"Ding-ling--"
The bronze wind chimes in the pawn shop suddenly tap-danced, and Marujiro, who was wiping the antique vase, looked up alertly. His samurai sword shone coldly in the moonlight, and the ball ornament on the handle moved without wind.
"Good evening~"
Wang Ye swaggered in with the dragonfly captain skin, and the black gold scepter knocked sparks on the ground. He deliberately adjusted his compound eyes to the shape of a heart, and his voice was so sweet that honey could drip out: "Dear~ Are you interested in participating in the winter limited snowball contest? The champion prize is super rare..."
"Not interested."
Marujiro's sword flashed, and the lucky cat on the counter was cut into a sashimi platter. The samurai sword was precisely pressed against Wang Ye's throat, and the blade reflected his twitching compound eyes: "The judge came to visit late at night, are you trying to pawn your mechanical joints?"
"Young people should not be so irritable~" Wang Ye shook his scepter and conjured up a steaming Taiyaki, "Try it? The red bean filling is mixed with sake..."
"Sizzle!"
The tip of Marujiron's sword suddenly sprayed takoyaki sauce, and Wang Ye's judge uniform instantly turned into Okonomiyaki. Koganei Taro, who was hiding in the dark, laughed so hard that he crowed: "Hahaha, the judge has changed his career to selling snacks?"
"Ahem!" Wang Ye wiped the wooden fish flowers on his face, "Let's get straight to the point - you don't want to lose your job at the pawn shop, do you?" He waved his scepter lightly, and the holographic projection showed a video recording of Marujiron secretly going to the toilet in the pawn shop for more than 5 minutes.
The samurai sword fell to the ground with a "clang". Maruzilong's mechanical joints were sweating coldly: "You...how did you..."
"I also know that you hid the Peace Star in the third rib interlayer." Wang Ye leaned close to his ear and whispered, "Kanei Kojiro is so mean. What will be the consequences if he knows that you are slacking off in the toilet during working hours? This is not in line with your Bushido spirit."
"Enough!" Maruzilong rushed out with a red face, "How can I not know your purpose? If you want the Peace Star, follow the rules of the underworld!"
Five minutes later, the backyard of the pawn shop turned into an outrageous battlefield.
Maruzilong's samurai sword danced in the moonlight, and the blade was wrapped with a blue energy halo. He tapped the ground with one foot, and his figure wandered in the courtyard like a phantom, and the blade cut through the air with a "hissing" sound.
"Come on!"
"Golden light, disappear without a trace."
Wang Ye swung the scepter lightly, crossed his six fingers, put the tips of his index fingers together, passed behind the middle finger, and pressed the thumb on the middle finger. A seal was handed out.
Five Elements Escape Technique - Gold Escape Technique! !
"Bang!"
Wang Ye turned into a golden light and followed Wan Zilong's sword energy, going upstream and entwining Wan Zilong's samurai sword.
A Q version of Captain Dragonfly appeared on the blade.
"Hmph!" Wan Zilong snorted coldly.
"A trifling trick."
He flipped his wrist, and the samurai sword broke into countless fragments, flying like butterflies.
Wang Ye reappeared with the fragments, with a strange smile on his face.
"Wan Zilong, you are really amazing. You thought of how to break my tricks in an instant."
"No point in talking more, let's fight again!" Wan Zilong narrowed his eyes and looked at Wang Ye vigilantly.
Wang Ye gently shook the scepter and scratched his head.
It's a bit difficult. The Five Elements Escape Technique can only be used once a day. According to Wan Zilong's sensitivity to combat, the remaining 4 escape techniques are probably not enough to defeat him. It seems that he needs to outsmart him.
The heart shape in his compound eyes gradually disappeared. Instead, a cold light appeared: "Wan Zilong, do you think you can really beat me?"
"I will fight even if I can't!" Wan Zilong gritted his teeth and took out a samurai sword from his body. The blue light on the blade was even more blazing, as if it would illuminate the entire night sky.
"Let's make a bet. If you lose, I leave. If you win, you become my apprentice! How about it?" Wang Ye's voice was low and tempting.
Wan Zilong's hand holding the samurai sword paused slightly, and the blue light on the blade flickered, reflecting his slightly hesitant expression. He looked up at Wang Ye, with a look of confusion and doubt in his eyes: "Become your apprentice? Why? Become the second referee?"
