Super Soldier Super Soldier Chapter 251

Chapter 251 Even If Neither Side Wins

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.”

“Money makes the mare go. And the amount of money given was huge. In a society where the strong prey on the weak, people are extremely greedy.”

“So?” Miyamoto Shinji asked.

“So the brothers were betrayed. Tulay was as fearsome as the devil, but his brother was less terrifying. They distracted Tulay, drugged his brother and cut off his head. The price they paid was enough to hire dozens of expert killers. When Tulay found out, he slaughtered the whole tribe, numbering over a thousand. No one survived. He then skinned the chief bit by bit, covered him in syrup, and watched the ants nibble him to death.”

The image of the stern black guy came up in Miyamoto Shinji's mind. He never imagined this man to be so brutal. Though Miyamoto Shinji had killed people before, this man chilled him to the bone.

“Then he killed the king of that country and killed thousands more, ranking him S among all the wanted in the world. Many countries sent their special forces to capture him. He escaped Africa and entered into Mr. Buddha's service.”

There was a hint of banter in Henry's eyes. “Do you think that friend of yours can kill a man like that? I'm curious as to what he will look like when Tulay skins him bit by bit.”

Miyamoto Shinji was distracted for a moment. Then he suddenly felt a chill as if winter surrounded him. The next moment, he found Henry standing in front of him with the pointy end of his sword on his chest. Miyamoto Shinji dodged aside instantly, but the sword had already pierced him. Blood dripped on the ground as Henry drew back his sword.

Henry licked the blood on his sword, his eyes gleaming coldly. “I didn't think it would end so quickly. I'm disappointed.”

Henry sneered as he watched Miyamoto Shinji lying in the pool of his own blood, “Do you know the biggest difference between you and me? Battle experience and mentality. In other words, even if your strength equals mine, you will die anyway. I've long become unfeeling ever since I killed my six siblings. How are you mortals supposed to defeat me?”

“Alright, I should probably check on their situation. White Hair doesn't need my help. I'd better go help Tulay, so we can take the princess after we kill the others.”

A faint sound suddenly drifted into Henry's ears. He whirled around and found Miyamoto Shinji standing on the ground, his white gown dyed red by his blood. He still stared at Henry with his cold eyes, his left hand on the handle of his sword, and his right on the sheath.

Henry clearly remembered his sword piercing Miyamoto Shinji's heart and now he was blood-soaked. Yet Miyamoto Shinji still stood there before a shocked Henry.

Miyamoto Shinji used his thumb to wipe off the blood at the corner of his mouth. Then he grabbed the handle again and spoke calmly, “I survived because you underestimated me. You took advantage of me when I was distracted, but you didn't use your sword to ascertain my death. If you stabbed me twice more, I would have been dead. You thought your sword pierced my heart, but I dodged. It merely caught me in the chest. Though it's still serious, it's not mortal.”

“So what?” Henry sneered, “You will die anyway!”

Miyamoto Shinji was also at the middle stage of Elixir-strength, like Henry. Though he didn't let the sword pierce his heart, it penetrated his bosom. If he bled too much, he would lose his life. When two top masters fought, a tiny mistake would lead to failure, just like Henry taking advantage of Miyamoto Shinji when he was distracted for a moment. Since Miyamoto Shinji had shed too much blood, his physical and mental condition was far from his prime. And he was facing an enemy who was not inferior to him even in his heyday. How was he supposed to defeat this foe?

While Miyamoto Shinji's life was in danger, Lil Bei and Tulay were getting ready to fight. Tulay was a cruel human being, so he didn't talk much, neither did Lil Bei. The two were staring at each other, looking for the opponent's weak point. Suddenly they both moved.

When the two started fighting each other, Lil Bei realized Tulay was far stronger than him. He found his foe at the pinnacle of Elixir-strength, which was one step away from Gang-strength, while he was only at the middle stage of Elixir-strength.

The two kept fighting and delivering strikes. Lil Bei was smaller than Tulay in size, but he did not flinch. He kept attacking relentlessly.

He felt his blood boiling within him, and his eyes were ablaze with excitement, and it was all because of Xiao Bing.

Xiao Bing was hurt by White Hair, so he was going to vent all his anger on Tulay.

No matter who loses or who wins, he wanted Tulay dead, even if it cost him his life!

Chapter end