"Kill, kill, kill!"
"Hahahaha..."
A Rogue Ninja wielding dual axes wore a cruel expression as he cleaved right through a guard's head. Red and white instantly splattered all over him, driving him into an excited, wild laugh.
Yet he failed to notice that Death God, holding an exaggeratedly large sword, had somehow already arrived behind him.
The thirty-kilogram Kubikiribōchō felt like nothing in Shinji's hands. He simply lifted it casually, horizontal to the ground, so that the opponent's neck caught right inside the blade's semi-circular notch.
Decapitation execution!
Swish!
Puff!
A head still bearing remnants of excitement and cruelty instantly shot into the air, and only then did a fountain of piping-hot blood spray outward from the severed neck.
"What person?!"
The sudden turn of events left both warring sides in the clearing somewhat stunned.
After finishing the kill, Shinji's expression didn't change in the slightest. He merely held the Kubikiribōchō horizontally before his eyes and inspected it carefully.
He found that one of the Seven Kill Lamps had finally lit up!
Sure enough, making up the numbers with other animals wouldn't do; killing people was still what made it work.
Upon confirming this, Shinji felt much more at ease. After all, there were still so many subjects right before him to use for experiments.
"Hey! Where the hell did you bastard pop out from? Die!"
A bandit wielding a spiked club relied on his brawn and charged straight at him.
Yet Shinji didn't even have the desire to look back at him a second time. With just a casual wave, the Kubikiribōchō sliced the incoming person diagonally in half first!
"Not bad, that's two."
"Who's next?"
"Forget it, coming at them one by one like this is too slow. I'll come find you guys instead."
Propping the Kubikiribōchō over his shoulder, Shinji walked toward the crowd with that arrogant posture.
Although they had just been intimidated by Shinji's brutal two strikes, these bandits were, by nature, scoundrels composed of Rogue Ninja and down-on-their-luck samurai who committed every imaginable evil. On top of that, they outnumbered him, so naturally they weren't about to let a duck to their mouths fly away.
Hence, someone shouted loudly, putting on a bold front: "The enemy is tricky, everyone attack together!"
"Watch out for that oversized sword of his, surround him!"
"Kill!"
Realizing that the newcomer meant trouble, nearly half of the bandits rushed toward Shinji, eager to surround and kill him first.
As for the rest, they continued attacking the guards, since that was still their main purpose here.
Yet very soon they stopped thinking that way...
Even while under siege, Shinji remained extremely calm, because this bunch of fellows in front of him genuinely struggled to pose any pressure to him whatsoever.
He suddenly brought down a top-down strike, directly cleaving an unlucky fellow in half along with his weapon.
Then, with a horizontal sweep, four or five people failed to dodge in time and had their bellies slashed open, spilling messy entrails and whatnot all over the ground instantly.
Moreover, having sustained such heavy injuries, they couldn't die for a short while, and could only drag their intestines across the ground as they wailed.
Seeing this, some people already began to harbor thoughts of retreat, halting and not daring to advance.
But how could Shinji, who hadn't yet lit up all the Seven Kill Lamps, let them off? So he immediately rushed out and began slashing wildly!
A single slash meant someone would invariably forfeit their life on the spot!
Sometimes even more than one.
This exhilarating feeling was especially akin to a berserker with Musou activated mowing down grass.
For some reason, at this moment Shinji suddenly recalled the scene of Madara Uchiha, after being summoned by Impure World Reincarnation, suppressing tens of thousands of Allied Shinobi Forces all by himself.
In this world, individual strength could completely override the collective!
Numbers simply had no meaning.
If they did, it just meant one wasn't strong enough yet.
Perhaps when Madara looked down upon those tens of thousands of Allied Shinobi Forces back then, what he was thinking in his heart was definitely not whether he could win or not,
but rather approximately how much time slaughtering these fellows would waste.
Almost in the blink of an eye, the Seven Kill Lamps on the Kubikiribōchō all lit up!
Shinji suddenly stopped in his tracks, swept a simple glance around, and noticed someone who looked like the leader hiding on the very outer edge barking orders.
The distance between the two was barely sixty or seventy meters, which completely met the conditions for unleashing an ultimate move.
Therefore, Shinji activated [Cloak-Breaking Strike] immediately without the slightest hesitation!
In a flash, Shinji vanished, and right after that, a scream was cut abruptly short!
Swish!
When Shinji appeared again, he was already sixty or seventy meters away, and beneath his feet lay two halved corpses.
This ghostly, teleport-like scene completely frightened the remaining people out of their wits.
Once they snapped out of their shock, they instantly fled in disarray like scattered birds and beasts.
Clearly, an enemy of this level was simply not something they could handle.
Didn't they see the leader get cleaved in half by a single stroke?!
They couldn't even capture the opponent's movement trajectory; the moment they froze up, people were already split in two. What the hell was the point of fighting this, hurry up and run for your lives.
At this moment, Shinji, having tried [Cloak-Breaking Strike] once, was in a great mood.
Although he didn't know what he looked like to others, the moment he triggered [Cloak-Breaking Strike], he immediately felt a bizarre power spread from the blade all the way over his entire body until it enveloped him.
Then, much like teleportation, he directly appeared behind the target.
The unceremonious perspective shift even made him freeze for a tiny fraction of a second back then, but the Kubikiribōchō in his hand didn't hesitate at all, unexpectedly dragging the blade directly upward in an upper slash.
By the time he snapped back to his senses, the opponent had already turned into two halves.
That is to say, this "strike" after "cloak-breaking" had to be slashed out.
If he made no move, the energy stimulated from the Kubikiribōchō would help him actively complete this strike.
This point could be considered to have both advantages and disadvantages.
Shinji examined the Kubikiribōchō, whose energy had now dissipated and whose Seven Kill Lamps had turned dim once more. He still felt quite satisfied in his heart; after all, the flaws didn't obscure the virtues.
At critical moments, this move could entirely be used as a small-scale Flying Thunder God, boasting extremely high practicality!
Raising his head to glance at the enemies who had already begun to rout, Shinji revealed a slightly serious expression. "Such good subjects for testing blades, I can't just let you lot run away like this."
Before his words faded, an 'X'-shaped bloody staining mark had already surfaced upon his forehead.
With a loud bang!
Stamping heavily against the ground, Shinji erupted with double speed and caught up to this group of people in practically a single breath. Then, like a tiger entering a flock of sheep, he wantonly hacked and slashed!
Not a single person could block a single strike.
That exaggeratedly huge blade could practically be said to injure upon brushing past and kill upon touching!
Moreover, their manners of death were mostly quite miserable: either being chopped horizontally into two sections, or split vertically in half. The gentlest method of death turned out to be decapitation with a single stroke, leaving one not knowing whether to laugh or cry.
In a mere moment, not a single one of these people got away; they were all utterly slaughtered.
With the ultra-high mobility brought by Flowing Red Scale + Cloak-Breaking Strike, there was virtually no enemy here that he couldn't catch up to.