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The death soldiers had been paying attention only to Master Miura and Master Ito all this time, so the moment they decided to attack they were already prepared to face their attacks.

Taking position they once again formed a formation where up to four people were going to be used as obstacles, while the others had a head-on confrontation without caring about the consequences. ​​

They didn\'t mind dying to complete their goals, this was their life purpose in their mind after all. They were brainwashed so deep to think that dying for their Master\'s benefit was the goal of their lives.

Right now their goal was simple and clear to all of them, stop and obstruct Master Miura and Master Ito from approaching the fight or leaving the place.

Master Miura on the other hand was already expectant of their tactics, as he immediately prepared himself to first attack the guys that were supposed to pin him down on the ground.

What he didn\'t expect though, was the fact that when he jumped forward to fight the death soldiers to find a way out of the encirclement, his supposed to be idiot friend, jumped in the other direction.

Not only wasn\'t this guy helping him break out of the encirclement around him, but he was also using him as a distraction to the death soldiers so that he could run away from the place.

He had always known that this \'supposed to be\' friend of his was just a snake in a sheep\'s skin, but he hadn\'t expected him to betray at this point.

This was the part where they were supposed to fight together and get out of this place, otherwise, they would both die.

But he was thinking of using him as a decoy so that he could find an opening for himself to escape. This truly infuriated Master Miura.

It was the second time in his life that he had trusted someone so quickly without stopping to think of their motives, and possibilities, as the situation had truly shaken him to the core.

Once again he was shown the dark side of human character, that in time of need everyone thinks of himself, and no one can be trusted.

He couldn\'t believe what kind of a fool he had been at that moment, he had willingly and light-headedly trusted someone that was worse than him, a snake.

There was nothing he could do to change what was happening at the moment though, the only thing he could do was try his best to escape by himself, even if he had to suffer, or expose his true strength.

Thinking like this, he no longer held back, as he pulled out a katana from his simple-looking staff, and a silver greased gun from his waist.

He had been training so long to be able to use both of the weapons effectively, and his efforts had paid off, as he was extremely capable with both of them.

The problem was that moment of hesitation he had shown earlier when he saw his \'friend\' using him as a decoy because the death soldiers were already in arms reach.

As soon as he took out his katana, and his gun, he immediately cut one of them in two, and shoot 1 bullet towards the other, but two others had already reached his legs, and pinned him down.

His katana was clearly something of real quality, as it was made of 1095 carbon steel, with silver fittings, and it was some kind of antique.

One could feel the pressure coming from the sword just by having a look at it. Who knew how many heads had this katana cut in her days.

In Master Miura\'s hands that katana seemed like a black flag of death to anyone who approached, but unfortunately not to the death soldiers that didn\'t seem to care about it.

As for the gun, it was a night hawk customized, carrying 7 rounds, and was a good fit into Master Miura\'s hand, without breaking his balance with his katana.

But he didn\'t have time to shoot the new entries, as two big death soldiers were coming towards him, aiming for his hands, they wanted to take away his weapons and then continue fighting.

While some of them in the back, had already pulled their katanas\' and were coming to hit his weak spots, but not vital ones.

Their purpose was to weaken him, and not kill him. This was Eric\'s order, he didn\'t want them to kill him, as he wanted to kill him himself.

A normal fighter would be unable to come unscathed from this attack, but Master Miura wasn\'t someone normal, he threw his weapons in the air, as he punched towards their faces.

He sent the two of them flying in different directions, as he used his agility and dexterity to grab his weapons in the air, ready to fight against the upcoming fighters.

It seemed like some crazy scene coming out of an action movie, but it was really happening right then and there.

At that moment Master Miura had completely forgotten about the fact that his \'friend\' had used him as a decoy, and was escaping in the other direction, as he used his katana, to block 5 others.

After the block, his silvery gun shone through the darkness of the night as he started firing bullets towards the other attackers trying to injure him.

The problem with this situation was those damn death soldiers didn\'t care at all about their dying comrades, and wouldn\'t falter even for a second, as they attacked with their life on the line.

In a short amount of time, he had already fired the 7 rounds in his gun, killing 6 guys, but he couldn\'t use it continuously without changing its magazine.

These guys didn\'t seem like a thinking bunch, but they didn\'t care about their lives either, so they were jumping towards him all the time, like never-ending flies.

With his gun out of the way, the situation would become even more difficult, but he didn\'t give up, he just pushed the guys he had been blocking with his katana and tried to create a distance.

While the guys he pushed were sent more than two or three steps back, and couldn\'t follow him, the others were more than happy to follow and attack him while he retreated.

Their attacks were really difficult to deal with, because they were all some kind of kamikaze attacks, without caring much about their well-being.

Their single purpose was to attack and inflict injuries upon him, and no matter how much he tried was impossible for him to remain unscathed.

When blocking two attacks with the katana, and his silver gun, that he was using as some kind of small shield, a third and a fourth attack connected with his body.

The third attack was some kind of needle that pierced his left shoulder, the hand with which he was holding the katana, but for the moment that seemed like a useless attack.

Knowing the death soldiers, and the fact that he wasn\'t fighting little inexperienced kids, Master Miura knew that this needle most probable was smeared with poison.

This fact alarmed him a bit as he had just been poisoned, and to make matters worse he had no idea on what kind of poison it was, and the effect it would have on his body.

He could only think of dropping his gun quickly, as he kept only the katana, to fight against his aggressors.

As for the fourth attack, it was a katana that passed his defense and pierced his right thigh, while the piercing wasn\'t deep, and didn\'t hurt any important muscle or vein, he still could feel the pain.

From now on his fighting prowess would be slowly deteriorating, and soon he would be incapable of fighting the death soldiers anymore.

He didn\'t need much of a brain to know that if he didn\'t take care of this situation quickly he would most probably die in their hands, or even worse end up as a captive.

Thinking like this, he came to the conclusion that there was nothing more he could do besides taking out his last weapon. He had thought of using this against Eric if he needed to, but he couldn\'t hold back anymore.

Taking out a small black-greenish-looking pill from his inner pocket, he immediately put it on his mouth and swallowed it.

Right after that pill entered his stomach, and its medicinal properties hit him, Master Miura could feel his senses become overpowered, and he could even feel his enemies\' heartbeats.

Even though the range was small, once someone entered his range, he was able to hear and sense everything, even the movement of his opponent\'s muscles, so he could dodge or attack.

At that moment his pain sensors were also blocked as he couldn\'t feel any kind of pain anymore, and he had turned into some kind of beast, that jumped towards his enemies.

The death soldiers couldn\'t think about these changes, as they only acted according to their experience as fighters, without fear, or many complicated tactics.

They just continued, to swarm him from all sides, as they continued to attack him without caring about their own lives and injuries.

This time though both sides weren\'t considerate about their injuries, as the new Master Miura was acting on his simple hate, and animal instinct.

The fight didn\'t last much, as the new Master Miura was able to kill the death soldiers attacking him in less than 3 minutes.

He had killed more than 20 death soldiers in that short amount of time, which was clearly a great achievement to anyone who heard it, but…