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"Bakana!" The samurai roared again, and at the same time, a flash of the sword descended.
I had no choice but to raise my blade to meet it, but the Wakizashi in my hand was merely a short weapon. How could it possibly withstand a weapon like the Samurai's sword?
The force of the blade shook my hands, causing my grip on the Wakizashi to falter. I was never particularly skilled in close combat, and strength had always been my weak point, so I had no advantage in this contest of power.
The samurai was clearly not an ordinary opponent; the force he wielded was something I had only felt from Zhang Fan and Red Boy. Oh, and Wang Ni as well.
However, Zhang Fan had been on a mission with Red Boy recently, and I hadn't seen Wang Ni for quite some time. After the attack on JZ Normal University, which likely targeted Wang Ni, she had been kept under wraps.
Recently, the Heavenly Bureau of Human Affairs was truly short-staffed; women were being used like men, and men were treated like livestock.
Look at me; I had to step out to negotiate with someone like him. Fortunately, I still had decent connections and could call in a few helpers.
Seeing that I was already showing signs of defeat, the samurai immediately pressed his advantage. He twisted his blade in mid-air, changing his attack from a downward strike to an upward thrust.
I definitely couldn't take that hit; the trajectory of the thrust was too unpredictable. The samurai would surely change his move as I attempted to counter.
Japanese kendo is like this; it relies heavily on strange and extreme techniques. It's rare for two samurai to draw their swords and exchange several blows; usually, victory is decided within just a few moves. A skilled swordsman can even sheathe their sword before their opponent starts to bleed out.
Of course, there are also brute-force techniques in Japanese swordsmanship, like the one being used by the man in front of me, who employed a more savage style.
The characteristic of a Japanese sword is its sharpness; however, it is not suited for chopping hard objects. For that purpose, our Chinese broadsword is far more effective.
If I had a weapon capable of withstanding the Japanese sword right now, I wouldn't be so suppressed. But all I had was a Wakizashi, so I could only temporarily evade its edge.
With Wind Walk activated, I leaned back and slid several steps along the floor as the Japanese sword sliced just past my nose, narrowly avoiding that strike.
I figured that the samurai didn't expect me to evade in such a manner; his movement momentarily stalled. However, his combat experience was not lacking; he quickly regained his composure and responded accordingly.
The blade pointed downward, the Wakizashi slashed toward me at an angle. I was half-lying on the ground; if I were an ordinary person, there would be little chance to react. Even if I dodged this downward thrust, I wouldn't escape the next strike.
With the next strike, as long as the samurai swung to the side, how could I dodge? There was simply no way to evade it!
In this moment of crisis, I quickly devised a plan and hurled the Wakizashi directly at the samurai's face. If he didn't block it, we would both end up injured!
My reaction was to throw the Wakizashi, and because I made that choice, it was already too late for me to think about dodging. All the options were in the samurai's hands; if he wasn't afraid of pain, we would both take a hit! However, if he withdrew to defend himself, that would create an opening for me to react.
As it turned out, the samurai was indeed afraid of death. With a flick of his wrist, he deflected the Wakizashi away.
This was my opportunity.
I focused my gaze and slammed my palm onto the ground, using the force to propel myself into the air. I conjured a Fire Talisman and created a large wall of flames in front of the samurai.
I realized I was just support material; why did I have to compete with an assassin who could kill in an instant? While I couldn't match him in strength, I had control. Couldn't I just wear him down slowly?
I took off the Octagonal Taiji from around my neck and summoned the Taiji Diagram, enveloping the samurai within its range.
"Pardon!" I shouted loudly as the Taiji Diagram suddenly contracted, wrapping around the samurai and rendering him immobile while he maintained a slashing posture.
The Taiji Diagram wasn't without weaknesses; although it had strong binding power, it was also quite easy to evade. Thus, it could only be used as a surprise move. If used as an opening attack, even a chicken could dodge it.
The reason surprise moves exist is that they catch opponents off guard. My Taiji Diagram might be easy to evade, but once successful, it could determine victory or defeat.
At this moment, I finally had time to assess Dynasty Ma Han and his three companions. To my surprise, those four brothers were having a great time.
The three under Dynasty were already lying on the ground; anyone who dared to lift their head would find themselves knocked back down by Dynasty's swift strikes. The three Black Suits looked pitifully glued to the ground.
Ma Han was even more excessive; two Black Suits were already down beside him, their life or death unknown. One was pinned to the ground by Ma Han, who meticulously struck them one by one while gazing at the two unconscious Black Suits as if blaming them for being so weak.
