Chapter 174 The Second Miss of the Gong Family

An Qisheng leaned back, his right hand's spear entangling and sticking to Ito Makoto's arm. His left hand frantically pulled the trigger, emptying a clip of bullets.

His marksmanship could only be described as average, but the two were no more than two or three meters apart. At this distance, unless one was severely afflicted with Parkinson's, it was impossible to miss!

"Ah!"

Ito Makoto cried out. This distance was too close; even he couldn't dodge!

Blooms of blood immediately blossomed on his body.

However, he held his long sword in front of him, blocking the two most fatal shots.

As soon as the gunshots stopped, he roared and was about to kill this enemy who lacked Bushido spirit with a single strike.

Whoosh!

The moment the bullets ran out, An Qisheng withdrew his spear and retreated violently, dodging the approaching blade.

"I'll kill you!"

Ito Makoto's eyes were bloodshot, and his figure shot forward, his long sword slashing and tearing through the air.

Retreat!

Retreat!

Retreat!

An Qisheng exerted force under his feet, turned around and left, secretly shocked in his heart.

At a distance of two or three meters, all nine bullets in the gun were naturally not wasted. Apart from the two blocked by the long sword, the remaining seven all hit the swordsman.

But even with his body covered in blood and shot in the chest and abdomen, his movements of stepping and wielding the sword didn't deform much!

On the contrary, the sword light became more violent, filled with even more ferocious killing intent.

Just then, Wang Zhixuan dropped the corpse of the gunman in her hand and stepped forward.

Whoosh!

Moving like lightning, like a shooting star chasing the moon!

In just three steps, Wang Zhixuan crossed dozens of meters, passed An Qisheng, shrank her body, and bounced, actually squeezing into the sword light wielded by Ito Makoto.

"Wang Zhixuan!"

An Qisheng's heart trembled. He only heard the Japanese swordsman roar, followed by a burst of cracking sounds from muscles and bones.

When he stopped to look, he saw Wang Zhixuan standing with a knife, and the Ito Makoto, a Huajin master, had been thrown up like a straw bag, spraying blood wildly from his mouth.

Bang!

He crashed heavily into the wall, and only after three or four seconds did he slide down limply.

"Heh heh~"

Ito Makoto's body twitched twice, and without saying a word, he lost his breath.

Just one collision, and life and death were decided.

"Far worse than Zhao Huangtian, not even as good as Dan Zhuang..."

Wang Zhixuan said lightly and casually threw away the katana.

An Qisheng watched carefully. In addition to the two dents caused by the bullets, there were also two faint finger marks on the katana.

A Huajin master was actually disarmed by her!

"Not bad, but your marksmanship is too poor."

Wang Zhixuan glanced at An Qisheng, left a word, and disappeared into the night.

Gunshots continued in the distance, and the battle was not over yet.

"Poor..."

An Qisheng smiled wryly and turned to walk towards the source of the gunshots.

After taking two steps, he turned back, took out another pistol, and put it away, and picked up the katana that Wang Zhixuan had discarded.

The material of this sword was excellent. Although thin, it was not easily broken and could be considered a treasure.

Although he didn't use a sword, hanging it on the forum might fetch a good price.

After doing all this, he walked towards the source of the gunshots, holding a gun in one hand and a sword in the other.

The manor was filled with a bloody stench, and there were corpses everywhere.

An Qisheng's pace was not slow, and he soon reached the closest place in the manor where gunshots were still ringing.

However, the battle here was also nearing its end.

When he arrived, the last scene he saw was a Japanese swordsman kneeling on the ground, and in front of him was a woman dressed in elegant attire.

In a battlefield full of gunpowder smoke and corpses, such a woman couldn't help but attract An Qisheng's attention.

"This is the helper Wang Zhixuan hired?"

An Qisheng stopped.

The woman was dressed in white, and her figure and appearance were excellent, but there were too many beauties these days, and there were plenty of expertly retouched pictures online that were more beautiful than her.

What made people unconsciously attracted to her was her temperament.

She stood quietly, and even though there were puddles of blood all around, she gave people a feeling of serenity and tranquility.

Like a pool of autumn water reflecting the bright moon, in an empty valley, the bamboo forest was secluded.

"This is the second young miss of the Gong family, Gong Qingzhu! She is also the number two figure in the Gong family today, in charge of the Gong family's real estate, finance, and ocean trade, and her position in the Gong family is pivotal."

Luo Neng didn't know where he came from, looked at the woman not far away, his eyes shining:

"It's amazing that Dr. Wang was able to invite this one out."

An Qisheng glanced at Luo Neng.

He was clean and neat, without any gunpowder or blood on his body. It was as if he hadn't participated in a clan extermination battle but had come for a spring outing.

"It's a coincidence that the place I chose to sneak into was exactly where the Gong family was taking action. I've only fired three shots so far."

Luo Neng chatted with An Qisheng casually, his eyes never leaving Gong Qingzhu.

"This second miss of the Gong family is also a Huajin master. I wonder how she compares to Wang Zhixuan..."

An Qisheng was also looking at Gong Qingzhu, but his focus was completely different.

In martial arts, men naturally have a greater advantage than women, so most of the great masters throughout history have been men.

But now, it's different.

With the development of technology and the progress of civilization, what has changed is not only the status of women, but there are also more and more female masters.

"Miss, the matter here is over, let's go back."

A figure walked out of the night, came to the woman without looking sideways, bowed slightly, and handed over a silk scarf.

It was precisely the old man named Gong Sanyang who had picked up Wang Zhixuan during the day.

"Have all the loose ends been taken care of? Xuanxuan rarely asks me for anything, so the matter must be done beautifully."

Gong Qingzhu took the silk scarf and wiped her hands, speaking softly.

"Miss, don't worry, not a single chicken or dog has been left alive; it's all clean."

Gong Sanyang smiled slightly:

"If I hadn't encountered a master on the way, it would have been resolved earlier."

"If Third Uncle says he's a master, then he must be a master."

Gong Qingzhu pointed to the corpse in front of her:

"This person used Aikido. Investigate his background. If he has a master, eliminate them all together."

Gong Sanyang nodded.

At this time, Wang Zhixuan helped Jiang Shili into the arena.

Jiang Shili's face was a little pale, and the clothes on her shoulders were red, as if she had been shot.

"Sister Jiang, are you injured?"

Gong Qingzhu frowned slightly.

"I took two shots."

Jiang Shili let go of Wang Zhixuan and bowed to Gong Sanyang:

"Thank you for your help, Third Uncle."

"It's just a small matter; Miss Jiang is too polite."

Gong Sanyang waved his hand slightly. The lights in the night lit up, and several cars drove directly into the manor:

"Miss, you, Miss Wang, and Miss Jiang should go back first. I'll take care of the rest."

"Thank you for your hard work, Third Uncle."

Gong Qingzhu nodded and got into the car with Wang Zhixuan.

"Let's go too."

Luo Neng glanced at An Qisheng.

An Qisheng nodded, and Luo Neng got into a car.

In the car, Luo Neng learned his lesson and said nothing.

An Qisheng was a little sleepy, half-closed his eyes, and rested his mind.

Although the fight with the Japanese swordsman was short, it consumed a lot of physical strength and energy.

After the life-and-death encounter, his heart felt a little empty.

It seemed that he missed the feeling of being on the line between life and death.

"Delusion, delusion, how could I like fighting and killing..."