"Drink haha!"

Sanako drank sweetly and waved her naginata like a wheel. The shadow of the knife rolled under the moonlight, rolling up a cloud of blood mist.

Sanako has a physique that heals injuries easily and leaves scars less easily. In addition, she is proficient in medical skills and has both martial arts and medical skills.

Therefore, under her own personal treatment, the injury on her right shoulder...that is, the knife wound caused by the Rakshasa, has made a gratifying recovery.

However, no matter how powerful her physique is and how excellent her medical skills are, it is impossible for such a large wound to heal in such a short period of time.

At best, it can only prevent it from bleeding and cracking easily.

When I move my right shoulder, I still feel a dull pain, and the flexibility of my right arm is not as good as before.

However, even so, Sanako can still swing the nearly 2-meter-long naginata flying up and down, easily chopping the human body into pieces!

She split a certain Yakuza's head open with just one blow.

Another stab, and another ball of blood mist spurted out.

When the naginata was swung again, a new scream sounded.

Soon enough, the naginata stabbed straight through Sanako's hand like a spear, tying someone's front and back together, giving him a heart-warming heartbeat - a "heart-breaking heart" in the physical sense.

"Cool" and "Heart is soaring".

The thick and long naginata was as flexible as a whip in Sanako's catkin, repeatedly drawing graceful arcs in the air. The long and sharp blade had caused the heads of countless people to fall off and their limbs to be broken into pieces.

Abruptly, Sanazi heard rapid footsteps coming from behind.

A tall, strong man wanted to attack Sanako from behind.

Sanako looked like he had eyes on his back. He didn't turn his head or move his body. The only moving object was the naginata in his hand.

The bottom of the knife pole swings flexibly like a fish's tail. The bottom of the pole hits the strong man's wrist, and the knife immediately flies into the air.

The next moment, the naginata cut across half an arc, the base of the pole turned in front of Sanako, and the blade rotated behind him, slashing off the strong man's head.

Another person attacked.

One second he was shouting, and the next second he was silent.

It was as if his memory had been stripped away. Before he blinked, Sanako was still five steps in front of him, but in just a blink of an eye, his field of vision was filled with the hems of flying kendo uniforms.

How did Sanako get close to him? How did she take action? He had no impression at all.

It wasn't until the world in front of him turned 180 degrees, with the ground running to his head and the ceiling running to his feet, that he realized what had happened - Sanako grabbed his shoulder and used jujitsu to

His uniform was on the ground, and he fell on his back with his neck on the ground.

Being in close contact with such a beautiful beauty - for a moment, this person felt an inexplicable happiness.

This burst of happiness came suddenly and disappeared quickly, so short-lived.

Almost the moment he felt happy, his neck was broken and he completely lost consciousness.

His consciousness and his sense of happiness are forever lost in nothingness.

Did he die happily?

I'm afraid only he himself can know about this kind of thing.

The naginata cuts out, stabs straight, smashes down, lifts up, spins, and flies.

Sanako's naginata technique has indeed been cultivated to a very high level.

Not only is the power amazing, but each move is quite beautiful.

When she swings her naginata, it doesn't feel like she's fighting, but more like she's dancing, making people stop and watch involuntarily.

"It's as fast as the wind, as slow as the forest, as aggressive as fire, as motionless as a mountain, as unpredictable as the clouds, and as moving as thunder." - Use this famous saying from "The Art of War" to describe Sanako's sword skills.

Couldn't be more appropriate.

Wherever the blade passes, there is blood and death.

There are many martial arts masters among the Yakuza who have excellent skills or rich combat experience. However, no matter how they attack, Sanako will always kill them first with faster, more accurate and more powerful moves.

The naginata is a heavy weapon born on the battlefield.

The wide attack range and powerful power make it an excellent weapon for "cruelty".

In terms of the number of enemies killed alone... Sanako might have killed the most enemies among all the people present.

Sanako drank sweetly, brandished her sword, and attacked.

The Yakuza were screaming, defeated, and dying.

