Strongest Guard

So, San Pu's left chest had three blossoming cherry blossoms embroidered on it, did it represent his love for Shangdao Yinghua?    

No.    

Cherry blossoms are the national flower, it is normal to embroider cherry blossoms on clothes, people here to express their love for it.    

However, three inverted cherry blossoms had an extraordinary significance to Xiaomu Ichiro.    

In the past, his wife had embroidered three cherry blossoms on the front of every shirt to protect him from going out and working safely.    

Three inverted cherry blossoms were his protective amulet.    

But he had stopped wearing them since his wife had betrayed him.    

He no longer wore the clothes of his wife that had rusted three inverted cherry blossoms.    

Someone was wearing it.    

Three!    

Judging from the cherry blossoms on Sanpu's clothes, Xiaomu Ichiro was sure that his former wife was now dead set on dealing with people.    

The hatred of the murder of his father and the taking of his wife was something that no man could tolerate.    

Although Little Mu's parents did not die at the hands of Broken Knife Flow, his beloved daughter was!    

"I will kill you, I will kill all of you!"    

Hatred and humiliation began to cause Jack's eyes to turn red. He could even hear the sound of grinding teeth, including Shangdao Yinghua who was ten meters away.    

Perhaps even Sanpu, who was a hundred meters away, would have heard this. Otherwise, he wouldn't have raised his provocative face, gave a bright smile to Little Wood, and then touched his left breast with his hand before lightly kissing his lips.    

He was purposely provoking Xiaomu Ichiro.    

Anger, although able to multiply one's strength, was able to make one lose their sanity.    

People who lost their mind were scary, but they were easier to deal with.    

San Pu didn't think that the hundred people sent out by the opposing party would have any qualifications, compared to the Broken Knife Flow who brandished their blades and spears all day long.    

A hundred people against a hundred people.    

Hehe.    

In San Pu's opinion, this was just a f * cking joke.    

Without firearms, other than being crushed to death, Nanfang's group of one hundred people, against an equal number of Broken Knife Flow, what other end would they have?    

A hundred sheep was absolutely not a match for a hundred fierce wolves. This was a natural law that had long been laid down by the heavens.    

Therefore, this battle, to everyone in the Broken Knife Flow, would at most be a combat exercise.    

Of course, Sanpu had also asked Xiaomu Ichiro about it before and knew that he spent all his savings on martial arts in this one and a half year.    

He thinks he is invincible after practicing for a year and a half?    

They really thought that they were all monstrous geniuses like Shangdao Yinghua, who could become experts within half a year.    

How could Shangdao Yinghua not think of what Sanpang could think of?    

If it was a competition of spear arts, how could the thousands of men under her command choose a hundred spear arts that were not bad?    

However, other than her and Gala, who was responsible for her safety, the rest of the boys were still fighting desperately with two kitchen knives in hand. When they saw the situation turn bad, they turned around and ran.    

Therefore, Gala was extremely anxious when he received the written challenge from the government and saw that his boss agreed without any hesitation.    

However, when Shangdao Yinghua said something to him, Gala shut his mouth.    

Amongst the hundred members of the White Edge Division that Nanfang had sent, other than Shangdao Yinghua and her personal guards, the other ninety people were all people that had a blood feud with Broken Knife Flow.    

It was exactly like Xiaomu Ichiro.    

This also indirectly showed how many families and families Broken Knife Flow had destroyed.    

He was cold to the point of being unreasonable, but he was also cold to the point of not caring for his own life.    

A person can even disregard his own life, so why should he be afraid of not winning this battle?    

Furthermore, Xiaomu Ichiro and the others were originally following the rules of the people, so why should they join the Wu and Steel Group for others to drive them?    

Didn't they hear that Nanfang and his group would sooner or later fight to the death with Broken Knife Flow, allowing them to finally find the opportunity to take revenge?    

Incomparable hatred, it was always able to stimulate the motivation deep within one's bones and turn them into the most terrifying beast.    

On the other hand, Broken Knife Flow.    

Although it was their job to dance with their swords and guns all day long, their excellent living environment had long turned them into useless spearheads made of silver wax.    

Before the match had even started, Broken Knife Flow had already lost.    

Shangdao Yinghua was well aware of this fact, which was why she was able to maintain her current indifferent attitude.    

However, they did not know how to control their emotions. The sounds of grinding teeth and trembling bodies were proof of how nervous they were right now.    

There was nothing to gain from the battle that was about to begin.    

Shangdao Yinghua frowned slightly. She turned her head to look at the team member who was walking out of the formation with trembling body and a saber in both hands.    

Gala, who was guarding beside her, immediately walked over.    

"San Pu, I will kill you, I will kill you!"    

Xiaomu Ichiro roared in his heart as his eyes turned blood-red.    

On the other hand, San Pu continued to kiss the three cherry blossoms on his left breast to further anger him.    

"I will kill you!"    

Little Mu could no longer control his emotions. Just as he was about to rush over with a loud roar, someone patted his shoulder.    

He suddenly turned around and saw Gala's serious face.    

"If you want to kill the other party and avenge your daughter, you have to remain calm. You need to know how to work with your team. Otherwise, not only will you not be able to take revenge, you'll even lose your life. "    

Gala lightly said and then said to the two of them: "You two, look at him! "There's still three minutes."    

The two of them were members of a small group that had formed together with Little Wood in the White Edge Battle.    

Shangdao Yinghua might have been born to be the boss.    

Otherwise, she would not have used some of the ancient military tactics in this White Blade War.    

