Chapter 251 Even If Neither Side Wins (1/2)

The three of them picked their opponents easily. Gao Fei strode out with White Hair first, then Miyamoto Shinji pointed at Henry and said to Lil Bei, “I’ll take that swordsman.”

“Okay.” The smile on Lil Bei’s face was still bright. “I’ll take care of that black guy then.”

Henry looked at his partner, shrugged and laughed, “Did you see that? They’re distributing us like food.”

Tulay’s voice was hard, “So what do you say?”

Henry’s eyes glinted. He had always been smirking and jesting, but now his eyes gleamed like a sharpened blade.

Lil Bei noticed it and felt Henry’s gaze turning into a wisp of Sword Qi piercing his body. His blood had to make one circulation through his body to dissolve it. “This smirking European cannot be underestimated. He’s certainly not inferior to me.”

Lil Bei now was at the middle stage of Elixir-strength. It was fair to say that he was a rare prodigy in martial marts as he could reach this level at such a young age. Even in the Dragon Gate, a place that was never short of prodigies, Lil Bei was never near the bottom. But he did not expect today’s foes to be of such a high level and these two were not even the mightiest among the followers of Buddhism. The eight Buddhist generals were the top masters of the Buddhism.

When he thought of these two mighty masters behaving so reverently in front of White Hair, Lil Bei suddenly felt worried for Gao Fei.

Henry’s tone was as sharp as his gaze, “We’ll just kill them all then.”

As soon as the words left his mouth, he sprinted towards Miyamoto Shinji like lightning. But Miyamoto Shinji did not intend to repulse him. Instead, he kept his distance, as if wanting to divide the battleground into three: Gao Fei and White Hair, Lil Bei and Tulay, Miyamoto Shinji and Henry.

Henry had been chasing him for quite a while. He grunted and said, “Don’t you think that’s far enough? You don’t have to run anymore. Don’t you want a good fight?”

Miyamoto Shinji stopped and looked at Henry with emotionless eyes.

“I never expected there to be so many powerful martial artists in this mansion. I thought all of you were just some underground thugs. The devil’s envoy, you, that lad called Lil Bei and that ignorant boy whom our general just sent hurtling. That makes four innate masters. However, all of you will die tonight. What a pity.”

“A real pity.” Miyamoto Shinji said placidly as he looked at Henry.

They stared at each other, their eyes as sharp as two swords. Ever since Miyamoto Shinji started to follow Master Hou, he had not shown his true power, because he didn’t need to. Today, he finally met someone whom he felt was a real threat to his life.

Miyamoto Shinji raised his sword. One of his hands was on the handle and the other on the sheath. “My name is Miyamoto Shinji,” he said coldly.

“You’re from R Country?” Holding the sword in his left hand, Henry sneered, “Small wonder you underground scums think you are the mightiest once you reach Transforming-strength. You are worse when you reach the Innate Realm. But you don’t know how many masters of your kind we’ve killed. Many of them are masters whose might is beyond your imagination.”

“Do you know how many people that black friend of mine has killed? Let alone the eight Buddhist generals?”

Miyamoto Shinji shook his head calmly.

“Over 5 thousand…”

Miyamoto Shinji flinched inwardly, his eyes filled with disbelief. Indeed, in the modern world, casualties of war between two countries usually numbered less than 5000. This was almost equal to an inhumane massacre.

Henry sneered, “Yes, it was a massacre. He and his twin brother belonged to a tribe in Africa. They were the executioners. In their land, they were called Devil. Their tribe thrived because of them, conquering one tribe after another. Their brutality aroused fear. Tribes and even some small countries were terrified. Those people came up with an idea. They brought a huge amount of gold to the tribal chiefs to hire someone to kill Tulay’s brother.”