Invisible Security Guard
Chapter 364: One Man, One Sword

Chapter 364: Chapter 364: One Man, One Sword

January 13th in Tokyo, Japan, the weather, clear.

Located in the Setagaya district of Tokyo, there is a Ryuukawa Avenue. Yusuf Zuck, clutching the piece of paper in his hand, took a taxi to 89 Ryuukawa Avenue.

There were no high-rises here, just a private courtyard. At the gate stood a signboard inscribed with "Ono Kendo Hall." Even though the script was Japanese, these few characters were similar enough to Chinese characters that Yusuf could recognize them at a glance. He had found the place he was searching for.

Moreover, it seemed a funeral was being held here, as the gate was wrapped with white cloth on both sides and there were two mourners dressed in funeral robes to welcome the guests. There was also the sound of a funeral dirge coming from inside.

The gate stood open, and cars drove in from time to time. Many more mourners in funeral robes stood at the steps of a house inside, graciously ushering in the visiting mourners.

Yusuf stopped at the entrance for a moment, and the two greeters saw him but didn’t know what he intended to do. One of them quickly ran over, saying a whole lot in a foreign language.

Yusuf didn’t understand a word, but obviously, the other man was being polite, thinking he was a guest as well.

Yusuf smiled slightly and stretched out his hand to point at the Ono Kendo Hall sign. The greeter looked back at it, puzzled.

Yusuf strode forward to the signboard, and with a forceful use of both hands, he wrenched the signboard off and smashed it to pieces with a fierce punch!

"Baka~" Whether it was the greeters inside the gate or the one who had been stunned into stillness, when they saw their Kendo Hall sign smashed, they immediately became furious.

Tearing down and smashing the sign was a provocation, an act of challenge, and so the two angrily struck out at Yusuf!

"Get lost!" Yusuf bellowed, raising a hand and a foot, pushing one assailant away and kicking the other’s leg, breaking it!

The two screamed. The one who had been pushed crashed to the ground and scrambled inside, while the one with the broken leg sat wailing at the front entrance.

A car arrived, and its occupants jumped out in alarm to ask what was going on, while the one with the broken leg babbled at length!

After listening to the one with the broken leg, the guests looked oddly at Yusuf but did not stop or scold him!

The Ono "Sword Dao" was a school of swordsmanship. Incidents like these where people came to challenger swordsman occurred every year; therefore, brawls were common. The Ono Kendo Hall wouldn’t call the police, and onlookers wouldn’t intervene because this was a martial duel, which wasn’t illegal in Japan.

Yusuf stepped over the injured greeter and walked resolutely toward the house from where the funeral dirge emanated.

Meanwhile, a group of people quickly charged out from the house where the funeral was happening. They were martial artists wearing white practice clothes and wooden clogs, led by a man in his forties, with the rest being younger men. They ran towards Yusuf with a violent momentum.

"Huh~" As Yusuf walked forward, he was surrounded. The mournful music from the house did not stop, and guests kept entering as though this were merely a minor interruption, without anyone treating the provocateur seriously.

The middle-aged man began to scold, his voice filled with tremendous grief and anger. Of course, at that point, they did not yet know that Yusuf was not Japanese, but Chinese!

"Sorry, I can’t understand because I am Chinese," Yusuf shrugged his shoulders, completely ignoring those surrounding him and continued walking forward.

"Chinese pig? Baka!" Hearing Yusuf’s words, the men paused in shock and then shouted together, one of them even knowing how to speak Chinese.

"Kill him," the middle-aged man commanded. Had Yusuf been Japanese, they might not have intended to kill, but since he was Chinese, they resolved that he had to be killed.

Since they carried no weapons, they attacked Yusuf with their bare hands. Though their training was in swordsmanship, their skills were also formidable in unarmed combat.

Unfortunately, they were vastly inferior to Yusuf Zuck, who, at his current strength, could punch a tiger to death, even an elephant!

With a loud "bang," the first one to charge at him was struck in the chest by Yusuf Zuck’s punch. Yusuf Zuck only used twenty percent of his strength, but the man’s chest still made a ’bang’ sound as his breastbone shattered instantaneously and his heart was smashed by the immense force, causing him to die on the spot, blood spurting from all seven orifices.

That’s right, he killed a man with just one punch!

"Damn it—" Seeing Yusuf Zuck kill a man, these young disciples became even more frenzied as they rushed at Yusuf Zuck, displaying admirable courage, unafraid of death. Of course, at this moment, they were hopeful of luck.

When Yusuf Zuck saw people charging at him from all sides, the corner of his mouth revealed a sinister smile. At the same time, his right hand swiftly reached to his chest, and with a swift draw, the Short Sword flashed out before he rapidly swung it around!

That’s right, he quickly slashed across those who charged at him with his sword!

"Shick-shick-shick-shick-shick—" In the blink of an eye, six heads soared into the air, tossed aloft and then falling down, while their headless bodies maintained their charging posture without immediately collapsing.

However, from their necks, blood spewed out like bursting pipelines, steaming hot!

One man, one sword, he slew six people in succession, and six young men died instantly, leaving only the middle-aged man standing there, dumbfounded.

"This is outrageous..." The ushers on the distant steps all witnessed this scene and began screaming and yelling, causing the dirge within to come to an immediate halt.

"Whoosh—" From the house hosting the funeral, dozens of people surged out, with some guests also rushing forth.

The middle-aged man in front of Yusuf Zuck didn’t move, staring at him intensely, but clearly, he was afraid, as his hands trembled.

"Ya—Hai!" Overcome with extreme fear, he let out a loud cry and charged at Yusuf Zuck, gathering all his courage.

Yusuf Zuck, gripping the Short Sword, charged forward as well, and then with a "thrust," the middle-aged man’s chest was pierced by the Short Sword. With a forceful push from Yusuf Zuck, the man breathed his last.

"Rustle-rustle-rustle—" At that moment, from behind the house, a large number of people in Practice Clothes burst forth from the garden. Each of them wielded two katanas, and after swiftly advancing forward, they immediately began handing the katanas to others.

An elderly man in his sixties received a katana and slowly walked forward, while others, swords in hand and bodies bent, moved step by step, gradually closing in with an encircling stance!

"Are you... Chinese?" This elder in his sixties was a smart man. Seeing how merciless Yusuf Zuck had been with his moves, he knew that this person was not a Japanese of any other Sword Dao school because Japanese swordsmen would not kill when sparring with each other. Thus, he deduced that Yusuf Zuck was Chinese.

Moreover, Yusuf Zuck was tall, and the sword in his hand was not a katana, making him easy to distinguish.

"You can even speak Chinese, well done. Yes, I am Chinese!" Yusuf Zuck replied with a smile.

"Good, then let your fresh blood and severed head be the offering to our..."

"Jiro, fall back."

The elder’s speech was cut short as, suddenly, three more people walked out from the back garden. Among them was an adult male and a young girl, around the age of fifteen or sixteen. Both were dressed in kimonos, each with a katana at their waist.

Walking between them was an old man around seventy, dressed in a black Samurai robe, his sharp gaze cutting towards Yusuf Zuck like a blade.