Arriving at Konoha with a Superman template

Chapter 149
In a casino on Baanzhu Street, spectators lined up from the gaming tables to the gate.

"Hey, hello, what's the matter?" A passer-by squeezed into the crowd and asked.

"I heard that the legendary big fat sheep has appeared again." A casino thug with a scar on his face replied excitedly.

"Is that person you're talking about Tsunade Hime from Konoha?" A ninja from a certain village passing by asked curiously.

"Is there anyone else besides her? Every time you gamble, you will lose, but you are better at gambling than anyone else. Eight of the ten casinos on Baanzhu Street are supported by her." A small businessman said enviously.

Many casinos became rich overnight by winning Tsunade's money a few days ago, and even stimulated the economic prosperity of Bamboo Street.

But this time was different, because Tsunade, known as one of the Konoha Sannin, knelt and sat on the tatami obediently, and then watched the stranger's gambling game as a bystander.

"Hey, it feels so awkward to be stared at by her like this." A customer scratched his head, wondering if he should continue playing.

The store owner doesn't care if Tsunade plays or not, anyway, with her temper, she will definitely get involved if she can't watch two rounds.

"Buy and leave!"

Hearing this, many guests bet one after another.

Tsunade raised his hand unconsciously, and then pointed at Xiao.

"Master Tsunade, do you want to bet?" the dice thrower asked proudly, because Tsunade's expression was exactly as he imagined.

Addiction is called addiction because it can overcome the human will.

Not to mention Tsunade, one of the Konoha Sannin, Senju Hashirama, the legendary ninja god, is also a man addicted to gambling.

Seeing Tsunade's appearance, Xinghui who was standing next to her snorted coldly.

Tsunade shuddered immediately, and silently withdrew his hand.

Zilai also showed an anxious expression, because if Xinghui said it was so easy, the two of them would have given up these bad habits long ago.

"Go, little!" The shopkeeper deliberately stimulated Tsunade like this.

When I heard that it was a child, Tsunade burst into tears.

"If I make a bet, I will win." Tsunade turned his head angrily and said to Xinghui.

"If you make a bet, it will be a big deal." Xinghui has a see-through eye so he can clearly see the store's secret operations.

"Stinky boy, what are you talking about?" A high-level thug of this casino stood up and said.

His job is to clear up trouble for the store owner, and Xinghui's words have exposed their despicable methods, so naturally Xinghui cannot be left to continue to disrupt the situation.

"I'm just telling the truth." Xinghui replied coldly, hugging his shoulders.

After several thugs looked at each other, they clenched their fists and walked over in a group, trying to scare Xinghui away with crowd tactics.

"Just because you want to fight against me?" Xinghui showed an incredulous expression.

"Look for a fight!" The leading senior thug rushed over with a punch.

Although he is not a ninja, his strength is beyond ordinary people, and even ordinary middle and lower ninjas cannot hold his fists.

Because Xinghui didn't wear Konoha Ninja's forehead protector, they took it for granted that this young man was just Tsunade's follower.

Tsunade himself owed a lot of money here, so naturally he would not turn his face against the creditor for a small follower.

Facing the fierce fist, Xinghui neither dodged nor shot, opened his mouth and took a deep breath, and then exhaled towards him.

All of a sudden, a strong wind sent him and his fellow thugs flying upside down.

With a few bangs, they broke the Fosma gate of the casino and all passed out.

The owner of this store is an old man wearing gold and silver. He knows the power of ninjas very well, so after winning Tsunade's gold, he specially hired many ninjas for hire in order to keep his assets, including many well-known ninjas. rebellion.

Although he didn't know what Xinghui had done, since all the thugs had stopped working, the old man had no choice but to send out his own mercenary ninja army.

A few miscellaneous soldiers wearing forehead protectors from various ninja villages came out from the depths of the store.

The leading man is wearing exaggerated armor all over his body, as if he came from the Iron Kingdom.

Xinghui raised his eyebrows. It wasn't that he knew these guys, but that he was very interested in the composition of the people on Baanzhu Street.

As a well-developed commercial street here, even if you look at the whole country of fire, it can be called the economic center. When did so many scum pour into it?

"I am the A-level ninja Sword God of the Iron Country!" The leader of the warrior uncle said with a sneer, he was very confident in his own strength.

Ordinary ninjas don't even have to fight him, even if they can't make a seal, they have become his ghosts.

"Sword God? Who sealed it?" Xinghui burst out laughing, because this person doesn't seem to be very strong, and his appearance is a bit funny, and he actually called himself the Sword God when he opened his mouth.

"Who sealed it, my name is Dao Shen!" The samurai explained.

Xinghui let out an oh, and then spread his hands to show an expression of indifference.

The sword god warrior suddenly laughed, and slowly put his hands on the handle of the katana, and stepped on his feet slightly, so that he could swing the knife at full speed to kill with one blow.

"If you don't want to die, get out of here!" Xinghui was not in the mood to fight with others, so he kindly reminded him.

The proud samurai took this as a provocation and shouted, "Arrogant boy, go to hell!"

The light of the knife flashed, and many passers-by didn't even see clearly how the knife god made the knife.

But before they had time to marvel at the samurai's superb sword skills, a broken blade flew out and stuck into the roof of the room.

The forehead of the sword god was covered with cold sweat. He thought that his sword skills were as fast as lightning, but he still didn't see how Xinghui made a move, or how Xinghui broke his famous sword.

"Who the hell are you?" Dao Shen asked in shock.

"I don't have to answer dead people's questions."

As soon as Xinghui's words fell, the sword god suddenly opened his eyes wide, because he found that his knife had been folded into three sections.

Except for the section inserted into the roof, the broken knife in the middle was precisely inserted into his throat.

"Why?" The sword god didn't know how Xinghui did it until his death.

The dignity of a samurai forced him to bear the pain and pull out the broken knife with his hand. Blood splashed everywhere, stunned everyone present.

"I can die in Your Excellency's hands, and I have no regrets in this life." The sword god knelt down on the tatami with a plop, his expression did not seem to be resentful.

Ever since Sword God escaped from the Iron Country and became a ronin, his life is over.

Earning money is just to support the remaining skins, and it is meaningless to keep slashing and killing indifferent enemies.

Sword God is just waiting for the right opponent at the right time to end his life.

Now, he waited.

The strength of Sarutobi Xinghui even exceeded his expectations, and the sword god has no regrets if he can be in Xinghui's hands.

(End of this chapter)