I studied beheading in a mental institution

"[Fighter] level wanted criminal, Haruki Amamiya." The halo in the yellow-robed oracle's left eye locked on Haruki Amamiya, and said calmly, "If it was a few years ago, your master held this knife and I fight, maybe it is possible to draw with me, but you... are not qualified yet."

Amamiya Haruki narrowed his eyes slightly, with a burning fighting spirit in his eyes, "If you don't try, how will you know?"

As soon as the words fell, his figure flickered, and he disappeared into the rain curtain out of thin air. Immediately afterwards, a blade of light swept through the air, and slashed at the yellow-robed oracle at an extremely tricky angle.

The halo in the eyes of the yellow-robed oracle was locked in a certain corner, and the halos in both hands were lifted up like lightning, colliding with the dark blue long knife like a prophet. He looked at the solemn face of Haruki Amemiya , a playful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Your sword technique and the method of using [Yubeng] were all taught by your master. He was defeated by me so many times back then, and I have already figured out your methods clearly. Your sword... ...can't hurt me."

The light wheel swung open [Yubeng], and the right fist of the yellow-robed oracle rushed straight to Amamiya Haruki's face. The dazzling light wheel drew a golden track in the air, shaking Amamiya Haruki's eyes. Some blackened.

He gritted his teeth tightly, his eyes endured severe pain, he caught the track of the light wheel, raised the long knife again like lightning, and held the light wheel dangerously.

boom--! !

The yellow-robed oracle seemed to have foreseen his movements long ago, turned sideways in the rain, and kicked Haruki Amamiya hard on the chest, making a dull and loud noise!

Amemiya Haruki's figure flew upside down, barely stabilized his figure in the air, and fell back to the ground somewhat staggeringly.

He covered his eyes burned by the aperture with one hand, coughed a few times, raised his head again, squinted his red eyes and looked at the yellow-robed oracle walking slowly not far away.

The other party seems to know his moves very well, and can even predict which angle he will attack from in the rain through his movements, and use the most effective way to counterattack... Sure enough, as the master said, No. 2 oracle is an extremely tricky character.

"The upper limit of the Fujin knives is determined when they are forged, but how much their power can be exerted depends on the knife owner himself." The yellow-robed oracle said as he walked, " Although your use of [Yubeng] has entered the hall, but compared with your master's [Yubeng] that has reached the realm of perfection, there is still a long way to go.

If your master was able to display 95% of the power of [Yubeng] back then, then you are now at most 60%, just barely passing.

If you want to beat me, practice for another ten years. "

Barely pass...

Haruki Amamiya held the dark blue long knife tightly, and looked at the yellow-robed oracle walking in the rain. The terrifying sense of oppression brought by the other party surpassed every oracle he had ever seen... and He knew very well that until now, the oracle hadn't used all his strength.

If this continues, he will not be able to defeat the opponent at all, and the opponent still has the power to listen to the voice of the heart in a wide range, and it will be as difficult as climbing the sky to escape in front of him.

I can only gamble!

Amamiya Haruki took a deep breath, as if she had made up her mind, a look of determination appeared in her eyes.

He bit the tip of his tongue hard, and the salty taste poured into his mouth. He squirted a blood mist at the blade of [Yubeng] in front of him. This blood mist was mixed with rainwater and adsorbed on the surface of the blade. It was originally dark blue. The blade was stained with a strange blood red.

He held the handle of the knife, turned the blade, and thrust it into the puddle formed by the rainwater below him!

At the same time, in the reflection of the puddle, the sword soul in white clothes and white hair pulled out the same [Yu Beng] from his waist at the same time, and inserted it into the puddle from the other side. The shadows of the two long knives overlapped on each other. Together.

boom--! !

The invisible air wave exploded centered on Haruki Amamiya, the blue-gray floral bathrobe fluttered, his black hair began to turn white at a speed visible to the naked eye, and an indescribable charm appeared in his piercing eyes.

In the puddle, the reflection of the sword soul in white clothes and white hair is gradually fading...

He and Daohun are merging into one.

At the moment when the reflection of the sword soul completely disappeared, Haruki Amamiya pulled out [Yu Beng] from the puddle with all his strength, the blade trembled and made a soft noise, his white hair was wet by the rain, and his temperament changed drastically!

The white-haired Yugong stood in the ruins, holding a blood-stained dark blue long knife in his hand, and his eyes were full of murderous intent!

Yurina stood behind Amamiya Haruki, staring at his back in a daze, only felt that Brother Amamiya was a little strange at this moment...

"[Rain God]?" The yellow-robed oracle frowned slightly when he saw this scene, "You are able to fuse with the sword soul to this point... It seems that your upper limit of talent is much higher than that of your master. But , this state will consume lifespan, right?"

"It doesn't matter." The white-haired Amamiya said calmly, "As long as I live to witness the subversion of this country with my own eyes... that's enough."

As the words fell, he slowly lifted the blood-stained [Yu Beng] in his hand. In an instant, a large number of raindrops falling from the sky seemed to be connected by an invisible string. A rain line with almost no thickness cut out lightly.

The yellow-robed oracle's pupils contracted slightly, and his figure quickly dodged away, but the speed of this rain line was too fast, and half of his left hand was still swept by this silk line.

boom--! ! !

Behind the place where the yellow-robed oracle was originally standing, towering buildings were cut in half, the incisions were extremely smooth, and the group collapsed in the night, and the deafening sound of the collapse echoed in the sky, buzzing like thunder.

This knife directly chopped off half of Dotonbori.

At the same time, a fine line of blood appeared on the left hand of the oracle in yellow robe. Half of his palm had been cut open by the rain line, and it was cut off flutteringly, with blood splattering out!

The face of the oracle in the yellow robe was slightly gloomy, and just about to make a move, the figure of Haruki Amamiya appeared in front of him out of thin air, and he slashed out with a blank expression. Cut him in half!

After the rain line cut through the oracle, the remaining half of Dotonbori was directly cut into ruins. The bustling streets that were originally as bright as day were all plunged into darkness at this moment, and the sound of the crash shook Yurina. He reached out and covered his ears.

Amamiya Haruki stood there quietly, looking at the yellow-robed oracle who had been cut into two by himself, without the slightest joy in his eyes.

He knew that "heart disaster" was not so easy to be killed.

As if to confirm his thoughts, a figure slowly walked to the end of the street. It was an office worker in his 40s, seemingly ordinary, but the next moment, his body and appearance twisted rapidly. In the end, it turned into the appearance of a yellow-robed oracle!

The halo in his left eye locked on Haruki Amamiya, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"I guess your master must have told you what my ability is..." He said slowly, "The existence of the physical body will have an end after all, but the power of the soul is eternal...My 'heart disaster' can be Within a radius of ten kilometers, any human being who fears me from the bottom of his heart will be made into my body.

Everyone who fears me can be me.

And I am an oracle, an emissary of gods feared and admired by human beings...

Here, within a radius of ten kilometers, there are a total of 3224 people, 3192 of whom fear my existence from the bottom of their hearts,

Congratulations, you killed 1/3192 of me. "