Kambara Shuichi Draws His Sword.

Kambara Shuichi observed the current scene. The dense, blackish-red fog was penetrating everywhere, and the outside world should now be completely shrouded in this fog.

This was completely unexpected, but the man remained incredibly calm. He sat cross-legged in front of a door, his Sacred God Sword resting on his lap.

He looked at the clear, mirror-like blade, and the human face reflected on it remained only with a calm, serene expression.

The man's breathing was natural and calm; he seemed completely unconcerned about the eerie mist, his expression composed.

Kambara Shuichi also practiced martial arts during those ten years.

He had visited many famous teachers, including some with genuine skills. Several years ago, he briefly studied under an old man from Shenzhou.

During his training in the mountains, Kambara Shuichi witnessed the old man, who was over sixty years old, knock out a black bear with his fists, and also saw him fight a tiger with one hand and kill a pack of wolves with his bare hands.

As a result, after leaving the mountains, he didn't fire a single bullet from the gun he was carrying.

What shocked him most was the way the old man casually punched a mosquito, leaving it dizzy and disoriented.

He still vividly remembers that body, forged through countless trials, and that terrifying skill.

He wasn't considered the old man's disciple. According to the old man, he probably wouldn't have a disciple in his lifetime to inherit his mantle.

The training with the old man was a transaction: he helped the old man connect with martial arts schools in Kanagawa, and in return, the old man taught him martial arts for a period of time.

Kambara Shuichi's natural talent wasn't particularly outstanding. If you were to ask him what he had learned, it would simply be the increasingly calm state of mind he achieved after mastering the Breathing Technique taught by the old man.

So even now, facing this unexpected situation, he is still able to maintain his original mindset.

The roar from the outside world was incessant; the first line of defense must have already been breached.

Do they believe they have already begun to confront unknown adversaries head-on?

Hopefully, that idiot will be a little smarter this time.

After a long fifteen minutes.

Noisy footsteps pierced through the mist, and rustling Sound Ring the air.

Kambara Shuichi Kambara's placid expression cracked; he gripped the hilt of his sword tightly, his expression gradually hardening with each breath.

"Trust..." The man let out a fleeting sigh in his heart.

The enemy has invaded.

Kambara Shuichi's three lines of defense have failed, leaving only the final line of defense.

Those were the sword and gun in Kambara Shuichi's hand.

As a father, he would naturally be his daughter's last line of defense.

The man stood up silently, listening intently to the other person's undisguised footsteps.

It can be confirmed that there are many people on the other side.

It's highly likely that they are villagers from Kambara Village. However, given that the villagers are unfamiliar with the layout of Kambara Ancestral Home, finding someone quickly in such a vast and spacious house would be extremely difficult.

The simplest and most efficient method is to separate the flow of people and conduct a thorough search.

The other party undoubtedly chose this option.

Kambara Shuichi needs to do now is not to sit and wait for death, but to kill those who have searched the nearby area with the least possible disturbance.

However, the fact that they could break through those three lines of defense so quickly clearly indicates that their combat strength far exceeds that of Kambara Shuichi.

Theoretically, the best way to kill the other side is to use firearms, but that would make too much noise, attracting all the enemies in the ancestral home, leaving him with no chance of survival.

The right thing to do is to delay being discovered and wait for Su Qing'an and Satou Yunona to return.

Therefore, only a knife can be used.

The Sacred God Sword, sharp enough to cut through steel and iron, is Kambara Shuichi's only chance of winning.

Rather than engaging in direct combat, it is wiser to use an understanding of the terrain to launch a sneak attack and decapitate the opponent.

For example, right now.

He was a lame man; one of his feet had probably been blown off by a landmine, but he seemed oblivious to the pain, shuffling forward with his exposed bone rubbing against the ground as he limped along.

Crimson blood traced his path, like red ink splashed carelessly on white paper, making one marvel at how the human body could maintain its mobility despite the large amount of blood flowing through it.

Its appearance was virtually indistinguishable from that of a zombie in a movie.

But then, the Sacred God Sword easily sliced through the skin of his neck, the blade grazing the carotid artery and vein 3 to 4 centimeters away. A great fountain of blood gushed out, staining Kambara Shuichi's face red. Yet, the force and speed of his sword swing remained unchanged. After the blade smoothly struck the surface of the bone, it finally encountered resistance, and he increased his strength once again.

Immediately, the man's head fell to the ground.

The Sacred God Sword has no scabbard.

Kambara Shuichi casually flicked the blood off his knife onto the ground and wiped the blood from his face with his clothes.

The crimson blood was already in his sight, and the world before his eyes was stained with a scarlet hue.

The man's expression was indifferent as he looked at the head that had rolled to his feet.

The image above shows the face of that person, still radiating joy and fervor even after death.

Blood stained that face, making it look like a painting from hell.

Kambara Shuichi knew this person.

This man ran a general store in the village. He was usually a kind and amiable middle-aged man who loved children very much. He often brought toys and snacks from the store to give to the children, for which his wife would often scold him by pulling his ear. He was not at all like a businessman who wanted to make money by running a store.

Just like an idiot.

And now, his head has separated from his body and fallen to the ground.

The entire ground was stained with his blood, like a thickly painted postmodern painting.

Kambara Shuichi is also in this painting, appearing as a demon.

There were no sentimental reflections, no agonizing over right or wrong.

There was no disappointment, no regret, or no regret at all.

It's just a matter of perspective.

You want to worship so-called gods, but I want to protect my daughter.

If the actions contradict each other, then the only option is to draw swords and fight.

After glancing at the scene before him, Kambara Shuichi muttered to himself.

"The fate of the Kambara Family must end."

He walked forward indifferently, his feet dragging heavy trails of blood, leaving clear footprints on the clean floor ahead.

People will continue to come to this area sooner or later, and even their abnormal mental state will probably make them wary.

Once someone becomes wary, it becomes much more difficult to carry out such a simple backstab.

However, there was no time or leeway to deal with the situation on-site.

Having made this judgment, the man listened to the footsteps and moved in that direction like a ghost.

Kambara Shuichi wasn't simply fleeing; he was guarding a gate, which is why he could only linger in the vicinity of this place.

Under such circumstances, the scene that cannot be cleaned up will sooner or later become a key clue that leads to his eventual identification.

We can't stop here.