boyutpedia Chapter 373 Liuquan 1 Dan
Chapter 373 Liuquan 1 Dan
Once Liu Quan stopped, he searched his entire body to make sure that his purse was indeed missing.
His face darkened, and he began to recall the events of his journey. Soon, he could think of several possible locations where he might have lost his purse.
When the Japanese ninjas following him saw their respected Jonin suddenly stop, they also immediately stopped.
Then they all turned their gazes toward Liu Quan, wondering why their Lord Liu Quan had suddenly stopped.
At that moment, a Japanese ninja carrying two samurai swords on his back and a Type 100 submachine gun slung across his chest walked up to Yanagizumi.
He lowered his head respectfully and asked in a low voice.
"Lord Liuquan, are you looking for something?"
Liu Quan also noticed at this moment that the group had stopped moving forward.
Hearing the question from his deputy, who was also the team's vice-captain, Shushita Rokujiu.
Liu Quan glanced at the path they had come from, then whispered to Liu Jiu under the tree.
"I lost something important on the way. You lead the team to wait for me near the mountain stronghold. I'll be back soon."
"Hi."
Shuxia Liujiu did not ask Liuquan what exactly was lost; that was not his place to ask.
He wasn't afraid of being punished because their respected Jonin-sama had something come up and delayed the operation.
The commander of Chunshi City doesn't have that much ability.
Therefore, upon receiving Liu Quan's order, Shuxia Liujiu immediately agreed.
Then he made a hand gesture to the Japanese ninjas around him who were dressed similarly.
The next moment, the group of Japanese ninjas marched towards Black Tiger Stronghold again.
Liu Quan then returned alone to search for the purse his lover had embroidered for him.
What he didn't know was that the purse he had lost was currently moving rapidly toward his location.
At this speed, it will probably crash in about 10 minutes.
Meanwhile, the somewhat eerie atmosphere in the Black Tiger Stronghold's council hall, which had been there earlier, was broken by Liu Qiao, who had arrived more than 10 minutes earlier.
Inside the hall, Bai Xiumei was sitting at a table listening to Zhang Ningyu introduce the situation in the village.
Xu Jie, who was ignored by everyone, would occasionally raise his hand to look at the watch on his wrist.
He occasionally observed Bai Xiumei and the other person chatting animatedly not far away.
What Xu Jie didn't notice was that Liu Qiao, who was hiding herself in the shadows behind the pillar, was watching his every move intently.
Xu Jie glanced at his watch again, seeing that the time he was supposed to meet with the Japanese officer was getting closer and closer. His gaze involuntarily turned to Bai Xiumei and Yang Ningyu once more.
A sinister smile involuntarily crept onto his lips, but what he didn't know was that his father, the Japanese general, was probably unable to act on time.
Because Liu Quan, who was returning by the same route, had already run into Qin Lan and Sha Xiong.
At this moment, the two sides were less than 10 meters apart and were sizing each other up.
They did not act immediately.
Liu Quan looked at the man and bear in front of him, a look of surprise appearing on his face, which was hidden by a mask.
He thought to himself, "What a tall woman, and what a fat black bear."
Meanwhile, Qin Lan's eyes were fixed on the two knife hilts protruding from Liu Quan's shoulder.
A hint of joy appeared on her face; this time, she finally didn't have to charge in and chop people while being riddled with bullets.
Thinking of this, Qin Lan narrowed her cat-like eyes. Those who know Qin Lan well know that this is a sign that she only does when she is in a good mood.
"You came looking for this?"
Qin Lan took the initiative to start the conversation, raising her left hand at the same time.
On Qin Lan's tactical gloved hand, there was a blue pouch in her palm.
Liu Quan's gaze was instantly drawn to the purse in Qin Lan's hand.
The only eye exposed revealed a hint of murderous intent.
"Yes, miss, could you please return my purse? My husband embroidered it for me by hand, please be sure to return it to me."
"Tsk tsk tsk, your Chinese is quite good, but I don't like your eyes. And your lover's cooking skills are really not good!"
As soon as Qin Lan finished speaking, the Tang sword on her back was already unsheathed.
