Chapter 95 The Night Hunter

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The older samurai glanced at it, then shook his head casually.

"Isn't it normal for us to have fog at night and in the morning?"

"If it doesn't show up one day, it's not normal."

The older samurai didn't take it to heart at all.

"Right."

"However, this wet feeling is too uncomfortable."

"How about we go have a drink when the mission is over?"

The young samurai also nodded, and then, with a tacit smile on his face, the young samurai lowered his voice to the older samurai and said, "I heard they got a batch of 'new goods'. "

"Are they 'hunting' again?"

"It was agreed to be together before."

"Why do you act alone again, really."

The old warrior started to work hard when he heard it. Although he complained in his mouth, his eyes were full of joy and excitement.

"Because opportunities are rare. In the past, they could 'hunt' on a regular basis, but now they are random and difficult to organize. Those civilians really regard themselves as the masters of this country... Bah."

The young samurai spat on the ground.

"Oh, it's just a bunch of fools."

"There are so many missing people every year, they can't afford it."

"However, this time it's your treat."

The elder samurai said very contemptuously.

For these gentlemen who have a long heritage and have been masters since the Warring States period, these commoners have never been regarded as adults by them.

You know, in the glorious age of our ancestors, these common people could be used to test knives at will. It is elegant to cook a human bone tea occasionally and listen to the screams of those common people in the copper pot.

It's like now, fortunately, the wives and daughters of the common people need to be tied up.

Still have to spend money.

It really made him feel uncomfortable.

"If only I could restore the glory of my ancestors!"

The older warrior murmured softly.

Then, suddenly, he realized that his partner was silent.

"Why don't you talk?"

"Isn't it just a one-time guest?"

"Before, I asked...uh!"

The elder samurai turned his head while talking.

Then, he saw a tall figure wearing a hockey mask.

His partner had been decapitated and his body fell to the ground.

A bloody knife was slashing towards him.

The older samurai held a knife in his hand and subconsciously wanted to resist, but Jason's knife was too fast.

"what!"

puff!

The head of the old warrior also fell to the ground amidst the screams that came to an abrupt end.

The opponent's eyes were wide open, and he could not rest in peace.

Jason didn't even look at each other, just shook his hand.

The blood on the blade fell straight onto the ground.

Then, he moved on to the next goal.

This group of targets is less than a hundred meters away from here, but they are deaf to the sound of cutting blades, corpses falling to the ground, screams, etc.

Yes, I really can't hear it!

【Mute】!

The inheritance of Tongshou Temple plays a vital role at this time.

Cooperating with the fog of [Fog Hidden], it is really like a tiger with wings for a person like Jason who's 'stealth and invisibility' has already surpassed the extraordinary, and is basically 'invisible'.

It's not just the shape that's gone.

There was no sound either.

Perhaps the simple [Fog Hidden] mist is far less powerful than the poisonous mist.

But according to local conditions, sometimes the foundation can exert power beyond imagination.

Just like at this moment——

One group, two groups, three groups...

Under the shroud of mist, these warriors died one by one.

And of course, those ninjas.

Compared with a samurai in armor, a lightly armored ninja is easier for Jason.

Under the cover of the mist and the [Silencing Technique], he can completely eliminate a group of ninjas with one [Charge] + [Whirlwind Dance].

It's not easy at all.

Time passed by every minute and every second.

The number of samurai and ninjas is rapidly decreasing.

After more than ten minutes, even a fool noticed something was wrong.

"Attention please!"

"Those fogs are weird!"

The leading onmyoji shouted loudly.

"clear!"

"clear!"

Samurai and ninjas also responded one after another.

But? It didn't work.

[Fog Hidden] The fog created has long been integrated with the fog that naturally appears around.

Those samurai and ninjas couldn't tell the difference even with their eyes widened.

Even, in a sense, they can't see clearly at all.

Then?

The knife flashed.

The head flew up.

A group of warriors stood back to back in order to better defend against unexpected attacks.

But? When the knife flashed by.

The two heads flew up like this.

Plop, plop.

Both bodies fell to the ground.

