The situation is very critical.

Just when Emiya didn't know what to do, a clear and decisive voice sounded from the side.

"I'll open the way for you later. You can find the right opportunity and run away quickly."

Okita Koji stood up, holding the wooden stick that he had not thrown away just now.

"I should be the one who said this."

Emiya was stunned at first, then snatched the wooden stick from Miss Okita's hand, and then said in a low voice: "Follow me closely, and then you can find a chance to escape."

Then, in Miss Okita's eyes, Emiya's body turned into a gust of wind and jumped out quickly.

In this era where hot weapons occupy an absolute position, the cold weapons that once shone brightly have gradually receded into the background.

As the saying goes: No matter how good your kung fu is, you can knock him down with one shot.

Times have changed. Although people are still pursuing a strong body, few people will pursue the exquisite skills that were born with the cold weapon era and once frightened countless enemies.

It is the art of dancing on the tip of a knife, and it is also the art of killing.

There was once a middle-aged uncle named Hiko Seijuro who lamented to Emiya more than once: "Swordsmanship is a killing technique, but in this era, the stage for us swordsmen is slowly disappearing..."

Seeing the number of apprentices in the gym becoming increasingly rare, the loneliness in Seijuro Higu's eyes was obvious.

Of course, Emiya will not regret that the era of using personal force to show off evil is gradually coming to an end. Although the current era is still very bad, it is friendly enough for ordinary people.

"Teacher, in this era, swordsmanship is no longer the killing technique you imagined, but a technique to protect yourself, your friends, your family and your loved ones from harm."

Directly in front, five bad guys saw Emiya rushing over. They were already filled with anger and without any hesitation, they rushed forward with the iron bars and knives in their hands.

"No matter what school of swordsmanship is named, its core is always fast, accurate, and ruthless!

As for our school, although it is not well-known in the outside world, we pay special attention to two points and develop them to the extreme, which is enough to surpass other schools. These two points are: speed and ruthlessness."

Emiya's ears vaguely echoed the words taught by his master Seijuro Hiko.

Just like a strong wind blowing up.

Emiya lowered his body, and the wooden stick in his hand drew an afterimage in mid-air, and quickly hit the bad guy holding an iron rod in his hand.

"ah!"

This force made the bad guy scream, and then he involuntarily let go of the iron rod in his hand.

Emiya took this opportunity to pick up the iron stick with his foot, lifted it slightly, and dropped it into his hand, then threw the other wooden stick towards Okita Koji who was behind him.

"Take it and hold it for self-defense."

Battles can change a lot in a blink of an eye.

The bad guys were not intimidated this time. They had long expected that Emiya would be difficult to deal with, so they chose to use their numerical advantage to win.

"Got you!"

Another bad guy holding an iron rod took advantage of Emiya's unnecessary movement and swung the iron rod forward towards Emiya's back.

Just when he thought he had succeeded, his calf suddenly felt pain, and his whole body fell uncontrollably to the left. The moment he landed, he caught a glimpse of Emiya retracting his outstretched right foot.

"This bastard, when."

In the blink of an eye, one bad guy had his weapon taken away, and another was knocked to the ground.

But Emiya did not let down his guard because of this, and squinted his eyes at the remaining three delinquents holding knives.

"Swordsmanship includes nine basic cutting directions, including Tangzhu, cassock slash, reverse cassock, left pheasant, right pheasant, left cut up, right cut up, against the wind, thrust, and Feitian Yujian style is to swing at the same time with great speed.

With these nine swords, no one can stop it, so it becomes an invincible murderous sword."

Although Wei Gong's thoughts were clear, the corner of his mouth still twitched involuntarily.

"Master, I really can't do this."

The remaining three bad guys launch the next round of attack at the same time.

Emiya held the iron rod in his hand and finally found the feeling of holding a sword in his hand.

Of course he knew that his swordsmanship could not be as good as that of Ko Seijuro.

Moreover, Divine Speed ​​is also a secret technique that can cause great damage to oneself. Even Bi Guqing himself does not recommend using it frequently.

But now, there is no other way.

Emiya raised his sword and stepped forward, walking around the three delinquents like a butterfly. The dull sound of blows continued to sound among the afterimages, and he fell to his knees along with wailing sounds.

"This kind of swordsmanship!"

Okita Koji, who was hiding behind Emiya, saw this scene clearly.

As someone who has practiced swordsmanship since she was a child, she naturally understands the terrifying nature of this swordsmanship.

Normally, she would really hope to have a formal exchange with this swordsmanship school.

"Run away now."

Of course Okita Koji remembered what Emiya said just now, and these delinquents were only knocked to the ground for a moment and could get up quickly, so they hurried forward.

"Uh... um, why don't you run?"

As soon as Okita Koji took a few steps, she found that Emiya, who was standing aside, was still staying in place. At this moment, she noticed a delinquent who had fallen to the ground grabbing Emiya's calf.

"It's bleeding!"

A hideous wound appeared on Emiya's calf, and the murder weapon must have been the knife rolled aside.

Just now, Emiya wanted to escape, but unexpectedly, a bad guy who fell to the ground hugged his leg, and took advantage of the side effects of using the speed, leaving a wound on his calf.

Emiya's reaction was also very quick, and he quickly kicked the bad guy away, but he didn't expect that the guy was determined not to let him go, so he quickly hugged him again.

After all this delay, the ten-man group from behind has arrived.

"This time, it's me who will protect you."

Miss Okita held the wooden stick in her hand and stood in front without any fear.

"Don't worry, I am also a swordsman after all!"

Emiya looked at Miss Okita's face and didn't know whether to call her stupid or loyal.

Even though I felt a little bit resentful towards Miss Okita for missing a great opportunity to escape, I still couldn't hate such a person.

Emiya once again shook off the bad guy at his feet and walked forward to stand with Miss Okita.

Anyway, there was no chance to escape this time. Neither the side effects of the speed nor the wounds on his calf could support him from escaping again.

"Saber, buy time." Emiya whispered.

"No problem." The stupid hair on Miss Okita's head suddenly stood up, and then she seemed to realize something, tilted her head and asked: "What is saber?"

"No time to explain!"

Wiping the arc drawn by a small knife, Emiya deflected the attack and swung the iron rod forward.

Miss Okita didn't ask any more questions and immediately helped Emiya deal with the attack coming from a blind corner.
Chapter completed!