"Because I can make you stronger." Wang Ye waved his scepter lightly, and a holographic projection appeared in the air. In the picture, Maruzilong was practicing ballet in a pawn shop. "Besides, do you think you can continue to maintain your current situation? You should know Kanai Kojiro's temper better than me, right?"
Maruzilong's face sank, and the samurai sword in his hand trembled slightly. Of course, he knew Kanai Kojiro's temper. Once the mean old guy found out that he practiced ballet during working hours, I'm afraid even his reputation in the world would be implicated, not to mention his work in the pawn shop.
"Tell me, how do you want to bet?" Maruzilong's voice was low, with a bit of suppressed anger.
Wang Ye's mouth corners slightly raised, revealing a barely perceptible smile. "It's very simple, best of three. We each choose a way to compete, and whoever wins two games first wins the bet." He paused, tapped the ground with his staff, "In the first game, let's compete in what you are best at - swordsmanship."
Wan Zilong frowned, and a hint of doubt flashed in his eyes. Captain Qingting didn't look like someone who was good at swordsmanship, why did he choose to compete in swordsmanship? "Are you sure?"
"Of course." Wang Ye's tone was firm, "Why, are you scared?"
"Scared?" Wan Zilong sneered, "I, Wan Zilong, have never been afraid of anyone in my life! Come on, how do you want to compete?" He suddenly pulled out the samurai sword, the blade pointed directly at Wang Ye, and the blue light on the blade was particularly dazzling in the courtyard. The trash cans on both sides made a "clang clang" collision sound in the breeze, and several wild cats scurried around in the shadows, making subtle calls.
"We each carve our own names on the opposite wall. Whoever finishes first wins." Wang Ye said, pointing to the brick walls on both sides of the courtyard.
Wan Zilong looked in the direction of Wang Ye's finger. The brick walls on both sides were mottled, and the wall skin fell off, revealing the rough bricks inside. Carving words on such a wall not only tests the accuracy of the knife skills, but also tests the control of strength.
"Okay!" Wan Zilong turned and walked towards one of the walls without hesitation. He took a deep breath and concentrated all his strength on the samurai sword in his hand.
Wan Zilong held his breath and shook his wrist. The samurai sword moved quickly on the wall, and brick chips flew and made a "rustling" sound. He cut steadily, accurately and ruthlessly. Every stroke was strong enough to penetrate the back of the paper, but he controlled the strength just right, without hurting the wall at all.
Five Elements Escape Technique - Earth Escape
"Mud on your face, I'm here to escape."
Wang Ye shouted, raised a handful of soil, and turned into a clay sculpture. The clay sculpture's body continued to ooze mud, covering the wall.
Wan Zilong's eyes condensed slightly, and his wrist turned slightly, and the blade drew a beautiful arc in the air. He snorted coldly, moved his feet lightly, and approached Wang Ye like a ghost, and the samurai sword slashed down with a sharp chill. Wang Ye's clay sculpture body trembled in the light of the knife, and the mud slid down the blade, as if it could not resist this force at all.
"You want to stop me with such a trick?" Wan Zilong's tone was full of obvious sarcasm, and the blade was raised again, slashing at the head of the clay sculpture.
Wang Ye's clay sculpture body suddenly cracked, and a strange smile appeared in the gap. The mud spread rapidly, forming a huge mud hand, grabbing Wan Zilong's samurai sword head-on. As soon as the blade of Wan Zilong touched the mud hand, the mud quickly wrapped around the blade and wrapped the entire blade in the blink of an eye.
"Thank you." Wang Ye's teasing voice came from the gap of the clay sculpture. The mud hand suddenly tightened and pressed Wan Zilong and his knife against the wall. Wan Zilong's body hit the brick wall heavily, making a muffled sound, and brick chips flew everywhere.
Wan Zilong struggled a few times, and the samurai sword chopped wildly in the mud, but the clay sculpture seemed to have life. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't break free. His face gradually turned livid, and fine beads of sweat oozed from his forehead.
In the gap of the clay sculpture, Wang Ye's dragonfly mask slowly cracked, revealing a smug smile. He gently waved the scepter in his hand and carved the four crooked words "キャプテン・ドラゴンフライ" on the mud wall. The words seemed to be wriggling in the mud, which looked particularly weird.
The giant clay hand suddenly swung and threw Marujiron to the center of the yard. Marujiron fell heavily to the ground, and the dust flew. He quickly got up, patted the dirt on his body with a dusty face, and the samurai sword was still tightly held in his hand, with the tip of the knife pointing directly at Wang Ye.