Under the arrangement of their leader, a group of ninjas formed an formation carefully.

"Everyone be careful."

"This is a cunning hunter..."

Looking at the quickly completed formation, what was the leading ninja just about to say? But before he finished speaking? A thick and powerful hand was pressed on his head? He was dragged straight into the thick fog.

Slap.

The lead ninja's radio fell to the ground.

"what happened?"

The onmyoji asked loudly.

"Yes, yes... ah!"

A slightly stuttering voice was transmitted through the radio, and finally ended with a scream.

With a radio, everyone heard the screams.

Unconsciously? Their bodies just trembled.

Fear began to emerge from the hearts of these warriors and ninjas.

There was fear on their faces.

It is no different from ordinary people.

It is exactly the same.

Self-confident ignorance of fear?

That is only based on when they face ordinary people with great strength.

When the gap in strength does not exist, they are the same as ordinary people.

And when their strength is far below the target? What they endure is the fear that ordinary people face when they face them.

Hunter and prey? Never absolute.

When they came here? Everything was already doomed.

puff!

"what!"

Another death cry over the radio.

The remaining samurai and ninjas trembled again.

How many times is this?

How many people died?

How much do we have left?

They are in the mist and dense fog? They can't tell at all? How many people died on their side and how many people are left.

And this deepened their fear.

"Don't panic!"

"This is his scheme!"

"Everyone, don't be fooled!"

The leading onmyoji shouted loudly.

Jason, who was holding a radio, heard the reminder clearly, and the corner of his mouth behind the mask twitched.

As the other party said, he was creating panic.

Although he never took these warriors and ninjas to heart, even if they were hard-faced, they could easily win, but Jason did not forget the eleven onmyojis.

He understands very well that these warriors and ninjas are just 'bait'.

The bait that lures him to appear.

A bait to delay his action.

The real ultimate moves are those eleven onmyojis.

Standing in a shadow, Jason glanced over the few remaining samurai and ninjas, and then locked on to the eleven onmyojis. Then, he took a deep breath.

The smell of 'food'.

Not strong enough, but enough.

Some of these onmyojis had one or two props that could be called 'food' on their bodies, and many of them were like the leader who carried four props that could be called 'food' on his body.

It made Jason salivate.

He wants to taste it.

certainly delicious!

The thoughts in the bottom of my heart are like the essence, revealing from the eyes.

Eleven onmyojis, especially the leader, suddenly felt their hairs stand on end.

danger!

The perception far beyond ordinary people's imagination made them aware of that unease.

depressed!

can not breath!

The leading onmyoji looked to his side, and more than ten onmyoji around him looked at his leader at the same time.

After the eleven people exchanged glances, they nodded quickly.

They knew they couldn't wait any longer.

Since the initial bait doesn't work, it can only be hard.

Without any hesitation, the enchantment disappeared.

Although he agreed to the collaborator, at this time, the onmyoji of the Huakaiyuan family couldn't care so much.

The three onmyojis recited the mantra at the same time.

A cold, tyrannical breath appeared immediately.

Then—

The three are 3 meters tall, red all over, horned fangs on the top of their heads are as sharp as daggers, strong, with a skirt that looks like animal skin around their waists, and a 'ghost' appeared with a mace in their hands. .

Jason saw it once.

The taste is even more vivid.

That is the taste of spicy duck neck.

Now, there are three more.

Immediately, Jason changed his mind about beheading directly.

He stuck the broad-bladed short-handled machete in his waist, and after a slight bow, he shot it out like a sharp arrow.

"Three ghosts are enough to entangle that guy."

The leading onmyoji spoke confidently.

Different from humans, creatures like 'ghosts', even in the thick fog, it is very easy to find a person.

Jason, a vain sword master, just caught them off guard by relying on this ghostly trick.

Just find him out.

Then everything will be different.

Thinking of this, the leading onmyoji said with more confidence.

"Now prepare for the next..."

boom!

bang bang!

Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by a continuous muffled sound.

The eleven onmyoji looked at the scene before them in horror.

