After lunch, Ying started to implement Yi Chen's plan and let all the publicly exposed it. So all Ying's subordinates jumped out with great enthusiasm, dancing swords and guns in front of the barracks or on the walls of the castle, which was very lively. The other people in the barracks showed their heads from time to time. In less than an hour, Arthur and the others had calculated Ying and the specific number of them.

Hagen chuckled: "We have found out the details of these idiots like this. However, there are so many experts on their side..." He frowned instinctively.

Skel also nodded: "Yes, most of us are not members of the referee system. If we fight hand-to-hand, maybe our subordinates will suffer."

Troy shook his head: "Maybe we should ask the Holy See for support from the Holy See?"

Skel's heart shook and said quickly: "There is no support. Lord Galanti said that the main force should be placed in the Holy See, and we only have so many people." How dare he tell Troy that Galanti simply sent a false order to mobilize people for him?

Rushi made a fuss all afternoon, and the night fell quietly.

The barracks on both sides were brightly lit, and Arthur and the others were praying for something honestly, probably their evening homework or something else. Dracula and their tents set up a card table and were gambling again. Among them, Chekov and other groups of people shouted the most, nothing more than being unwilling to give up when they lost money, or being discovered by stealing cards, etc.

As for Phil and Gore, they got a dead wooden stake from somewhere, and they were shaved into wooden drums with great enthusiasm, and they beat them crazy there, taking off their upper bodies and shouting strange tunes. A group of special masters from the four major families joined in the fun, slapped and shouting. Moreover, they all had the old Japanese habits, and they tried their best to drink wine when they were happy, and the dog's belly could not hold two taels of white wine, and they all started to shout drunk.

Kane was bored, and he practiced his fists alone in the woods next to the barracks. The howling fists smashed the big trees one by one. The sound of the big trees collapsed, and the sound of the birds flying around were frightened and made people's ears hurt...

The noisy was midnight, and the people on Arthur's side could not bear it. They walked out of the mobile house angrily and looked at the messy barracks there in anger. Troy smiled bitterly: "These people who are addicted to sin... the world is indeed too dirty and too noisy." A group of ascetic monks nodded in unison, smiling bitterly without saying anything.

Arthur shook his head and whispered: "It's better for them to make trouble like this. At least the two attackers could not come secretly during the day... However, I still suspect that those attackers have something to do with them."

Murphy was silent for a while and shook his head: "Whether it is related or not, we should be careful. According to the Japanese style, they will never wait until the date to fight us openly. Tomorrow, I will investigate the terrain of the castle in detail. I am afraid that they will set up magic traps, and we will check every corner with holy light."

Several people nodded, and Troy ordered: "Seeing that they are still in high spirits, it is impossible to stop for the time being. Let's go and rest. If you close the function of your facial features a little, you won't hear these noises. Alas..."

These senior officials went to rest, and only those who were watching the night were looking at the noisy crowd ahead with anger.

The two deacons of the referees wandered around the barracks bored for a few times and whispered: "They are too disrespectful. Although we are not so-called knights, at least before the duel, you have to maintain a little respect for your opponent and yourself? Where are they doing this like this?"

"If Mr. Troy hadn't told us, I would have really wanted to have their people fight first."

A ghostly voice came over: "No chance, idiot." Four powerful arms suddenly flashed out from behind them, covering the necks of the two unlucky deacons tightly, lifting them up from the ground, and then pulling them into the woods. Shabiya and Kru, who were forced to dodge under Chekov's bed for a day, were now full of anger, and almost strangled the two unlucky low-level deacons to death.

And here, while the noise was happening, Yi Chen sneaked out of Dracula's tent. Dracula had already transformed into a small platinum bat, hid in Yi Chen's long hair, and said squeakingly: "Damn it, why do you have such an idea? That old Japanese man, I can defeat him on the front."

Yi Chen ignored Dracula's complaints and approached Iwada's tent carefully like a ghost. This old guy has a quirk, and no one is allowed to stay near the tent, and his tent is close to the edge of the camp, lonely. Yi Chen gently bounced his finger at the exit of the tent and whispered: "Mr. Iwada, come with me."

A little further outside, more than a dozen bats had worked together to emit dark magic, blocking away the nearby light and sounds. The lurking genin did not notice any movement. Yi Chen had already covered the woods with Iwada with a sneer on his face.

When Sky and the others saw Yi Chen and his men leaving, they flew lazily in the air for a while, squeaked at Arthur maliciously, and rushed back to the tent where the gambling game was going.

Yi Chen walked easily with Iwata into the deep mountains. Iwata sneered and said in a low voice: "Chinese boy, don't go so far, right? Well? What's the matter with me?" Yi Chen didn't say anything and continued to walk forward.

Iwata hesitated for a moment, used his powers to listen carefully, and listened carefully, but did not find that there were other people nearby. He felt relieved and followed with confidence. However, although he was relieved, he still raised all his skills and was ready to respond at any time.

