jdhmnovel Chapter 292 Dealing with the Ghost King
Chapter 292 Dealing with the Ghost King
The guard's face changed and he instinctively wanted to retreat, but it was too late.
A sharp sword shining with cold light seemed to appear from nothingness and pierced directly into his throat.
The strike was clean and neat, without any unnecessary movements.
Kill with one sword!
The bodyguard's eyes widened, his hands covering his throat, and he staggered back.
The blood seeped out from between his fingers like a fountain.
"Do not……"
The bodyguard opened his mouth and tried to speak, but the sound was stuck in his throat.
His face was full of fear and pain. He obviously didn't expect that just proposing a sparring match would result in a fatal sword strike.
"boom."
He fell down, his body sinking into a pool of blood, and he didn't move anymore.
"I'm sorry, I had to deal with your bodyguard."
Miyakiri Langda put away his sword and said coldly to the boss in front of him.
"Ah? Never mind, he found it himself."
The boss came back to his senses and managed to squeeze out a few words.
"I've long heard of Mr. Miyache's illustrious reputation. Seeing him today, I can see that his reputation is truly well-deserved."
"Haha, of course."
Masujiro laughed.
"Mr. Miyachiri's strength is unquestionable. Anyone who doubts him will have to pay the price!"
No one paid any attention to the corpse on the ground, as if it was just a dead animal.
Even the other bodyguards behind the boss were used to it.
It's just a dog, it's dead if it dies.
Even though they themselves were... just another set of dogs.
"Sanhe, if you are scared, run away quickly. I am waiting for the Ghost King to come to me."
Masujiro said to Sanhe Zhumaru.
"Mr. Miyakiri is also very interested in the Ghost King."
"Hmph, don't be too careless. So many Western experts have gone to China, but they all returned empty-handed."
Sanhe Zhuwan responded with a cold snort.
"And I'm just reminding you that whether you stay or leave is none of my business... I've already transferred most of my assets to a Swiss bank and can leave at any time!"
"Sanhe's words reminded me that we should also make plans early."
An elder said.
“It’s time to move some assets.”
The other bosses nodded in agreement.
Only Masujiro remained calm, secretly mocking them for being cowards.
"I guess Ohno may have left, otherwise there's no explanation why I can't contact him."
Sanhe Zhuwan continued.
"If anything happens to him, we should get the news."
Hearing this, several big men felt nervous and had the same guess.
That old fox is the most cunning and cautious.
He might have slipped away as soon as he got wind of it.
Thinking of this, they decided to withdraw and leave, leaving the young and inexperienced Masujiro to deal with the Ghost King.
Whatever the outcome, it will not affect them.
"I've made my position clear, now I want to hear yours."
Sanhe Zhuwan looked around at the big guys and asked.
They represent not only individuals, but also the huge forces behind them.
This is also what Lin Fan wants to know, otherwise he wouldn’t have wasted so much time talking about it.
"I want to compete with you."
Before the big guys could speak, Miyakiri Nami suddenly said coldly.
Everyone was stunned and looked in the direction he was looking. It was one of Sanhe Zhuwan's bodyguards?
"Compete with me?"
Lin Fan looked at Miyakiri Langda, a hint of interest flashing in his eyes.
"You don't deserve it."
When Miyakiri Nami heard what Lin Fan said to Sanhe Zhuwan's bodyguards, he and several other big men were stunned.
Then, Lin Fan's words shocked everyone even more.
How dare he speak to Miyakiri Nami like that?
How bold!
The still warm body on the ground seemed to remind everyone.
"Say that again?" Miyakiri Nami couldn't believe his ears.
"I said you don't deserve it, do you understand?"
Lin Fan answered in fluent Japanese with a smile on his face.
"Bastard!"
Miyakiri Nami was furious.
As a member of the Blood Sword School, he had never suffered such contempt.
This is a humiliation to him personally and to the Blood Sword School!
He drew his sword and pointed it at Lin Fan.
"Accept my challenge!"
"Sigh..." Lin Fan looked at Miyakiri Langda, then looked at the other bosses, and sighed.
He had wanted to get more information from them, but now it seemed that this was all he could do.
Forget it, let’s just deal with them later and then force them to reveal the information.
"I was planning on approaching you as a bodyguard, but ended up facing a challenge... well, I won't pretend anymore."
Lin Fan took a step forward.
"I said you don't deserve it, and you just don't deserve it!"
"you wanna die!"
Miyakiri Lang angrily swung his sword and rushed towards Lin Fan.
"It seems this competition will not only decide victory or defeat, but also life or death. Blood Sword Style? That's all."
Lin Fan sneered, and a strong murderous aura suddenly emerged.
Feeling Lin Fan's powerful murderous aura, Miyakiri Langda was shocked. How many battles must it take to accumulate such a concentrated murderous aura!
Before he could react, Lin Fan's Longyuan Sword was already unsheathed.
If Miyakiri Nagada's previous attack was like shooting out of the void, then Lin Fan's sword was like slashing down from the clouds, extremely fast and unstoppable!
There was a crisp sound.
Miyakiri Nami's sword broke into two pieces.
And the Longyuan Sword still pierced straight into Miyakiri Nami's heart.
"No, I surrender!"
Miyakiri Nami shouted in horror, completely losing his previous composure.
"Surrender? I said, this battle must determine not only victory but also life and death... You must die."
Before Lin Fan finished speaking, the Dragon Abyss Sword had already pierced through Gong Qili Langda's heart and exited from behind.
Miyakiri Lang's mouth was bleeding, and his face was filled with pain and fear.
He looked down at the sword on his chest, his whole body cold.
He couldn't avoid the attack!
"You still call yourself 'Sword Master'? You don't deserve it."
Lin Fan looked at Gong Qilangda, smiled faintly, and slowly drew out the Longyuan Sword.
"what……"
As the sword was pulled out, Miyakiri Nagami let out a scream and blood gushed out.
He staggered a few times and fell into a pool of blood.
"You...who are you?"
He looked at Lin Fan and asked with difficulty.
"Since you asked, I'll make it clear to you."
Lin Fan said calmly, "I am the 'Ghost King' you are interested in. Now, what else is there to interest you in me?"
"Ghost...Ghost King..." Miyakiri Lang said with a trembling voice, and then closed his eyes forever.
In his final moments, he paid the price for his curiosity. Even if he had chosen not to fight, the situation today would not have changed much—it would have just been a little longer.
As soon as Miyakiri Namidai fell down, Masujiro and the others were stunned and could not accept the fact before them for a while.
How could Miyakiri Namida, who was so powerful just a moment ago, be defeated so quickly? In fact, it wasn't that he was too weak, but that the strength of Lin Fan, the bodyguard, was too astonishing.
"Ghost...King?" Masujiro and the others came back to their senses and focused their eyes on Lin Fan.
Is he the Ghost King?