Zhang Long was much more courteous; he had quickly dealt with all three Black Suits. The three were piled together while Zhang Long sat on top of them, boredly watching me and the samurai's confrontation while occasionally yawning.
Among the four brothers, only Zhao Hu showed a bit of humanity. He merely tied up his three Black Suits together; they were still struggling. Fortunately, one of his subordinates had some sense.
At that moment, Zhao Hu raised his baseball bat and swung hard at the three struggling Black Suits. In an instant, their cries for help ceased abruptly. Did he think this was more enjoyable? Previously, he seemed somewhat humane; perhaps I was blind after all.
The samurai was merely acting as a bodyguard; ultimately, the real boss should still be that Skinny Man in the Red Suit.
Red Suit watched as his subordinates had lost their fighting ability and turned to flee, disregarding the flames at the entrance, and dashed out.
“Pixiu!” I called out, my jade pendant transforming into a beam of Radiance that fell to the ground as I chased after him.
The Taiji Diagram consumed a lot of mana, and it wouldn't do to just waste it like this. I needed to resolve the situation in front of me first, so I sent Pixiu to deal with that Red Suit.
This was actually quite simple; he couldn't move anymore, so what else could he do? I disarmed the warrior's Wakizashi, found an iron cage, opened it, and pushed him inside. Then I rescued a few unfortunate Black Suit members from those four brothers.
These guys were truly pitiful; they were almost beaten beyond recognition. If I sent them home, their mothers would probably refuse to take them back.
After stuffing these few into an iron cage, at that moment, the Rabbit Demon Girl had also rescued most of the fairy Sisters.
“Hey, brothers, thank you for your hard work,” I said to Wang Chao and the others. “But I need you all to help me with one more thing.”
“You can count on me,” Wang Chao readily agreed.
“Could you help me get these Ladies out of here?” I couldn't possibly continue on with this group of girls. I still needed to find Shaoming!
“Get them out?” Wang Chao looked at me in confusion. “Isn't that a bit harsh? You just rescued them and now you want to send them away?”
What’s harsh about it? If I brought along this many Sisters, how could I focus on fighting?
“Yes, I know it's tough on you all, but how about this: if you wait for me a bit longer while I sort this out, I'll treat you to a late-night snack?” Wang Chao and the others had helped before; treating them to a meal was something I could manage.
“No need for that. We haven't eaten human food in a long time. Staying down here and eating their flesh while seeing their souls would be awkward,” Wang Chao replied.
It makes sense; the Dynasty still has to deal with ghosts. If they eat pork or something in the human world and then see the soul of that pig down below, it would be quite awkward if the pig recognizes them and says, "Hey, you ate my meat."
"Brothers, it's time to work. Little Anzi wants us to escort these ladies," Dynasty said to the other brothers.
"But boss," Zhang Long raised an objection, "they're all monsters. Are we just going to send them away like this?"
"Who cares? If anything happens, Little Anzi will take responsibility," Ma Han said nonchalantly as he passed the blame onto me.
"What about going to Yama?" Zhao Hu asked.
Wait, why is there still a matter involving Yama? If any of these monsters escape, it would be quite troublesome, but what does it have to do with Yama? At most, Uncle Xing would just cause me some trouble.
"Wait a minute." I suddenly thought of something. "Do you think we should send them there?"
"Down below. Where else would we send them?" Dynasty replied as if it were obvious.
Could it be that Dynasty thinks I want to send these sisters to Yama King? I just need you to help me take these sisters to a safe place.
Ma Han had already lifted a brick in his hand.
"Wait! Leave the monsters alone!" I hurriedly shouted. "Brothers, I just want you to help me take these sisters to a safe place; I don't want you to deal with them!"
"A safe place? What counts as a safe place?" For these four brothers, no place could threaten them.
"One that won't randomly have earthquakes or tsunamis and doesn't have creepy uncles or rogues around," I wiped the cold sweat from my forehead.
"So troublesome?" Ma Han raised the brick again. "Then we might as well send them down!"
"Alright." Wang Chao stopped Ma Han, who was holding up a brick. "How about this? We'll take them to the Underworld first, and you can come back to bring them home when you have time."
"You can take people?" I asked in surprise. Previously, Black Wuchang had a hard time bringing Red Boy down.
"That's easy." Zhang Long raised an intact wine bottle and with a whoosh, he collected all the Sisters into it.
"Don't worry, they're all demons. They can stay in Zhang Long's bottle for a while. Just remember to bring them back early," Wang Chao finally showed a bit of the older brother's demeanor.
"Okay, thanks for the trouble, Brother Wang."
"Yin Zheng'an, come save me!" Pixiu's voice suddenly echoed in my mind.
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