Chapter 812 Red Leaves

"Literally."

Mr. Luo looked back and asked in confusion: "Don't you understand?"

After a brief silence, Yuan Yuan replied: "I... don't think there is any problem with this."

"That doesn't matter. Who in this world doesn't have some minor problems, right?" Mr. Luo said indifferently: "At best, life is just unhappy."

There is no joy when you pick up the sword, and you can't enjoy peace when you put down the sword.

Whenever I am alone, I will feel unspeakable confusion and fear.

Like a lost person, wandering and uncertain.

"Let me guess..."

The old man held his chin and thought, his smile getting worse and worse: "Could it be that you think of yourself as the 'good boy' that others call you?"

Yuan Yuan said nothing.

"You are from the Yuan family, right?" Mr. Luo asked, "I have met your uncle before, why do you look nothing like him?"

"Women and men are always different."

"Really?" Mr. Luo was puzzled, "But why do I always hear that... women in the Yuan family are crazier than men?"

This is the blood of struggle that belongs to the original family.

The bloodline inherited from the wars, killings and cruel selection of survival of the fittest thousands of years ago is simply the most perfect machine of violence.

Even from elementary school, kindergarten...from the day weaning, you will begin to experience uncontrollable violent impulses.

This is a struggle engraved in nature.

The response method used by Yuan is not to suppress, but to try to use this power for the right path. If the struggle is despicable, then look for a more noble way of fighting, a way to deal with both.

But no matter how dazzling the aura and glory, it can't erase its cruel nature.

Men do.

Women should do the same.

My father is like this, my uncle is like this, my uncle is like this, and my aunt is like this, including Yuan Zhao, everyone is the same.

Only the origin is completely different.

He has been quiet and calm since he was a child, calm and mature, just like other people's children. Luoluo is generous, upright and dignified, never causes trouble to the family, and is extremely well-behaved.

"But this is wrong, right?"

Mr. Luo said mockingly, "You are just restraining yourself, restraining yourself... restraint is not bad, but you only know in your heart that you have not succeeded.

You are just too obsessed with the image of a good boy and confused it with yourself. "

"You are different from your teacher. Your teacher simply regards violence as a means to achieve his goal. He takes it for granted that others have the same unreasonable self-control as himself, so he is unaware of your pain.

But you should know that you are different from him..."

The old man saw through the weakest part of the girl in front of him at a glance, and told her coldly: "You don't have that strong support and strength in your heart, and you can't suppress this nature that is too huge and violent for your reason."

"——You can't be him."

"You're not even being your true self."

In the silence, Yuan Yuan clenched his weapon, but was unable to refute.

Only the blade clanked in anger.

"Little girl, one day you will understand the meaning of this sword given to you by your family."

Before leaving, the old man took one last look at the long sword in her hand - the blade of the ferocious beast known as the 'Tiger'.

No matter how ferocious the beast is, after being locked in a cage, it is nothing more than a decoration for viewing.

"Always, let the tiger return to the mountain..."

Free it.

Also free you.

At that moment, in a brief absence of concentration, Yuan Yuan couldn't help but raise his head and stare at the dark night sky above his head.

No stars could be seen, it was all dark.

But amid the noise and roar, an hallucinatory loud noise was heard.

A mighty echo came from the distance, a secret call that only she knew.

The mountains are roaring!

Within the blade, the ferocious spirit roared, echoing in her ears.

At that moment, a high-pitched collision of gold and iron erupted, tearing everyone's eardrums!

The girl in the gray skirt stepped forward and cut through those ridiculous defenses like duckweeds. As the tiger's sword slashed, a hurricane burst out close at hand, spreading violently.

In an instant, the outcome was decided.

A gentle vibrato like the sound of a piano string rose from her hands, adding an indescribable tenderness to the tragic scene that was littered all over the ground.

The blood of struggle belonging to the original family gradually boils in this melody, bringing indescribable pleasure.

Just in the reflection of the smooth sword blade, she saw such a strange face.

In the reflection, the girl was also looking at her, a cruel smile appeared on her beautiful face, and the color in her eyes gradually turned scarlet, losing her dignity.

That's herself.

"Since it's your true nature, why should you be afraid?"

She murmured softly, closed her eyes, and breathed out the burning warmth in her lungs.

But when those eyes were raised again, they became cold and cruel, without any warmth anymore.

The tiger in the cage roared silently and broke free from his last shackles!

"Sorry, I'm in a hurry."

Yuan Yuan raised his eyes, raised his fingers to the enemies in front of him, and initiated an invitation: "So, it doesn't matter if you all come together..."

Smiling at those angry faces.

It's like bowing to the audience before the show starts.

These are the last rites.

It doesn’t matter how big the audience is, it doesn’t matter how passionate it is.

——The performance of the Predator has just begun!

At that moment, the sword blade fell, and the cold chill spread with the silent melody, plundering the temperature, causing this coldness to penetrate into everyone's bones in an instant.

Just like a blizzard coming, under the increasingly violent rhythm, everything is rushing toward a sad demise.

People can't help but tremble in the illusion of wind and snow.

Concerto of the Four Seasons - Winter!

The 'playing technique' that broke down the barriers and sublimated it again and the girl's sword reappeared here, spreading from a scene that was close to a massacre.

Move forward step by step.

No matter how many enemies there are.

The violent and solemn scene almost shocked all the watching souls, brutally and directly conveying this beauty of power and art to every trembling heart.

