None of Itakura Hirahiko's four bodyguards were spared. At this moment, they were all turned into dead bodies on the ground.

An eerie silence enveloped the entire place, and the sound of rapid breathing dominated the street, which was neither long nor short.

After about 5 seconds, the surprised emotions turned into sounds one by one.

"You actually won?"

"This warrior wearing a hat is really a master!"

"Hirata-kun, have you seen the hat warrior's moves? His moves are so decisive and ruthless... This man is definitely a top-notch master who has experienced hundreds of battles!"

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If one had to say which group of people in the arena had the funniest and most interesting expression changes at this time... it was definitely Itakura Hirahiko and Gunru.

They all looked like they had seen a ghost now.

"He, he won...?" A certain Confucian scholar swallowed hard.

For the Confucian scholars, if Qingdeng had just beaten them to the ground, then they wouldn't be so shocked.

After all, they are disciples of the sage who study sagely books every day, not reckless men who specialize in wielding swords and guns.

Therefore, even if Qingdeng kills them instantly, they still have a lot of reasons to justify their embarrassing behavior——

This beast wearing a bamboo hat is nothing special! He can only bully people like us who are not good at martial arts! If he meets a real martial arts master, he will definitely be beaten to pieces!

As of now, they can still use such rhetoric to achieve spiritual victory.

But now, no matter how much they try to make up for their views, no matter how much they deceive themselves, they can no longer continue to "win".

Saichiro and others who were hired by Itakura Hirahiko were masters of swordsmanship and had many lives on their hands! The four of them came together, but they were not the ones wearing hats.

Male rival?

Look at the man in the hat again - the fight just now seemed very fierce at first glance, but now if you look closely at the man in the hat's body, you can find that not only did the man in the hat not suffer any injuries, he didn't even sweat or breathe.

Didn't show any signs of urgency.

It can be seen that until Zuichiro and others died, none of the attacks they made posed any major threat to Qingneng... They may not have forced Qingneng to use his full strength!

Such strength... is really terrifying!

For a time, many Confucian scholars shuddered unconsciously.

Under the incredulous look in everyone's eyes, Aomori slowly turned his head and looked directly into Itakura Hirahiko's eyes - now Itakura Hirahiko shuddered.

I saw this big fat man lowering his eyes subconsciously, not daring to look at Qingdeng. His face turned blue and pale at one time.

He really didn't expect that the capable men he had hired with so much money, and who had helped him deal with many people who wanted to kill him, people who offended him, and people he disliked over the years, would be defeated miserably by the sword of this man in a hat.

Down!

This person's skills are truly terrifying!

Such ability, even in the hidden dragon and crouching tiger world of Edo martial arts, is enough to make a name for yourself and leave a place for you!

Qingdeng's power is certainly astonishing.

But obviously, from Hirahiko Itakura's point of view, now is not the time to lament Aomori's extraordinary skills!

All the bodyguards were defeated by Aomori... In other words, now there is no one around Itakura Hirahiko who can stand up to protect him!

In an instant, the fear was like a water-soaked rag, tightly wrapping Itakura Hirahiko's fat body, dragging Itakura Hirahiko's body to the point where it was extremely heavy, heavy, cold, and difficult to move.

What will this guy wearing a bamboo hat do to me? Will he kill me? No! Probably not! I am Ruonian's son, and there is no way he would have the guts to do anything to me! But, but...

...No! This guy is a madman! He just punched me! God knows what he will do to me next!

The more Itakura Hirahiko thought about it, the more he felt panicked. His two thick and short fat legs gradually became uncontrollably weak and swayed, and his fat body swayed along with it.

At this moment, a series of dense footsteps approaching from far to near at a fast speed suddenly sounded from outside the crowd of onlookers.

Along with the sound of rushing footsteps, there was also a rude and rude shout:

"Get out of the way! Get out of the way! Let us pass!"

There were sounds of pushing, screaming, and yelling, just like a vegetable market in the evening.

"Tsk! Push... uh...!" Some of the people who were pushed wanted to turn around and curse, but after seeing clearly who the visitors were, they closed their mouths one after another.

This group of uninvited guests who suddenly appeared were all armed with spears, long ladders and other fishing equipment - they were the officials of our own division.

Almost 20 minutes have passed since Qingdeng started fighting with the Confucian scholars.