His face was full of disbelief.

what did they see

They saw a figure suddenly rushing out of the mist, and then slammed into the 'ghost' on the side, and then, with the rest of the strength still alive, the tall body of the 'ghost' slammed into the 'ghost' behind him ', and this 'ghost' hit the third 'ghost'.

The huge power made the three 'ghosts' immediately become gourds that rolled to the ground.

The body rolled over.

Mace tumbling.

However, the tall body soon stopped.

It doesn't stop voluntarily.

Instead, a hand grabbed the ankle.

This hand looks a bit small compared to the ankle it is grasping.

But strength and tenacity are not comparable to this ankle.

Click!

With a crisp sound, the ankle of a 'ghost' was crushed, and immediately, the other two 'ghosts' followed suit.

The three ankles and the three calves were twisted together by Jason.

Jason grabbed it with one hand, then turned his head and glanced at the eleven onmyojis.

"continue."

Saying this, Jason dragged the three 'ghosts' back into the mist.

One as if nothing happened.

However, the mace rolled down on the ground told the eleven onmyojis that what they just saw was the truth.

Just a face-to-face meeting, and the three 'ghosts' were defeated.

Not only was he knocked down, but he was dragged into the mist.

Moreover, the whole process takes no more than two seconds.

They didn't even have time to react.

Woo!

The night wind blew, and the eleven onmyojis present shivered suddenly.

It's not just the cold night.

Their hearts are colder.

The scene just now was undoubtedly telling them that if Jason wanted to kill them, it would be a breeze.

It's like the raid just now.

What would happen if Jason's target was not those 'ghosts' but their words?

die!

Recalling the speed Jason showed when he suddenly appeared and the strength he showed when he collided, this answer directly surfaced in the hearts of the eleven onmyojis.

Without any hesitation.

A series of chanting sounds appeared.

Defensive circles appeared one after another.

One after another superimposed.

They didn't stop until the eleven onmyojis felt safe.

The leading Onmyoji breathed a sigh of relief quietly.

It's not that he hasn't fought.

Relying on the advantage of numbers, every battle he fought was extremely smooth.

Even, many times he doesn't need to make a move.

Just watch those samurai and ninjas make their moves.

This time, facing the so-called 'Sword Master', he knew that it was a completely different battle from before, so he made quite a lot of preparations, and the preparations were perfect.

After all, there were three times as many people as before.

Also with ten onmyoji.

He thought it was foolproof.

But now it seems that everything is what he thinks.

Suddenly, the leading onmyoji began to withdraw.

only……

Thinking of that patriarch.

He immediately dismissed such thoughts.

He didn't want his life to be worse than death.

So, just fight.

And, must win.

The leading onmyoji glanced at the onmyoji beside him who still had fear in his eyes, straightened his back immediately, and shouted loudly: "We were just caught off guard just now, and now we have a solid defense and have already He is now invincible, even if he is strong, it is impossible for him to break through the superimposed defense of eleven of us in one hit."

"and also!"

"We also have our advantages!"

"Ordinary little 'ghosts' can't do it!"

"Then let's summon the big 'ghost'!"

"Also, our Yin Yang technique is the most powerful!"

"As long as we keep our distance, we can kill him even if we consume it!"

"Don't forget your past experience!"

"Now cheer me up!"

The leading onmyoji inspired more than ten onmyoji.

Jason heard it.

However, he doesn't care.

With flames rising in his hand, the 'ghost' was soon familiar.

The taste of spicy duck neck reappeared.

And there are still three spicy duck necks, and the happiness is three times that of before.

90 points of satiety will be credited.

Jason wiped his mouth and looked at the big 'ghosts' summoned by the group of onmyojis.

He is 10 meters tall, reddish with black, his muscles are knotted, and his face is ferocious. The mace in his hand is five meters long. Every time he swings it casually, there will be a burst of wind pressure that makes the scalp numb.

At this moment, this big 'ghost' was walking straight towards Jason.

"What would you smell like?"

Jason was full of anticipation, and he didn't mean to avoid the edge at all, so he just stood there and waited.

However, Jason looked aside——

"Is it finally unbearable?"