Rebirth of the Peak Young Master

Chapter 1510: Chapter 1510: A Streak of White Light

Some of Zhao Xing’s subordinates didn’t have Zhao Xing’s patience. They saw Miyamoto Keiko personally kill several of his brothers. A few of Zhao Xing’s subordinates were blinded by hatred. They didn’t consider how terrifying this sword could be.

"Fine, she killed several of our brothers, brothers, kill her too!"

"Kill her!"

The three big men beside Zhao Xing raised the weapons in their hands to attack Miyamoto Keiko.

Miyamoto Keiko’s eyes were cold, and he acted before Zhao Xing’s subordinates did. Miyamoto Keiko attacked Zhao Xing’s underlings like a whirlwind. Miyamoto Keiko’s speed was incredibly fast. Zhao Xing’s subordinates felt as if Miyamoto Keiko’s Dongyang Sword had disappeared. The three of them only saw a flash of white light, shining like moonlight, their necks felt icy cold, and the three fell to the ground even before they realized what had happened to their necks.

There was a trace of fear in Zhao Xing’s eyes. Zhao Xing saw Miyamoto’s terrifying speed. If his men were to fight Miyamoto Shigeru in the restroom, their numerical advantage would be diminished, and the tight space would become a disadvantage. For Miyamoto Shigeru, having such terrifying speed wasn’t a threat but could instead harm his own men, so only in the wide open space outside could he leverage some advantage. Thinking of this, Zhao Xing shouted: "Brothers, let’s get out quickly, this space is too small to fight this woman!"

Zhao Xing’s words barely left his mouth when those who had swarmed in were left behind. Miyamoto Keiko never let such a good opportunity go. Amid the continuous screams from the restroom, only Zhao Xing and two members of the gang managed to run out. The rest were killed by Miyamoto Keiko’s sword.

Miyamoto Keiko glanced at Zhao Xing’s retreating back. Her cold eyes showed strong disdain.

Jiang Guangrong’s trio heard the screams from outside and didn’t dare act rashly. After the screams stopped, Jiang Guangrong shrugged off the support of Qin Yanran and Zhang Xianhai. He motioned with his eyes for them to stay inside and not come out. He pushed the door open and looked out.

Jiang Guangrong looked at the restroom and felt like vomiting. Dozens of corpses lay inside the restroom. Blood and innards were everywhere on the floor. The pungent smell of blood constantly assaulted Jiang Guangrong’s nose. The disgusting scene relentlessly assaulted Jiang Guangrong’s mind and stomach. Jiang Guangrong couldn’t help but stagger to the corner and vomit.

At this moment, Jiang Guangrong suddenly felt a hand gently patting his back. Jiang Guangrong turned around, his face full of surprise.

It was Miyamoto Keiko patting Jiang Guangrong’s back. Miyamoto Keiko was veiled, with a slightly teasing expression in her eyes. Miyamoto Shigeru said softly in Eastern, "I haven’t seen you for over a year. You look so weak. Does this stuff make you vomit?"

"Keiko..." Jiang Guangrong couldn’t believe his eyes and couldn’t help but speak softly in Eastern, "Is it really you?"

Although Miyamoto was veiled, Jiang Guangrong clearly felt Miyamoto smiling. Miyamoto Shigeru rarely joked with Jiang Guangrong. He whispered in Dongyang, "Don’t say that. People who don’t know might think I’m your long-lost lover!"

"Hahaha!" Jiang Guangrong laughed heartily. Jiang Guangrong felt the changes in Miyamoto Keiko over the past year. At this point, Miyamoto Keiko’s character might still be cold, but no longer emotionless or indifferent. This also made Jiang Guangrong very happy. After all, no one would want to be accompanied by an icy piece of ice.

Miyamoto Keiko didn’t miss any opportunity to attack Jiang Guangrong. He emphasized his previous words in Dongyang in a deep voice: "Over a year, you’ve become weaker and weaker, vomiting at such a sight!"