Dracula's little claws grabbed Yi Chen's earlobe tightly and muttered, "Well, where is the better place for me to get my mouth? This old man's qi and blood are strong. I like it. It's a good piece of food. Um, neck? No, this way of eating is too vulgar; wrists? Um, there are too many tendons there, which is not delicious; dig out his heart and suck in the air? Um, this old man is dark, has he taken a bath?"

Yi Chen frowned tightly, "Damn it, you usually have a super noble character, but now when you see the "food" now, you are even more verbose than Chekov. What's the point?

Yi Chen walked easily to a small valley, and finally stopped.

Iwata looked around and said swayingly: "Well, Chinese boy, why are you bringing me here? Do you want to deal with me with just your little skill? I will tell you first that ordinary firearms are useless to me."

Yi Chen took a few steps forward, looked at Iwata with a flattering smile, and bowed and said, "Dear Mr. Iwata, I heard Mr. Ying say today. You seem to have a little misunderstanding about me. In fact, I admire the culture of the Great Japanese Empire very much... Why do you hate me?"

Iwata smiled: "Baga, so you are... um, do you admire us very much? Then, you can also be regarded as a submissive person of the Great Japanese Empire... If you are willing to obey my leader, of course I will ask Ying to take good care of you." Iwata was very happy. It turned out that Yi Chen was afraid of giving in to himself in front of his subordinates, so he brought himself far away... Understand, understand, and sometimes the Chinese people always have to pay attention to face.

Yi Chen took a few steps forward and said with a smile: "Of course, my subordinates and I admire the pornographic culture of the Great Japanese Empire very much." Yi Chen leaned forward slightly, and he had already activated it.

Iwata was clattering his mouth. Why is Yi Chen's words so weird? Baga, apart from pornography, is there nothing better in the Japanese Empire? Is this kid teasing me?

Iwata had just recovered the smell, and a gust of wind was already blowing at his face. Iwata was shocked and looked up. Yi Chen's long hair flew with strange hair, and his body emitted a soft fluorescent light. With every move, the strong wind overflowed. The punch that came from the face and the energy was retracted and released, actually enveloped his whole body. The force that was holding but not vomiting could hit any part of his body at any time.

Iwata was shocked: "Bagayalu, why didn't I realize that you are a good player too?" He raised his fist and slashed out with a palm, and a strong wind slashed towards Yi Chen with a scorching wave of air.

Yi Chen laughed strangely: "Tsk tsk, the Dunjia Tianshu stolen from China is well-edited, and it actually has three flavors and real hot?" Yi Chen smiled and slashed the punch towards Iwata's palm wind.

Iwata laughed secretly, just because of you, how much skill can you have? Do you dare to face my palms? Even if you know how our martial arts come from, so what? Iwata exhaled and released his internal strength for more than a hundred years of hard practice without reservation. Suddenly, a red light as thick as a palm was mixed with the sound of thunder, pounced on Yi Chen like a fire dragon.

Yi Chen was light and before the fist wind and fire dragon were in contact, he had already turned over somersault. Then, a platinum of light flew from his shoulders toward Iwata's face. A harsh and strange roar sounded loudly, and powerful dark power enveloped the surroundings.

Iwada almost vomited blood. Yi Chen's fierce punch was actually a false move, which made him angry. The monster rushing towards him was too powerful, right? Dracula screamed strangely, and gradually turned from a bat into a human form in the air, and then a straight punch hit the old man Iwada's heart. If you want to talk about how Iwada became the coach of the four major families, he had already smashed all his skills at Yi Chen, but at this moment he took a breath. As the true energy flowed, his body was suddenly full of strength, and he was hit by Dracula's punch and retreated with the momentum.

Dracula cursed loudly: "Damn it, if I hadn't been afraid of killing you and the blood was not fresh, I would have killed you directly... Don't run away, you are my Xiaoye."

Iwata looked at Dracula with fangs poked out of his mouth in horror, thinking: "Is this the so-called vampire? Humph, do you dare to underestimate me? You dare to treat me as food." Iwata waved his hand, and a gust of cold wind rose from the ground, and a stream of black smoke rushed towards Dracula.

Yi Chen had already landed there. Seeing Iwata using secret methods to deal with Dracula, he immediately slapped and shouted: "Mr. Dracula, be careful. People eat pork, but many people are injured by wild boars."

Dracula is so furious, why are you Yi Chen yelling around? He is not going to end the night, his eyes are full of red light, and the clothes behind him are suddenly broken by two huge bat wings. He screamed to the sky and punched out. A black electric column collided with Iwada's black smoke. A slight sound was heard, and countless undead people could be seen running around in the black smoke, and then they were turned into nothing by Dracula's dark power...

Iwata had already got a chance to breathe, and when he lifted his breath, he was about to prepare to pounce on Dracula.

A black lightning slashed from the sky, and a shrill sword wind seemed to tear the whole world and reached Iwada's back in an instant. Iwada was shocked, why did anyone come down from such a high place to attack him?

He didn't have time to think so much. The extremely sharp sword light had already penetrated from his back and forth, and then slashed down his spine, then waved his hand to the upper area, and Iwada was chopped into two pieces.

