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Chapter 188 The Blade Reborn from the Fire

Mi'er once heard that people will have various hallucinations the moment before death, just like Jiang Zheng now.

But even though she knew it was an illusion, she still couldn't help but reached out and touched that familiar face, and said softly:

"Although it's a lie, I don't have any regrets if I can see you again before I die."

Mi'er originally thought that she was dead and that all this was just a last fantasy.

Unexpectedly, Jiang Zheng smiled at her tenderly, and then bit the finger that Mi'er stretched out.

Ouch! It hurts! At that moment, the pain from her fingers suddenly woke Mi'er up.

Looking at the little maid who quickly retracted her hand with an unbelievable expression on her face, Jiang Zheng couldn't help but smile:

"How's it going? Do you still feel like it's an illusion?"

"It really doesn't look like it anymore. There is no such evil-minded illusion as yours in the world."

Only then did Mi'er realize that Jiang Zheng was real.

He's here, he's really here, is he here to save me?

When she thought that Jiang Zheng might be here to save her, Mi'er couldn't help but feel the corners of her eyes getting wet, but she shook her head and said:

"You shouldn't have come. It might be better for everyone if a hopeless guy like the little girl dies here."

Even Mi'er herself had to admit that after living a boring and failed life.

To die like a homeless rat in this utility room was indeed a very suitable place for him to belong.

Unexpectedly, when Jiang Zheng heard this, he immediately slapped her on the butt, causing the girl to cry out in pain again before muttering:

"It's a beautiful thought. You owe me so many favors and you want to die before you can repay them. Have you ever asked me, the creditor?"

"I owe you a favor? How come this little girl owes you so many favors?"

"I just saved you once, is it a favor?"

"This... does count."

"I taught you how to use WeChat before, and also brought you to know so many friends. Is this a second favor?"

"This. Does this count?"

"I said forget it, don't talk back, and there are still 786 similar favors. I will give you a list when I get back. At least I will make you die until you are eighty years old."

Hearing that Jiang Zheng was seriously preparing to return the favor for the rest of his life, Mi'er was stunned for a moment, and then couldn't help but burst into laughter.

But although she couldn't help but laugh out loud, Mi'er still shook her head and said with a bitter smile:

"I'm sorry, I'm afraid I can't. I just killed someone. I'm afraid I can't return to normal life."

The reason why Mi'er has been reluctant to kill people in the past is because she knows that this is an insurmountable limit.

No matter how clean the blood-stained hands are, they will never return to whiteness and can only fall towards the deep chaos.

Seeing the helplessness and annoyance in Mi'er's eyes, Jiang Zheng raised his eyebrows and said seriously:

"What's so big about killing a lot of people? I've also killed demons, so that's not even more important."

Poof! Before Jiang Zheng could finish speaking, a mercenary student who quietly moved behind him suddenly pulled the trigger!

As a burst of fiery snakes erupted from the muzzle of the "P90 submachine gun", more than a dozen bullets came out instantly!

The "P90 submachine gun" has the characteristics of novel structure, continuous firepower and good terminal effect. It is also very light to use.

Especially the 5.7mm bullets can easily penetrate bulletproof vests with level three, level four or even level five protection at close range.

The mercenary students naturally know the power of the submachine gun in their hands.

He was also convinced that the opponent would not be alive if the bullet hit him, even if he had a bulletproof vest.

But precisely because of this, when the bullet hit him back.

The attacker, who was wearing a lightweight ceramic bulletproof vest, was particularly surprised.

The next second, the mercenary student who attacked Jiang Zheng felt a sharp pain in front of him.

When he slowly lowered his head and looked at his chest, he discovered that there were a large number of bullet holes in his chest.

What. What's going on? In the end what happened?

The man raised his head again and looked at Jiang Zheng, who was holding a "P90 submachine gun" at some point, his eyes full of confusion.

No, no, no?

It was obviously me who was raising the gun to shoot at him, why did it turn into him raising the gun to shoot at me in the blink of an eye?

Where did the gun in my hand go? Where did the bullet I fired go? Where did the gun in his hand come from?

Everyone present could see clearly that there was no weapon in Jiang Zheng's hand.

Although everyone was very surprised by how quickly he came and went without a trace just now, and how quickly he was able to rescue Mi'er from He's knife.

But as long as there is no weapon in his hand, the mercenaries do not believe that he can withstand bullets. This is common sense in the world.

Who knows that although Jiang Zheng has no weapon, the moment you raise your gun and shoot at me, your weapon is already mine.

After casually picking up the weapon that had just been modified through the "text conversion ability" and looking at it, Jiang Zheng smiled at the stunned Mi'er:

"Look, it's not a big deal if I kill someone now, right?"

So far, this was actually Jiang Zheng's first time killing someone, but he didn't think there was anything wrong with this behavior.

Sometimes reality is like this. If you don't kill someone, others will kill you. So you can't just let yourself be killed, right?