In terms of strength, Sanako is not as good as top powerhouses like Rakshasa and Qingden... but it is just not as good as these monsters.

Even if his right shoulder is injured, the majestic "Chiba Ghost Town" is not something that these cats and dogs can touch.

The personalities of Sanako and Souji cannot be said to be completely different, they can only be said to be worlds apart.

One is a graceful and elegant flower of the high mountains, and the other is a sunny and cheerful girl next door.

But only in this aspect, they are highly similar - when they hold a real boy, when they engage in a life-and-death battle, they will put away the gentleness of women, showing a strong will like steel, and a devil-like spirit.

Fierce combat power!

"Huh...huh...huh...huh..."

Sanako raised her delicate hands and gently wiped away the sweat hanging on her chin.

The intensity of the battle that left no room for breathing made Sanako feel that the blood in her body was almost boiling. From the top of her head to her knees, her whole body was filled with hot air and she was dripping with sweat. A few strands of black hair stuck to her pretty face that was flushed due to the surge of blood.

, the lovely Yaobi exhaled hot air, burning the dry red lips.

She took the opportunity to look back at the director behind her.

After being entrusted with the important task of taking care of Souji by Aoto, she moved him to a certain wooden pillar and let her rest against the pillar. She picked up her naginata and used her body as a wall to protect him.

Headquarters, don't let any enemy get even close to the headquarters.

Even without Qingteng's order, she would protect the General Secretary to the death.

Souji is her old acquaintance and old friend - this alone is enough reason for Sanako, who values ​​love and righteousness, to fight for Souji!

Sanako thought to herself: The Qingshui clan must have issued some sort of reward, such as a reward of any amount for each head taken.

For this reason, the Yakuzas are like hungry wolves of wealth, scrambling to be the first and fighting bravely without fear of death or injury.

Seeing the "big fat sheep" lying here who had fainted and lost the ability to fight, their eyes lit up one by one, and they attacked one after another.

Fortunately, with Sanako in charge, the general manager has been safe and sound so far.

Sanako's fierce fighting power and the layers of corpses lying at his feet finally dispelled the Yakuza's arrogance.

Suddenly, the number of people who dared to challenge Sanako decreased.

After resting, Sanako calmed her breathing and stabilized her naginata again.

But at this moment, out of the corner of her eye, she suddenly caught a glimpse of a tall figure that was extremely familiar to her.

"Tachibana-kun...!"

Seeing Qingden, who went to attack Nue, returned safely, a faint joy suddenly flashed across Sanazi's pretty face.

However... just a moment later, the happy expression on her face suddenly froze.

Because she saw Qingdeng confronting a young man—a young man whose face she immediately felt a dull pain in his right shoulder!

"Rakshasa...?! How could...!"

Although she only had one confrontation with Rakshasa, and the only confrontation lasted very short, this brief confrontation had left a deep impression on her...or perhaps a psychological shadow.

Somehow, she subconsciously wanted to go to support Qingdeng, but she urgently remembered that she still needed to protect the general secretary and couldn't leave.

"Ahhhhhh! Smelly woman! Go to hell!"

Suddenly, another blind enemy ran straight towards her.

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Faced with Qingdeng's invitation to fight, Rakshasa remained calm.

He swept his eyes and cast an interested look at Qingden.

"Ju Qingden, I thought you would bring more people here."

"Fortunately, I have been leading my troops to ambush nearby and use silence to stop the enemy. I was just wondering if you might have any backup plans."

"In the end, you really only brought so many people, which makes me a little disappointed."

Rakshasa's tone was laced with unabashed sarcasm.

After hearing this, Qingden finally understood the full picture of Rakshasa's battle plan.

Let Eiichi Shimizu lead a force and attack first.

As for Rakshasa himself, he led another force and lurked near the factory, acting as a general reserve force. He could flexibly choose the timing and method of entering support according to changes in the battle situation.

There is a main team responsible for the first attack, and a reserve team responsible for supporting at any time... It is not a special, but very sound combat policy.
To be continued...