"Is that so?" Jiang Guangrong glared at Miyamoto Keiko and turned his head to look at the bloody scene on the floor, holding back the urge to vomit again. "After being away for over a year, you’ve become more and more abnormal, and more flavorful!"

Miyamoto Keiko resolutely gave up fighting Jiang Guangrong. Miyamoto Shigeru clearly knew, in combat, having ten like himself wouldn’t be his match. Miyamoto Shigeru turned on the restroom faucet, washed his Dongyang Great Blade with water, and nonchalantly said, "Go on, I’ll clean up the ants outside!"

"Alright, be careful!" Jiang Guangrong.

Hearing Miyamoto Gangming’s simple yet threatening words, Zhao Xing couldn’t help but feel discouraged. Zhao Xing looked back at his people who had been scared by Miyamoto Gangming’s transformation for a long time. They were hiding behind the refuge, closing their eyes and trembling. Frustration in his heart couldn’t help turning into despair.

Zhao Xing looked at the pack of cigarettes in his pocket with a trembling right hand; perhaps it was inner fear, or perhaps inner despair. Zhao Xing’s lighter clicked a dozen times before lighting a cigarette. Zhao Xing closed his eyes, without a shred of emotion, lit the cigarette in his mouth. Zhao Xing took a deep drag, the smoke was so thick it nearly made him cough. At this moment, Zhao Xing opened his eyes as if he’d made a resolution. Zhao Xing said lightly, "Ashui, take your brothers with you!"

The big guy called by Zhao Xing stared at him in surprise, as if unable to believe Zhao Xing would utter such despairing words. Ashui looked toward the direction of the women’s restroom through a low wall: "Brother Xing, you can’t do that! We haven’t lost yet!"

Zhao Xing glanced at Ashui, smiled bitterly: "Lost...? Who do you think we can complete this task? With those inside, we’re far from capable of handling them. On the global expert rankings, someone like that can be among the top 1000. Why should we beat her? With our good? With our knives? Or with them?"

Ashui looked at those who were scared to death. He couldn’t help but feel hopeless. Ashui opened his mouth: "Let’s go together!"

"Go?" Zhao Xing seemed to hear a very funny joke. He laughed up to the sky, even cried: "If I’m to die here fighting, it’s just me. If I run back, don’t you know the boss’s character? It won’t just be me who dies, my family will be affected as well. Listen to my advice, while the woman hasn’t changed her mind, let’s go. If she changes her mind later, no one will be able to leave!"

As soon as Zhao Xing finished speaking, aside from Ashui, everyone else started fleeing this place like a hellish pit. Miyamoto Keiko just watched the scene through the mirror, joking, and didn’t embarrass those escaping.

Zhao Xing dropped a few cigarettes on the ground, helplessly looked at Ashui: "Why are you still..."

Ashui smiled and said nothing.

Miyamoto Keiko no longer hid at the doorway. He casually walked out. Miyamoto Shigeru held the Eastern Treasure Sword, coldly looking at Zhao Xing: "The road you chose yourself!"

Ashui gritted his teeth, raising his weapon to attack Miyamoto Keiko. It seemed Miyamoto Keiko had anticipated Ashui’s idea long ago. When Ashui aimed at him, he was already in action.

Miyamoto Keiko seemed casual, but actually moved fast. In a short time, he pulled a dagger from his waist with his right hand and effortlessly threw it away. The dagger embedded itself right in the center of Ashui’s forehead. Ashui fell as a response. His eyes were wide and round. He seemed unable to believe that the world still had such enlarging techniques as shooting swords and flying knives.

Zhao Xing lightly sighed, kneeling beside Ashui’s corpse. He gently used his palm to close Ashui’s eyes: "Good brother, I wouldn’t be going alone along the netherworld road with a good brother like you!"

Miyamoto Keiko seemed emotionless. Even in such a tearful scene, Miyamoto’s eyes showed no emotional change. Miyamoto Keiko coldly looked at Zhao Xing’s back, like a killing machine: "Do you have any last words?"