What's more, no matter whether it's people or things, Jiang Zheng's eyes are definitely not black and white.

In other words, in Jiang Zheng's world view, there is no white or black, only a delicate gray.

After easily killing a mercenary, Jiang Zheng handed the "P90 submachine gun" to Mi'er and said with a smile:

"I don't like using this thing, so I'll leave it to you. I'll avenge myself."

As soon as Jiang Zheng finished speaking, Hedun, who was already hiding behind the wall not far away, felt his scalp numb and shouted quickly:

"Retreat! Cover with fire"

For mercenaries, cross-fire cover is the safest and most common method when retreating.

But before He could finish giving the order, a figure flew out from the middle of the utility room like a ghost!

Yes, he flew out at the same second he said "You will avenge yourself."

Jiang Zheng then threw Mi'er's petite body forcefully outward, as if he was throwing a discus.

Mi'er, who was thrown outside the house, quickly came to her senses and stabilized her figure in mid-air with quick reflexes.

The familiar yet unfamiliar "P90 submachine gun" in his hand spewed out deadly tongues of fire while speeding.

Mi'er rolled on the ground to relieve her momentum, and then made a beautiful sideways leap to regain her footing.

The two mercenary students who were just preparing to evacuate in this direction have all been killed by gunfire.

Moreover, the positions where the two were shot were all between their eyebrows, with almost no deviation.

So fast! And it can be so accurate under such circumstances!

The moment he saw this scene, even the battle-hardened He couldn't help but feel a chill.

Mi'er could never do such a clean and neat movement before.

Because she set a self-seal for herself, a seal called "no killing".

As Mi'er's instructor, He clearly knew what kind of energy was hidden in this little girl's petite body.

She was born to be a killer. She can learn all kinds of killing tricks instantly, and she can also draw inferences from one case to another.

The most important thing is that Mi'er's spirit is different from ordinary people. She can maintain super strong concentration and easily enter areas that ordinary people can't imagine.

But at the same time, because of Mi'er's mental problems, it is easy to lose her mind and become a crazy killing witch if she is not careful.

Mi'er didn't want this, she didn't want it to be like this, she just wanted to take revenge on the Shen family, and she didn't want to become that kind of perverted murderer.

So she was like a baby crawling next to a huge crack.

The fear of taking someone else's life will push you into hell as well.

Because of this, Mi'er set a "no killing" seal for herself, and she had never killed anyone before today.

Even after having to kill Alexey as a last resort, Mier still felt annoyed, disgusted, and frightened by this behavior. This kind of fear and avoidance of killing will naturally limit Mi'er's strength, allowing her to only use 80% of her abilities.

However, right now, right in front of He, the seal was released.

"Hiss."

Suddenly, Mi'er looked up at the clear blue sky and took a deep breath of the fresh air that filled the manor.

Even though the air was filled with the stench of blood, she still felt extremely comfortable, as if she had been cleansed from the inside out.

The most amazing thing is that the arm that was seriously injured just now and could hardly move has returned to normal without knowing it.

"Let's decide the outcome, Master He."

After casually throwing away the firearm in his hand, Mi'er raised the Phoenix Saber that made the "Scarlet Dagger" famous again and said to He who was hiding in the corner.

Her words sounded calm and as plain as water, but they contained an edge that was almost solid.

At the same time, a scream came from the other end of the utility room, indicating that the last mercenary student had also suffered bad luck.

But even though he knew he was alone, he still had to face being surrounded by Jiang Zheng and Mi'er.

He still calmly asked his proud disciple:

"You seem to have undergone some kind of mental transformation. You used to be very afraid of killing."

"Well, I read in a book before that if a person commits murder, he will fall into the Asura Hell, so I have always been afraid."

"That makes sense, but what about now? Why are you suddenly not afraid anymore?"

Haha, Mi'er smiled easily after hearing this, looked at Jiang Zheng who was leaning on the wall next to him, looking like he was watching a show, and said with a smile:

"Because he is here, even if I fall, he will pull me up, so there is nothing to be afraid of."

After hearing these words full of pride and love, He was silent for a while, then nodded:

"I previously thought that you without emotions was the perfect work, but now it seems that I misjudged it. Now that you have filled the gap, you are the most perfect."

If Mi'er was like a baby crawling next to a huge crack, she might fall into hell at any time.

Then the man standing next to him looking at him, Jiang Zheng, was like a patchwork stone filling the gap.

It is precisely because of his presence and his gaze that Mi'er can run with all her strength unscrupulously, and even be reborn from the ashes and spread her wings to soar.

Even He couldn't imagine how difficult it would be to deal with such a knife that completely broke the seal and a flying knife.

But even so, he also has his own pride and cannot give up so easily.

So under the witness of the young man on the side, He raised the weapon in his hand for the last time.