Yi Chen shrugged his shoulders and said relaxedly: "OK, I've done it...hey, you guys..."

Sakura smiled when she held the sword and Dracula's punch on the opposite side was no longer in front of him. Looking at Dracula's silent face, she didn't know whether he did it on purpose or unintentional.

Sakura was shocked. It was not easy to be slashed by a high-level vampire for no reason. "Ka Yue" hurriedly unsheathed, let out a low moan, and laid thousands of layers of sword nets finely and densely. There was a burst of "Ding Ding Dangdang" sound. After the fist and swords were intertwined for about five seconds, Durcula frowned and closed her fist and flashed back, muttering: "What a sharp sword, it's such a good thing... But you shouldn't waste my food. You split him, it's such a waste, such a good blood." Drops of blood dripped from his fist and disappeared in the air.

Sakura's wrist also numbed and murmured: "What a hard fist, fortunately he didn't hit him. What a terrible creature."

On this side, Yi Chen had already begun to examine Iwada's corpse. He smiled and a faint holy light suddenly appeared on his hands. Although it was weak, it was indeed a real holy light. Then these holy lights gathered into the Holy Light Sword, slowly cutting off two corpses of Iwada's corpse, cutting them as if they were killed by the Holy Sword.

Dracula looked at Yi Chen in amazement: "Satan is above, you don't believe in God, why can you use holy power?"

Yi Chen looked at him strangely: "Why must we believe in God? Mr. Jester worships Satan. If he wants, his sacred light against the cross can still be transformed into sacred power... I, after being fooled with him for so long, I have to learn something. Don't be surprised, my sacred power is too weak, probably only killing a chicken, so I am too lazy to use it."

After dissipating his hair casually, Yi Chen stood up and said with a smile: "But it is enough to fake a corpse. Anyway, just leave a little trace of holy power... Well, what else is missing?"

Shabiya and Kru flew to the scene with two poor low-level deacons, and said with a smirk: "Master Dracula, we have succeeded... Ah, their blood is so delicious."

Yi Chen was stunned for a moment and screamed: "You sucked their blood? Damn, can idiots tell that they were killed by vampires? Then we are just trying to make trouble... It is best to let the other party discover the scene. You are so stupid. Don't you know how to use this method?"

Cru muttered: "We disdain to use this method."

Yi Chen said sarcastically: "So you were killed in the Middle Ages and ran away all over the world... Humph, bring the corpse and I'll deal with it."

Dracula also glanced at Sabiya and Kru, very dissatisfied with the fact that they dared to suck blood without having enough time to eat. They were so disrespectful to him.

Yi Chen took the two corpses, took out a dagger and cut them on their necks. Then he grabbed half of Iwada's body, grabbed his claws at the necks of the two corpses with his claws, and almost grabbed his head. Then, Yi Chen smashed the ground with a bumpy punch, and it seemed that most of the blood had drifted away with the wind. Then he stopped satisfied and placed the two corpses and two corpses in a suitable position. The swords of the two deacons were also stained with a little blood on Iwada's body, and ordered Dracula to break one hand and throw it next to him.

Yi Chen thought about it for a moment, picked up half of the broken sword, slashed several swords on Iwada's body, and then stopped with satisfaction and waved his hand to signal everyone to retreat.

Dracula ordered Shabiya and Kru to become bats, and viciously stuffed them into their pockets of their clothes. Along the way, he grinded his pockets wildly, walked towards the barracks, and said viciously: "You are really too bold. Before I enjoyed it, you dare..."

Ying looked at Yi Chen and asked, "Yi, I really don't know. You have a good skill, and you really can't tell at all."

Yi Chen shrugged his shoulders and said civicly: "There is no way. Look, my subordinates are all pretty good, right?"

Ying nodded repeatedly: "I think Mr. Jester and others are indeed masters. Maybe they are not as good as senior people in the Holy See, but they are much stronger than those special ninjas of my subordinates."

Yi Chen smiled and said, "So, they taught me all my skills, there is no way. They are afraid that I will be killed... Actually, today I just attracted Iwada's attention. I dare not fight him head-on. My own strength is still clear. However, Sakura killed Iwada with one sword today, which was really neat."

Ying's face turned slightly red: "You are kind. If you didn't use the power of 'Killing Yue', I really can't beat Teacher Iwata... Besides, I rushed down from a height of two thousand meters? I'm really sorry for him, but he was too rude... He actually wanted to annex our Lin family, how could it be possible?"

Yi Chen smiled: "Of course, the family interests, and more importantly, Ying is likely to become the head of the Lin family, right? Isn't it? Of course, I can't let him do whatever he wants."

Yi Chen easily planted a poisonous weed in Ying's heart. Ying murmured softly: "Is the head of the Lin family? That's what Mr. Yamaguchi's immediate relatives can only take charge of it."

Yi Chen yelled a few times and didn't say anything.

Sakura smiled and stopped talking.
Chapter completed!