Rebirth in 1958: Getting rich starts from Nanluoguxiang

Chapter 1209 You little devils, I'm your father's servant!

Shin-Ue Senbei quickly jumped in front of Ishikawa Akino, drew his long sword, and held it with both hands in front of his chest, completely protecting Ishikawa Akino behind him.

Ishikawa Akino placed his right hand on the hilt of his long sword. He looked up and saw a boy in black jump down from a wooden crate in the warehouse and walk out of the warehouse door with a grin.

Ishikawa Akino tossed his head, and Mori Kogoro drew his sword and strode to the boy in black. The ninjas who were kneeling on the ground also drew their katana and surrounded the boy.

Kogoro Mouri spoke in broken Chinese.

"What do you do?"

If Fujiwara Shizuka were here, she would immediately tell him that he must speak gently and politely to Daibao, and never anger him, otherwise the consequences would be severe.

Kogoro Mouri's words, "What do you mean, 'get to work'?" instantly reminded Da Bao of the Japanese commander in the Plains Guerrilla Force. Da Bao immediately became furious, and with a flick of his wrist, he revealed the Miao sword that had been hidden behind his back.

Da Bao slashed diagonally at Kogoro Mori with his Miao sword. Kogoro Mori was somewhat skilled, and more importantly, he held his long sword in front of his chest with both hands, reacting a little faster.

Kogoro Mori parried Da Bao's Miao sword with his longsword, and Da Bao gave a cold laugh.

"You little devils, what kind of work are you doing? Your dad's work!"

With a clang, Kogoro Mori's long sword was cleaved in two, and then his body was cut in two from shoulder to hip, startling Ishikawa Akino and the others.

Da Bao pointed his Miao sword diagonally and said coldly.

"None of you will escape today; you'll all be fed to the fish in the sea."

Twenty ninjas shouted and simultaneously swung their swords at Da Bao. Da Bao moved with incredible agility, like a fish swimming, dodging the overwhelming barrage of blades. His Miao sword spun rapidly in his hand, and with the skill of a butcher dissecting an ox, Da Bao slit the throats of the ninjas, or plunged his long swords straight into their abdomens, piercing through them before pulling them out from the other side.

In the blink of an eye, Daibao stood before Ishikawa Akino and the others, covered in blood. Ishikawa Akino and the others stared in disbelief, seeing ninjas standing in various poses behind Daibao.

With a snap of his fingers, Da Bao sent all the ninjas crashing to the ground with a series of loud thuds. Judging from their fallen state, they were already lifeless.

Ishikawa Akino's face turned ashen. He knew he had met a formidable opponent. The two moves Da Bao had just displayed would have been useless even if a martial saint had come. Little did he know, Da Bao had already sent the martial saint to the underworld to drink Meng Po's soup.

Ishikawa Akino took a step back, and three samurai quickly stood in front of him, protecting him. Ishikawa Akino's face darkened as he called out...

"Baka yarou, Shin'e Senbei, you must cut off his head and use it to appease Kogoro Mori."

"Hai!"

Shin'e Senbei held a long sword in both hands, took off his wooden clogs, and stood barefoot on the bluestone. His soles were covered with thick calluses, and he was not afraid of the bluestone slabs washed by the rain.

His legs were slightly bent, his entire body as immovable as a mountain. Da Bao's pupils contracted; he hadn't expected this fierce-looking, brute-like man to be a grandmaster. He knew that reaching a certain level of martial arts skill wasn't something that could be achieved solely through physical training.

Once you've passed the stage of Ming Jin (manifest strength) and reached the peak of An Jin (hidden strength), everything depends on comprehension. This little Japanese soldier is definitely not as he appears on the surface, so Da Bao became even more cautious.

Shin-Ue Senbei held his long sword in both hands, scrutinizing Dai-Bao from head to toe. A storm of astonishment surged within him. The boy before him, simply standing with his feet shoulder-width apart and his sword pointed diagonally, possessed an almost perfect, unified form, without a single flaw. This was clearly the work of a Grandmaster.

Just as Daiho had expected, Shin-Ue Senbei appeared rough, reckless, and bloodthirsty, but was actually incredibly meticulous. At that moment, Daiho felt every hair on his head trembling, telling himself that this person was too powerful and he had to escape.

Shin-Ue Senbei involuntarily took a half-step back, and Dai-Bao's pupils contracted again. The damned Japanese devil was scared and wanted to run away. He shouted...

The Miao sword spun as it slashed towards Shin-U Senbei. Shin-U Senbei's spirits lifted; his opportunity had arrived, an opening had appeared—a large gap had opened up beneath the boy's left ribs.

Shin-Ue Senbei crouched down, his long sword slashing towards Dai-Bao's wrist, but his foot was already off the ground, kicking towards Dai-Bao's left ribs.

His move was a mutually destructive strategy. If it were an ordinary grandmaster, they really wouldn't be able to avoid his two-pronged attack. But Daibao was a grandmaster, and in his eyes, every move of Shin-Ue Senbei was already twice as slow.

Da Bao's Miao sword was like a meat grinder, almost instantly shredding Shin'yō Senbei's arm. The sword flashed back, and Shin'yō Senbei's screams of agony only reached us now.

Blood rained down everywhere; one of his arms was mangled flesh, and the kick he had given Da Bao had been severed at the ankle.

Shin-Ue Senbei crashed heavily to the ground. A fight at their level wasn't something that required 3,600 moves; it wasn't something that could go on for a whole day and night.

Both sides made tentative moves, defeating each other with a single strike, without many fancy tricks.

With a sinister grin, Da Bao stepped forward and beheaded the rolling Shin-Uchihachi. The move was so fast that none of the Japanese soldiers could react.

Ishikawa Akino's heart sank. He was now extremely regretful that he should have volunteered to his father to come and support Fujiwara Shizuka. He never expected that the Chinese man in front of him would be such a strong expert. Although he still had more than 150 samurai by his side, judging from Da Bao's nonchalant appearance, he knew that all of these samurai would be useless if they went up there.

Akino Ishikawa roared through gritted teeth.

"Baka yarou! Charge! All of you, chop him into mincemeat!"

Although the samurai were terrified when they saw Daibao defeat their instructor in one move, the second-generation leader had given the order that they must complete the task, even if it meant death.

With a shout, the samurai threw down their umbrellas, drew their long swords, and pounced on Da Bao...

A dozen minutes later, on the entire dock, only Da Bao was still standing. He calmly began to finish off the Japanese soldiers, a scene strikingly similar to the way the Japanese had slaughtered their gang members the day before.

Ishikawa Akino sat on the ground, his legs severed at the knees. Watching the blood gushing from his legs, he knew that if the bleeding wasn't stopped, he wouldn't live much longer.

He couldn't help but plead.

"Save me, please! I am Ishikawa Akino, the second-generation leader of the Yamaguchi-gumi. If you save me, I will give you a large reward..."

Da Bao crouched down, stared at Ishikawa Akino, and then, without hesitation, chopped off his head...