at Ma Xiaojun's neck with a standard, textbook, and exquisite swordsmanship stance!

He seemed to have seen that in the next second, the opponent's head would soar into the sky under his glorious sword.

However, facing this swift and fierce attack, Ma Xiaojun didn't even bother to raise his eyelids. He even wore a disdainful sneer on his face.

Don't dodge, don't avoid.

Just before the "Kiku-Ichimonji" that was flashing with a cold light was about to touch his skin, his right fist, which had been kept in a boxing stance, suddenly swung forward straight and fast at a speed that was several times faster than that of the opponent and could not be captured by the naked eye!

"boom--!!!!"

A terrifying roar, which should not have been made by the collision of flesh and blood and steel, and was extremely dull, like two high-speed locomotives colliding head-on, suddenly exploded!

The famous sword that Yuan Jun regarded as the glory of his family, which was made of the finest jade steel and could cut hair with a single blow, came into contact with Ma Xiaojun's seemingly ordinary fist covered with flesh and blood.

Surprisingly, starting from the tip of the knife, it shattered inch by inch like fragile glass!

Countless metal fragments shot out in all directions!

However, Ma Xiaojun's fist, which was covered with a faint, almost invisible blood-red aura, remained intact!

"How can it be?!"

All the expressions on Yuan Jun's handsome face froze. He stared blankly at the "treasure sword" in his hand, which only had a hilt left. His mind was completely blank.

But Ma Xiaojun didn't give him any time to react.

After that punch, his body leaned forward, and the center of gravity of his entire body was on his right shoulder.

Bajiquan, Tieshan Lean.

"boom--!"

Ma Xiaojun's seemingly not very strong shoulder hit Yuan Jun's fragile chest which was wide open due to the huge shock!

At that moment, Yuan Jun felt as if he had been struck head-on by a mad prehistoric elephant! A pure, brutal force, beyond his comprehension, emanated from the other party's body, instantly shattering all of his internal organs and bones!

He didn't even have time to scream.

His young, aristocratic body was like a baseball hit by a home runner. It flew backwards with a "whoosh" at a speed that was countless times faster than when he rushed over!

His body drew a long, desperate parabola in the air, flew dozens of meters away, crashed into a crumbling and broken wall, and was finally completely buried under countless bricks and rubble.

Life or death, unknown.

Seeing this scene, a group of Sakura people who thought they had a sure win and had even started discussing how to divide the bounty were completely stunned.

Their movements, the smiles on their faces, their arrogant expressions full of victorious attitudes, all froze in that instant, and then, like a plaster statue shattered by a hammer, they peeled off piece by piece.

They just stared blankly at the young man from Dragon Country who stood there motionless, shirtless. Then they looked at the distance, at the still collapsing ruins, with only a huge hole left.

There was only a blank space in my mind, filled with a huge sense of absurdity and fear.

impossible……

How is this going? !

Yuanjun... is just... gone?

"Monster...monster!" Finally, someone could no longer bear the huge psychological gap of falling from heaven to hell. He let out a shrill scream, threw the samurai sword in his hand to the ground with a clang, then turned around and fled into the darkness behind him.

However, he had only taken two steps.

A cold, sharp blade flashed by.

"Pfft."

A large head shot up into the sky, rolled twice in the air, and then fell heavily to the ground. The face of the head still showed the great fear it had experienced before escaping death.

It's Onitsuka.

He slowly retracted his knife, then gently shook off the silky, hot blood on the blade. His single, cold, emotionless eye slowly scanned all the "companions" present who were trembling with fear and looking ashen after being frightened by his move.

"Is this the 'glory' of a Yamato warrior?" he asked coldly, his voice filled with endless disappointment and contempt. "Are you worthy enough to be descendants of the Emperor?"

"Now, across from us, there's only one human being who has taken off his armor."

"If you still want to run now, then even if I let you escape, who the hell are you?!"

"Everyone, draw your swords! Charge like real warriors!"

His words were like red-hot whips, lashing out at everyone's self-esteem. A mad flame of fear, anger, and desperation reignited in the eyes of the young nobles, who had already completely collapsed.

They picked up the knives on the ground, roared, and rushed like a tide towards the man who, in their eyes, was no longer a human being, but a real monster that was even more terrifying than the orcs.

……

Ten minutes later.

"Pony! Pony! How are you?!"

Wang Zhenbang and Li Tie finally arrived. They broke through the wall and came to this messy alley filled with the smell of blood.

Then, they saw it.

The entire alley was littered with mutilated corpses, broken blades, and splattered blood.

Ma Xiaojun, with his upper body naked, stood quietly in the middle of the sea of ​​corpses and blood.

There were no obvious scars on his body.

And at his feet, there was only one person left, still dying and gasping for breath...the one-eyed dragon.