The four tachi blades interwove to create a dense, residual image, blocking the bullets pouring down from the rooftop.
The last bullet targeted Ji Feng's face, but he merely twisted his cheek slightly, using the tachi clenched in his mouth to slice the bullet in half.
Clang—!
The bullet fragments split into two, ricocheting off the wall, sparking a fleeting burst of fireworks.
Ji Feng took a deep breath, guarding Kawamoto Sosuke and Amemiya Naoto, who soon recovered from their petrified state.
"You all have been too careless,"
While saying this, Ji Feng used his tachi to block the firepower raining down from the sky – poison darts, pea-sized bullets, and submachine gun rounds all effectively blocked by the demonic dance of his blades.
It was like a perfectly seamless sea of blade-light iron.
Clang, clang, clang—!
The metallic sound of the blades blocking bullets resonated continuously, almost tearing ordinary people's eardrums.
"I'm sorry,"