The three of them were a small group.    

Among them, the group leader only needed to rush forward and desperately slash and kill.    

The defense was left to his comrades on the left, and the right team members were there to help him.    

A perfect three-man team would unleash a powerful combat ability.    

Furthermore, the five groups formed a large group. The large group would coordinate with each other, and it would not break away from the other large groups.    

This was the power of discipline. To be able to make opponents who did not take them seriously, this was something that would cause them to suffer greatly in the beginning of the match.    

Of course, a mere ten days of teamwork was not enough to unleash the kind of combat strength that Shangdao Yinghua had hoped for.    

However, there was a certain reason for him to continue to grind his way through the battlefield, even if it wasn't quick to do so.    

Only after being reminded by Gala did Xiaomu Ichiro realize that he had left the formation.    

This was an act of disobedience. If it was in normal times, he would be punished.    

He quickly apologized to Gala in a low voice and took a few steps back. He exchanged glances with the two team members and nodded vigorously at the same time.    

The one in charge of defense was a man in his forties called Tian Zhong.    

The one who assisted Little Wood in his attack was a young man who had just reached 20 years of age. His name was Mutou.    

Little Mu did not know why Tanaka had joined Nanfang's group and why he had been chosen to compete.    

He only knew why Mutou came.    

Mutou is a college student and has a pretty girlfriend. Is there a need to explain further after saying this?    

"Little Mu Jun, we will obtain the final victory!"    

Mutou said in a low voice, "So, we have to keep it steady."    

"Right."    

Little Mu nodded vigorously. He didn't conceal the admiration and gratitude in his eyes as he looked over at Shangdao Yinghua.    

It was this Beautiful Young Woman, who looked so gentle and gentle, that gave him the chance to avenge his daughter.    

"Less than three minutes. "One hundred and seventy, one hundred and sixty-nine —"    

Little Mu took a deep breath, counting down in his heart. When he looked at San Pu who was a hundred meters away, there was no longer any hatred in his eyes.    

There was only indifference.    

A great battle was about to erupt.    

Big guys know that there are a lot of local plainclothes cops in the dense forest on both sides of the Blue Valley.    

Their task was just to seal off the entire Blue Orchid Valley from outsiders and at the same time observe a new century's white blade battle on the spot.    

Of course, this opportunity wasn't something that could be casually obtained.    

In order to distinguish the enemy from both sides, Nanfang was wearing a unified white warrior uniform.    

And the Broken Knife Flow, was black.    

Slowly!    

Out of the corner of his eye, Little Mu saw their beautiful boss slowly raising her blade.    

"Three, two, one!"    

At this moment, the countdown in Little Mu's heart had ended.    

"Kill!"    

Shangdao Yinghua's voice was hoarse and filled with thirst for blood.    

However, this was still unable to conceal the seductive charm in her voice.    

At the same time, just as Shangdao Yinghua shouted this word, Mister Cang He, who was dressed in black, also raised his broken blade up high and shouted this word.    

Their voices were still echoing in the air when their subordinates on both sides shouted loudly and pounced towards each other.    

One black, one white.    

It was very clear.    

It was more like two waves of sea water, roaring, moving forward at its fastest speed.    

Bang!    

The black and white seas finally collided heavily with each other.    

Miserable screams and the sound of weapons clashing rang out almost simultaneously, followed by the sudden splatter of blood.    

This was a showdown that could be restored to a feudal society.    

It was like two soldiers fighting each other.    

Although there were only two hundred people in the valley, which was a little less than three hundred meters away from the scene, the momentum of the collision still made the plainclothes men hiding in the forest on both sides of the valley change their expressions and subconsciously step back.    

"Kill, kill!"    

Xiaomu Ichiro, who was in the front, did not even know how he bumped into the other party.    

He wasn't even aware that he had been injured after the collision.    

Or kill the other side.    

But he felt no pain.    

Not at all.    

His mind was filled with his daughter's lifeless eyes and his wife's joyous cries under Sanpu.    

These two scenes caused him to stare fixedly at San Pu.    

"Little Mu Jun, be careful!"    

When Little Mu held his sabre with both hands and pounced towards San Pu, who was standing outside of the three people, Tian Zhong's frightened voice came from behind him, "You're hurt — — ah!"    

He realized that his left shoulder was still pierced by a small wooden stick with a broken blade. Unexpectedly, he was unable to sense it and was only able to move forward to slash at Tian Zhong. Just as he was reminded, his abdomen was stabbed by someone.    

Out from behind!    

Tian Zhong only had the ruthlessness and the courage to kill his opponent, but he didn't have the experience from the start of the White Blade Battle.    

After the fierce collision, it was normal for Little Wood's shoulder to be injured.    

Did anyone need to remind him?    

Tian Zhong subconsciously reminded him, causing him to divert his attention. As a result …    

Little Mu could not hear Tian Zhong's screams before his death. He could not even see the people around him!    

He only stared at San Pu, and continued chopping with both of his hands.    

One slash had actually split someone's left shoulder into two.    

However, as this person fell to the ground with a howl, the broken blade also pierced the right side of Little Wood.    

Little Mu did not care. He raised his foot to kick away this person, then shouted again "Kill!" and raised his blade to strike at another passerby.    

He completely forgot about the discipline and cooperation that Gala had requested before the bloody battle.    

"When the Chinamen go crazy, it's scary. "No wonder they were able to beat the crap out of the Americans in the early days of World War II."    

Great Coler looked down at the scene of the fight and shrugged his shoulders in fear.