With a flash of cool light, the blue pouch embroidered with Okamoto Aiju was torn in two.
The next moment, a small photo floated out of her purse, and Qin Lan subconsciously reached out and took it.
But upon seeing the contents of the photo, he immediately threw it on the ground.
Finally, he couldn't resist stomping on it twice. He looked at Liu Quan, who was staring blankly at the soles of his feet, with a disgusted expression and asked...
"As expected of the Japanese devils, so the lover you're talking about is actually a man!"
Once Liu Quan saw the photo of Qin Lan's feet, which had been trampled to pieces by Qin Lan, he could no longer hold back.
"You bastard, you deserve to die."
After Liu Quan finished speaking, he threw two cross-shaped darts at Qin Lan, who was not far away.
Without even looking at the result, he drew the two samurai swords from his back and charged towards Qin Lan.
He wanted to tear the woman in front of him to pieces.
Qin Lan casually swung her Tang sword with her right hand, deflecting the cross-shaped dart that Liu Quan had thrown at her.
Looking at the Japanese soldier charging towards him, a serious look appeared in his two cat eyes.
She wanted to cleave this little devil who had offended her eyes in two.
Thinking of this, and seeing the Japanese soldiers who were almost upon her, Qin Lan instantly exerted force with her feet, and her body shot out.
At the same time, the Tang sword in his right hand slashed down at Liu Quan's face.
The sudden appearance of the straight blade in front of him startled Liu Quan, who was just about to attack.
He quickly raised his two samurai swords in an attempt to block the blow aimed straight at his face.
"Ping-ping...clang."
Qin Lan's powerful and fast strike collided directly with Liu Quan's twin swords that he had raised in front of him.
It produced a loud, metallic clang.
As soon as Liu Quan's right-hand katana clashed with Qin Lan's sword, his expression changed drastically the instant they made contact.
The force transmitted through the samurai sword in his right hand was ridiculously strong, far beyond his ability to withstand.
But by then it was too late for him to release the force.
In order to avoid having his arm dislocated by the woman opposite him with a single slash.
Once Liu Quan decisively abandoned the katana in his right hand, he then gripped the katana in his left hand with both hands.
At the same time, he turned to the side, tilting the blade to prepare to deflect Qin Lan's powerful strike.
But the ideal is very full, while the reality is very skinny. When the Tang sword slashed at the samurai sword that Liu Quan held with both hands.
The immense force transmitted through the blade was something Liu Quan couldn't simply disengage at will.
Liu Quan was directly struck and sent flying backward.
If it weren't for the high quality of the knife in his hand, Qin Lan's strike would probably have cleaved him and the knife in two.
"Pfft."
A dull thud broke the silence in the woods once again.
"Pfft. Cough cough..."
Liu Quan, who was sent flying five or six meters away, coughed up a mouthful of blood as soon as he landed.
But because his face was wrapped in a black mask, he managed to collect a significant amount of the blood he had just spat out.
Caught off guard, Liu Quan was choked and started coughing.
Then, ignoring the excruciating pain in his arms, he ripped off the face mask.
That made me feel much better.
Qin Lan did not take this opportunity to continue her attack, but instead looked at Liu Quan, who was lying on the ground, as if he were a rare animal.
"You little Japanese devil, you're something else. You actually managed to withstand one of my blows and survive. You're the first Japanese devil I've ever met."
Taking advantage of this opportunity to recover, Liu Quan slowly got up from the ground.
He gripped the samurai sword, which Qin Lan had already cleaved open with a large nick in it, with both hands.
At this moment, the murderous intent and anger that had been in Liu Quan's eyes were gone.
Now all that remained was shock and wariness, and even a hint of fear could be seen in his eyes.
When Qin Lanmao saw Liu Quan stand up again, a hint of surprise flashed in her eyes. She had used nearly 9% of her strength in that strike because she was disgusted by the photos she had seen earlier.
They were thinking of cutting the Japanese soldier in two.
But to my surprise, the little Japanese soldier only coughed up two mouthfuls of blood before getting up.
It seems that although this little Japanese soldier is soft on the outside, he's still quite skilled with his hands.
Qin Lan couldn't help but become a little more serious.