Defeat all opponents with overwhelming force,

Defeat those who stand in your way step by step.

The wounds left by those blade slashes could not stop her, but the predators in the cold winter became more and more ferocious and cruel.

The blood splashed on the gray skirt, like a burning flame in the mist.

The sounds of roaring and roaring continued to sound, and then quickly disappeared again. Only the high-pitched metal collision sound and the low sound of falling to the ground continued to sound.

I can no longer catch that figure as fast as lightning with my eyes, but when I close my eyes and no longer be confused by the chaotic scene, I can feel the rhythm and beauty hidden in the fighting.

"It's almost like playing, it's really wonderful."

In the distance, on the top floor of the building, the old warrior looked down from a distance and couldn't help but sigh softly: "Such skill is really rare... Have you found out the origin?"

"It should be someone from the Hybrid Alliance. From the looks of it, he seems to be a student of the King of Danbo."

Another supervisor from the dojo replied: "The King of Danbo cannot be underestimated for being able to teach such talented people."

Who doesn't know that the leader of the alliance has never been a fuel-efficient lamp?

The emotion at this moment made everyone smile bitterly, "Now it seems that Tanba, who has just been rebuilt, also wants to get involved in the affairs of Hirazaka Yomi?"

"Sword hunting is not limited to one place. As long as you come with a sword, no matter you are good or evil, men, women, old or young, you can try it... This is the rule of the dojo."

The old man lowered his eyes and stared at the blood-stained girl on the long street: "All we have to do is pay attention to Daoshou. There is no need to worry about other things now."

He concentrated on admiring the beautiful scenery, admiring the changes in footwork and moves.

Everyone here is a master and talented person who has been immersed in the dojo for countless years. Only now can they realize the preciousness of this skill.

"Even the opponent's counterattack has been incorporated into his own strategy, and his ability to control all the changes in a consistent manner is really amazing."

The person next to him sighed with emotion: "Although I have seen many more tragic scenes, such a cruel duel and quick victory and defeat, even Benkei back then was nothing more than this, right?"

Benkei?

"How can this be a weird monk?"

The old samurai shook his head and laughed, "If you ask me, it must be Hongye!"

For a moment, it was like being in the deep demonic realm of Shinshu Togakushi.

Scarlet everywhere.

I couldn't tell whether it was falling maple leaves or blood.

Against the backdrop of maple leaves and blood, that dignified and cold face became alluring, so charming, like a demon...

However, this beauty that stings the eyes comes at the cost of tragic casualties and moans.

Someone sighed, "Should we call in the emergency responders?"

"No need."

The old warrior said indifferently: "You're a loser who can't win even in a group fight. Just crawl to the hospital by yourself. You can also have a longer memory. Besides... didn't anyone die?"

Everyone fell into silence.

incredible.

But when they opened their eyes and took a closer look, they found that it was just as Shifandai said: It looked so tragic, but in fact, there was still no death under the sword.

Even in the face of such a huge gap between the enemy and ourselves, in such a chaotic duel, there is still room for the opponents.

That's not letting the tiger return to the mountain. At best, it's just letting the tiger hurt people. The shackles that control the nature of struggle are still in her hands.

flexible.

There has never been any loss of control.

"The future life is terrible..."

The old warrior sighed, waved his sleeves, turned and left.

The outcome has been foreseen.

There won't be any suspense...

From the moment she brought the chair here, it was destined that there would only be one winner on Central Avenue tonight.

Ten minutes later, Yuan Yuan waved his hand calmly, shaking away the last trace of sticky blood on the sword blade.

The tiger returned to the cage again.

So tame.

In the dead silence, behind her, the people from the paper-carrying group carried a stretcher and loaded the last fainted warrior into an ambulance and took him away.

Only a spreading blood red was left, as well as countless shrill iron lights.

"The total number of swords is three hundred and seventy-one."

The cabin in the forest pushed up the sunglasses on the bridge of his nose, clapped his hands and praised:

"Congratulations, Yuan Yuan, for becoming famous in one battle."

In less than an hour, the sword hunting incident on Central Street set off an unprecedented impact in Hirazaka, like a bomb.

In less than twenty minutes, more than sixteen warriors who embarked on the road of sword hunting were defeated here. A total of ninety-two challengers faced the most complete defeat in front of one person.

The name "Red Leaf Princess" spread like wildfire and spread in everyone's ears.

I don't know how many people woke up and looked at Danbo in astonishment, marveling at the handiwork of the leader of the alliance, wondering whether this was a sign of the coming of this new round of storm.

And in the treatment room on the ground floor of the Stone Essence Pavilion, Huai Shi bit the thread scissors, and the tweezers in her hand pulled the sutures and tied them into a beautiful bow.

Finally, use scissors to cut off the excess.

"It's done. Just rest for two days and it will be fine. No scars will be left."

Huai Shi put down his tools, reached out and rubbed Yuan Yuan's hair: "Thank you for your hard work... Do you want a midnight snack?"

Yuan Yuan thought for a while and nodded.

"good."

As I followed the teacher, I couldn't help but smile.

Because I secretly did bad things without letting the teacher know.

Under another night sky, the cabin in the forest hung up the phone and couldn't help but rub his hands.

full of expectation.

About to start doing bad things...

Two updates completed, I spent a whole day writing this paragraph in the hotel ORZ

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