Such a long time has passed, and the gang of errands have only arrived belatedly at this time - which is in line with their own urine.

Whenever there is a dispute on the streets, our own officials are always late. This is mainly due to two reasons.

On the one hand, this is because the communication methods of this era are not developed enough and there are no portable technological devices such as BB machines and mobile phones.

It always takes a while for someone to go to a nearby station to report the incident, to then to the internal station to assemble good personnel and rush to the scene of the incident.

The other reason... is rather dark.

If it were just common people fighting with common people, that would be okay.

The common people rarely have any decent weapons in their hands. At most, they can pull out their swords, brooms, and poles.

Moreover, the common people generally do not understand martial arts, so they allow their own officers, who have the equipment and numerical superiority, to do whatever they want.

But that's not the case with warriors...

Two or more warriors were slashing at each other with bright swords, and some even brought out ancestral spears, naginata, bows and arrows and other heavy weapons. One of them might be a highly skilled martial arts master.

How to persuade this kind of argument...?

How to resolve a dispute of this level?

You only have about ten pieces of silver a month, what are you doing with your life?

As a result, many local officials, after learning that another street fight occurred, would often slow down and deliberately go to the scene of the incident slowly.

For those who are interested in fishing, the most pleasant thing to see is that by the time they arrive at the scene of the incident, the brawlers are tired and have even dispersed and left.

If you can encounter such a situation, that would be great!

Whether this group of officials who have only appeared in front of Qingdeng until now is "involuntarily driven by force majeure" or whether they are "having ulterior motives and deliberately dilly-dallying and procrastinating" - I'm afraid only they themselves know the truth.

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"Get out of the way! I'm telling you all to get out of the way! Do your own work! Others are waiting to get out of the way!"

A fat middle-aged man whose hair and short beard were mostly white, whirred and waved an unsheathed wakizashi in his hand.

He was the leader of this group of officials who suddenly appeared.

Looking at this short, fat middle-aged man, Itakura Hirahiko's eyes suddenly lit up.

"Ah, isn't this Kisaburo? Long time no see!"

"Huh?" The short, fat middle-aged man who was called "Kisaburo" by Itakura Hirahiko was stunned for a moment when he heard Itakura Hirahiko's voice, and then shouted in surprise, "Itakura-sama!"

The neighborhood at the foot of Qingto is one of the places where Itakura Hirahiko often visits.

For Itakura Hirahiko, who has a mean temperament and is arrogant and domineering based on his family's power, conflicts with others are just a common occurrence.

Otherwise, he would not ask the highly skilled Zuichiro and others to protect him personally.

The reason why Itakura Hirahiko was able to escape from all the disputes was because of nothing more than money and power.

Many times, Tsumugi needed Itakura Hirahiko to use the family power behind him. He only spent a little money to bribe the officials of his own division and the execution office, and the matter was settled smoothly.

Therefore, after going back and forth, Itakura Hirahiko unknowingly became familiar with the local officials in the area where he often visited.

Especially this Kisaburo.

He received a lot of bribes from Itakura Hirahiko.

Seeing that the God of Wealth, whom he could never afford to offend, was here, Kisaburo did not dare to neglect him. He quickly made a shy face and quickly ran to Itakura Hirahiko in three steps and two steps at a time, and said with an apologetic smile:

"Lord Itakura, why are you here? What... happened?"

Because he was busy greeting Itakura Hirahiko, Kisaburo was slow to react and realized that the scene around him was simply terrifying!

The blood dripping from the corpses of Saichiro and others dyed the compacted yellow mud road beneath them into a disgusting purple-black color.

The pungent smell of blood makes people feel dizzy.

"Kisaburo, you came just in time!"

As Itakura Hirahiko spoke, his face dropped, showing an expression of grief.

"Kisaburo, arrest this thug quickly!"

Itakura Hirahiko's halberd refers to Qingden.

"He first bullied my friends, and then beat me for no reason. My bodyguards were afraid that this thug would do further excessive things and stepped forward to protect me. But the result? Look at the result! The bodyguards who have been accompanying me for many years

They were all killed by this beast!"

Hirahiko Itakura has quite a bit of acting talent.

The expression is vivid, the body language is rich, and the emotions contained in the conversation are very rich.
To be continued...