After chatting with the believers for a while, Midori left the training ground.
"I'll be free, too."
Say goodbye to Erica and the others, and the good boy leaves the training ground.
(I'll go play for you now. No, now is a great opportunity)
It is Midori, who has never shown a gap before. But now I'm walking alone.
With the intention of chasing after him and challenging him to battle in an unseen place, Yukiko follows Midori.
But before catching up with Midori, he felt a clear intention to kill himself from the rear, and Yukiko had to give up Midori's pursuit and stop.
Sachiko looks back in the mood to sigh.
"Well, I was wondering if you'd like me to make a match."
With pleasure, he walks over here with his hands behind him, confirming the appearance of a bald-headed old man with a long white beard in Chinese clothes.
"I didn't know even Yob's reward agent, Blind Spiritualist Yukiko Du, was coming."
Killer Zhao Chao smiles. I wonder if Midori taught me the name, or if I knew it from the beginning.
(Heh, don't think of it like that, letting the faithful stop you whenever you tell them to come. Jicha just gave it up because she wants someone to play with, too. And then, I'm busy with a lot of errands, too, and this is it)
Midori's voice echoes in Yukiko's head. I will remain read in my head all the time in the future, and I will not be relieved to think that I will speak up without any foretaste.
"I also don't care if they take the assassins to the Princess only by Vipers and Li Mei. He wanted me to play too, so he asked the Princess."
Even Zhao Chao utters words as if he had read Yukiko's heart. I know you found out about Yukiko's mood via Midori, but it's really hard to do.
(You don't have to worry about getting in the way of a duel or putting your shoulder in Jicha's way. Oh, Midori won't do that. Now, it may be a shame to speak directly to the mind, so it's time to pull back here ~. Good luck)
Leaving a tea filled voice, Midori cuts the spirit and channel of Yukiko.
No matter how much they say you don't serve, you can't pepper the words of your enemies. but I can't help but think about it because there's nothing I can do to deal with it in a state that can't prevent me from getting a direct peek into my head.
Sachiko tightens her mind and looks at the old man in front of her, just fighting as usual.
The quiet struggle released from the old man drifts a single scale of sophisticated martial arts over decades. Naturally, it's a crowded battle. Sachiko has also wandered the training ground without many times, but there will undoubtedly be a lot of old men in action experience in front of her.
(Only years and times)
Yes, I added in my heart, a fortunate child spilling an invincible grin.
I am confident that Kouko will have the number of fights in action, but I was more confident in the quality of the experiment than that. I've had it many times in my dying eyes before, and I've fought enemies who are very unlikely to do it myself. Simply because of the years, even if only the numbers are lower, I don't think they are inferior in strength.
You can read somewhat about the strength of the opponent. The force is antagonistic, but Yukiko decided that she was slightly above her. I can afford that, but I can't be alarmed. Because even if there was a difference in strength, it wouldn't always be stronger to win.
Zhao Chao takes the stand. Seeing a very simple and small setup, Yukiko spotted what the old man's fist technique was.
Zhao Chao's relationship with Yukiko was quite open, but Yukiko decides that there will be no time to pull out the gun. The speed and length of the tread would be considerable. Just looking at Zhao Chao's setup, Yukiko can see that.
I don't even intend to use blind spirits. In preparation for the battle against Midori, the stock of the Spirit will not be reduced. If he dies reluctantly of his usable hands, he has no ex or child, but Lucky Son does not always rely on the Blind Spirit during battle, and even if he does not use the Blind Spirit, he sets up an arithmetic for exercising another technique to win.
"You're not gonna pull your stuff out? You gonna come bare-handed?
Zhao Zhao Chao, who held his right hand and accompanied him beside his waist and gently protruded his left hand as if he were going to 'wait a minute', asks towards the fortunate child, who likewise has no weapon and no standing.
"Pull it out whenever you want."
Quietly speaking, Sachiko. Zhao Chao smiles and drops his hips slightly, moving one foot slightly forward. Yukiko understands what that behavior means. That's the move I predicted.
At the next moment, Zhao Chao jumped right in front of Happy Son at once. My left hand is pulled, and at the same time my right fist is poked at the center of Yukiko's chest. The aim is the heart.
Despite being the expected action, Lucky Son's body couldn't cope with the speed above prediction, and he ate Zhao Chao's collapsed fist and glanced at him.
But before eating that fist, a Japanese sword with Yukiko was jumping Zhao Chao's neck.
From Zhao Chao, it just seemed like Yukiko waved her right hand. Anyway, Kouko was pulling a knife out of a space where there was nothing.
Yukiko's upper body was dressed as a glanced sword with one hand, Zhao Chao's body without his neck pulled a further right fist from the beaten position and was back in its initial position again.
Even without his neck, he was lucky enough to continue to carry out the behavior his body remembered, but Zhao Chao's movements stopped there, and he did not move any further, dressed to be stuck standing still.
Suddenly the scenery in my eyes is strange, Zhao Chao remembers the strong impact on my head. Even if he was decapitated, he did not die instantly, and he was conscious. I didn't know what had happened for a moment, but I put my cheeks on the floor and the sight of my body falling from my neck to the side without a top in my sight, and I understood what my condition was.
(With that said, I've heard stories of experiments like that on guillotine-ridden humans to see if they remain conscious for a while. I also heard you lose consciousness at the moment of the slaughter, but you seem to stay a little)
I felt strange thinking that at the end of the day, Zhao Chao laughed small.
(Sorry, Midori. I didn't get to hang out until the end.)
Zhao Chao has crossed the back society around the world in search of a fight against the strong. But because of one defeat, he lost the significance of seeking strength and strength, and met Midori where he was in mourning, and since then he had turned himself to the Megalodon of Thin Happiness.
(Only for myself, if I stayed in the life I lived as I wanted, I wouldn't have regretted it either)
The neck severed from the torso remained calm and severed.
"Ouch... I can't believe you hit me without my neck..."
Yukiko looks down at Zhao Chao's wreckage, distorted her face in agony and nodded with her chest contained. Even though Zhao Chao's sword had jumped Zhao Chao's neck before Zhao Chao broke his fist, Zhao Chao's body had executed it without stopping his repeated behavior tens of thousands of times in action in conjunction with his training, hitting Lucky Son's body.
Nevertheless, because of the stray stone's neck, Yukiko's movements and Zhao Chao's fist aiming subtly deviated, and Yukiko did not lead to fatal injuries.
(There seems to be a crack in the ribs. You should focus on your recovery, condition yourself, and then challenge your patriarch)
Judging so, Yukiko throws the knife in her hand to the side. The knife thrown into the subspace instantly disappears from the tip to the pattern. Because I always remember the technique of carrying the object in my subspace pocket, I can carry the sword without any suspicion, and I can take it out immediately when necessary. It can be made to look bare and unintentional.
(Shall I think positively, especially if I can defeat one troublesome believer)
Saying so to himself, he was fortunate enough to leave the spot early before other believers could find him and head to the subspace junction for evacuation that he had built elsewhere.