"Kizlyar Phoenix", this pair of knives accompanied He from the biting cold wind in Siberia to where he is today.

Compared with the Phoenix Sabers used by the students, He's pair of swords are specially made and the best.

At this time, the old mercenary lowered his body slightly and leaned forward, staring at Mi'er with burning eyes.

His left hand is holding the handle of the knife upright, and his right hand is holding the handle backwards. This forward and reverse holding method is the essence of He's decades of swordsmanship.

At the same time, Mi'er also assumed the same posture, her body sank slightly, leaning forward, and she held the saber in her right hand.

The surrounding space was quite wide, but as they leaned forward slightly, the distance between them seemed to be much closer.

In other words, the distance between sharp blades and the distance between death and life has become much closer.

The master and disciple stood several meters apart, motionless and not even blinking.

Gradually, Jiang Zheng could see that murderous intent appeared in the eyes of the two people, and it became stronger and stronger.

One hit, this kind of showdown between killers usually only requires one hit, not a lot of bells and whistles going on.

As the murderous intent in their eyes grew stronger, even the air around them seemed to be tightened.

As long as there is a slight force, the string will break, the person will die, and everything will be over.

This atmosphere, which was like the prelude to a cowboy gunfight in the West, even Jiang Zheng felt like he was about to stop breathing, lasted for a few seconds.

In an instant! Accompanied by a thunderous explosion! The ground beneath their feet shattered at the same time! The people immediately rushed forward!

Mi'er and He both moved so fast that when they rushed forward, their bodies even brought with them an afterimage.

Almost at the same time, the blade cut through the air with a sharp whistle, and the light of the blade stayed in the beautiful sunlight for a long time.

In He's life, he had experienced countless fights, and he had no idea how many human bodies were chopped open by the sharp blade in his hand.

After experiencing so many fights, he is still alive, so he naturally has his own uniqueness. Both his skills and experience have reached the state of perfection.

But today he cannot win because the knife in front of him has wings to fly to the future.

Boom! As the two people passed each other and stood with their backs facing each other, the two sabers in He's hands fell to the ground at the same time.

In addition to his knife, there were also two thumbs that landed together. Two rough thumbs covered with calluses.

The pain in his hand didn't surprise He. What really surprised him was Mi'er's knife just now.

In the midst of the electric light and flint, He's two swords slashed left and right, up and down at the same time.

In an instant, it changed several ways like a ghost, and finally went straight for the opponent's throat and heart.

But Mi'er's body avoided all fatal points as nimbly as a butterfly flying through flowers.

He only received a few moderate cuts on his shoulders, flanks, cheeks and other areas, but it didn't lead to death.

At the same time, her last, completely unpredictable knife cut off the master's fingers, the two most important fingers, with ease.

".I didn't react at all to the last stab. How did I do that?"

"Because there is no killing intention when this sword is swung. Only in this way can it hit the master."

Just as He knew Mi'er, Mi'er also knew the master.

He was raised as an agent since he was a child, and was always accompanied by fierce battlefields.

Therefore, he is naturally extremely sensitive to murderous intent, and even if his eyes don't see it, his body will naturally take action.

Even to the extreme, even if someone attacks He with a knife in his sleep, he can kill the opponent with his instinctive reaction.

If you want to kill such a top powerhouse with a knife, it will be difficult to do it unless you have Jiang Zheng's miraculous abilities.

Mi'er simply did the opposite and completely let go of her mind when she swung the knife, as if she was swinging the knife into the air, eliminating all murderous intentions.

There were hundreds of knives swung at He. This was the first time he encountered a knife without killing intent, so naturally he couldn't react in time.

Hearing this, He couldn't help but smile bitterly and said:

"The knife has no killing intent, so you didn't kill me, but chose to cut off your fingers?"

However, Mi'er took a deep breath and said without looking back:

"It's not completely impossible. After all, the 'Scarlet Dagger' will cease to exist from today on. It's no different from killing you."

For a swordsman, the thumb is the most important body organ.

He, whose thumbs on both hands were cut off at the root, will naturally never be able to hold a knife again.

The "Scarlet Dagger" cannot hold a knife, and most of his abilities are useless. It is indeed no different from death.

Of course He also knew this. He couldn't help but let out a roar, then sighed deeply, then turned to Mi'er and said:

"Well done, I totally lost .100 points. From today on, you are on your way."

As soon as he finished speaking, He leaned down and picked up his two special "Kizlyar Phoenix" from the ground.

After sheathing the sword, she took a deep look and then threw the pair of magic weapons towards Mi'er.

"This is."

"Please accept the gift as a disciple. I won't have any use for this thing in the future anyway. Rather than rusting with me, it's better to pass it on to the most proud disciple, who can still be of some use."

After presenting the pair of swords, He waved at Mi'er and Jiang Zheng with his right hand, which was still bleeding, and walked out of the manor without looking back.

(End of this chapter)