Space Base Arms Dealer

"What could be inside this?" Hiroshi Oda put the box on the table, opened the delicate lock on it, and opened the top cover.

Oda Hiroshi said "Hmm" strangely. There was a Japanese sword inside. He had already expected it, but this Japanese sword had no scabbard, which was really surprising.

Japanese people are rigorous in doing things and are very particular about how they treat people. For most of his life, Oda Hiroshi has given and received countless gifts, and he has also accepted numerous gifts such as Japanese swords, but no one has ever given him a samurai sword without a scabbard.

Since you have such a great box, why not put a little effort into matching it with a suitable scabbard?

With this thought in mind, he reached out and picked up the katana.

Light! This knife is too light!

The moment Oda Hiroshi picked up the knife, he felt something was wrong. From the size to the feel, the knife was about twice as light.

Moreover, the overall color of this knife is light gray, even the tip and blade are the same color.

"Fake?" Oda Hiroshi's first thought was that the knife was not made of metal.

But he loved knives all his life. From the appearance to the touch of his hand, he felt that this knife was extraordinary.

On the whole, this sword is not like other Japanese swords. The blade, tip, blade, handle, etc. are clearly defined. However, this sword is integrated into one. Strictly speaking, except that its general shape is similar to that of Japanese swords, if you look closely at it,

The structure doesn't look like an authentic Japanese sword at all.

"What a weird knife!"

Oda Hiroshi gently scraped the blade with his fingertips, and immediately exclaimed: "It's so sharp!"

Nakamura, who had been obediently staying aside, had been looking at his president nervously. If this knife was a poorly made piece of junk, he really didn't know if he would be kicked out.

However, when he saw Oda Hiro's eyes widening, looking at the knife again and again, and finally walking to a bright window and looking at the knife carefully again and again, he finally felt relieved.

Later, Nakamura became a little restless. When he saw the president he respected, he kept walking back and forth with a knife, mumbling incessantly, and he seemed to be possessed.

Oda Hiroshi still couldn't figure out what was wrong with this knife. He only knew that the knife was very sharp, the blade was a little thin, a little light, and the shape was a little strange. The rest was really a bit unclear.

"Test the knife!" Hiroshi Oda took the knife and entered the small yard behind the side door.

Oda Hiroshi loved swords. Many people gave him various Japanese swords as gifts. When he had nothing to do, he used those contemporary swords that were not very expensive to cut rattan armor or leather to compare the effects of various swords.

Pros and cons.

In this small courtyard, there are two wooden stakes, one covered with rattan armor and the other covered with leather armor.

There are only two layers of rattan armor. In most cases, if an ordinary knife can cut through one layer, it is considered sharp.

The leather armor was much thicker. The specially made thick cowhide armor had ten layers. He had tried countless knives, but he had never encountered a knife that could cut through five layers of cowhide armor.

There are also techniques when testing knives. Try to make cutting movements while chopping, so as to maximize the damage to the object being chopped. Different people may not have the same lethality when using the same knife due to differences in skills.

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Oda Hiroshi has rich experience. Although his skills are not top-notch, he can be regarded as a basically qualified knife tester.

He came to the wooden stake covered with leather armor, spread his legs slightly, held this peculiar Japanese sword in both hands, and made two false cuts in the air. Then a cry suddenly burst out from his mouth, and he slashed diagonally at the wooden stake.

Just chopped it down.

With a "swish" sound, the entire wooden stake, together with the ten layers of leather armor covered on it, was chopped off diagonally.

Oda Hiro could hardly believe his eyes. He was stunned on the spot, as if wondering what happened.

Behind him, Nakamura was also shocked and opened his mouth wide. Although he didn't know much about knives, he also understood that this wooden stake with a diameter of twenty to thirty centimeters was not made of straw!

Moreover, it is covered with ten layers of leather armor! In fact, if the entire wooden stake is cut off, it is already twenty layers of leather armor.

It took Oda Hiro a while to come back to his senses. He brought the knife in front of his eyes and looked at it again, as if he wanted to figure out whether this was an indestructible artifact!

Wasn't he dreaming just now?

His eyes moved from the sword to another wooden stake, which was covered with two layers of rattan armor.

His calves were trembling a little, and he walked to the remaining wooden stake in three unsteady steps, took a deep breath, and then suddenly said piously: "God of Rizhao, bless me to get the artifact!"

After saying that, he used all his strength to swing the magic sword and slashed at the wooden pile.

The wooden pile broke with the sound!

Oda Hiro was still stunned for a moment this time, but he soon looked up at the sky and started shouting and yelling at the sun in the sky.

"Crazy! President, he's crazy!" Nakamura watched in horror as Oda Hiro jumped to his feet and shouted, so frightened that he wanted to run away against the corner.

After Oda Hiro shouted for a while, he fell to the ground again and knelt down to the sky.

Just when Nakamura was trembling and didn't know what to do, Oda Hiroshi finally finished venting.

Although he was a little embarrassed to be seen by his subordinates looking crazy, Oda Hiroshi still gave Nakamura a new instruction seriously.

"Bring your friend to me right away! Right now! Go now! The sooner the better!"

Nakamura was finally able to get away, so he hurriedly agreed and left quickly.

Fang Shijie didn't know that his ordinary saber had caused a huge shock to someone, because that saber was just a stepping stone, and all he wanted to sell was arms.

He didn't value the Japanese sword very much. If he had known how strong Oda Hiroshi's reaction was, he would definitely not have brought another one.

When Oda Hiroshi saw Fang Shijie, he almost fainted.

Oh my God, what did he see? He actually saw Fang Shijie holding a rectangular box in his hand!

I won’t tell you, but there is a magic sword in there!

Great God of Rizhao! Do you really want to shorten my life by giving me such a generous gift?

Fang Shijie was very surprised, how could the president of Sakura Club look like this? Does he have Alzheimer's disease?

Oda Hiroshi trembled with his lips, pointed at the box in Fang Shijie's hand, and asked tremblingly: "What's inside of your... knife?"

Fang Shijie thought to himself, this old guy has become like this, how can he still sit in the position of president?

He smiled and nodded: "Yes, Mr. President!"

After hearing this, Oda Hiroshi immediately covered his chest with his hands and waved to his subordinates standing by: "Quick...quick! Give me the medicine!"

Fang Shijie couldn't stand it anymore. He felt that he might have made a mistake. Is the Sakura Club worth his support?

Looking at the president's arrogance, even if they were given hundreds of guns for free, would they be able to achieve their own satisfaction and cause some trouble for the Black Dragon Society?