Chapter 551: River of Blood (1/2)

Nakamura-san, enraged beyond measure, initially believed that the head of the Kyoto-gumi, who had always been at odds with him within the Yamaguchi-gumi, had led a group to his doorstep in blatant disregard for the gang's rules, intending to eliminate him and seize control of the Tokyo-gumi's territory.

After leading his men down, he realized they weren't from the Kyoto gang, but opponents he had never met before.

Besides these three opponents inside the main building, there was also a fight outside. Nakamurajima glanced out and clearly saw his men one by one being killed and falling to the ground. The figures outside who were attacking radiated an overwhelming, terrifying aura of killing intent, which even he felt a tinge of fear from.

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However, in terms of results, there was no effect.

Ye Junlang's blade had transformed into a deadly weapon in his hands. He swung it, reaping the lives of the elite warriors who charged at him. Because it was imbued with a blood-letting groove, anyone struck by it was almost certainly doomed.

Hehehe!

At this moment, streaks of cold light slashed towards Ye Junlang from all directions. They were samurai swords, bearing down with a ferocious momentum.

Ye Junlang's hand slashed forward, a series of clashes rang out as he parried the onslaught of samurai swords. Then, his blade transformed into a sharp, icy gleam, piercing through the throat of an elite warrior with lightning speed.

Ye Junlang's figure flashed to the right, and an opponent's body seemed to rush forward automatically, being pierced through the chest by that blade.

Ye Junlang advanced relentlessly, unstoppable. Everywhere he went, elite warriors fell one after another, as if facing a god of war!

Bah!

Suddenly, a swift, cold blade flashed from Ye Junlang's right side. It attacked like a venomous snake, a strike from a powerful warrior who seized an opportunity for a sneak attack.

Ye Junlang, however, let out a cold snort. With a swing of his hand, he transformed into a streak of light and struck sideways to block it. With a clang, the sharp blade wielded by the skilled assassin was immediately blocked.

In the blink of an eye, another long-awaited master swordsman also made his move, appearing behind Ye Junlang like a ghost. The military dagger in his hand plunged fiercely towards Ye Junlang's back.

At that moment, Ye Junlang seemed to have eyes on his back. With a slight tap of his toes, his body glided sideways like water across the surface, narrowly avoiding the assassination attempt from the high-ranking killer.

Then, Ye Junlang gathered his strength with both feet and sprang forward like a cannonball, charging at the expert. His left fist blasted toward him with incredible speed and force.

The punch erupted, seemingly wielding the power of a raging tsunami. The killing intent unleashed within it was like a bloodthirsty great white shark leaping from the ocean, its massive jaws agape, ready to devour its chosen victim.

Dragon Shadow Killing Whale Fist!

Ye Junlang unleashed this killing move, a punch aimed at the expert assassin.

This master-class warrior's face changed drastically. He was too late to retreat. Facing Ye Junlang's fist that came crashing down, he gritted his teeth and could only gather his strength to swing his own fist, trying to block this punch imbued with overwhelming pressure.

Bang!

In an instant, the two figures exchanged blows with tremendous force.

Next, Ye Junlang's punch was imbued with the might of "Abyssal Strike,"

Chapter 551: River of Blood (2/2)

The force was terrifying, the impact like an unfathomable abyss, surging forward like a furious tide.

Click!

This master swordsman was completely helpless, his arm shattered by the blow. The force of the punch did not abate; it slammed heavily into his chest. Amidst a cacophony of bone-crunching sounds, this master swordsman's body flew forward horizontally and died instantly.

The terrifying nature of the Abyssal Strike is evident here.

Ye Junlang's figure flashed, and he charged toward another master again. Facing the sharp blade rushing towards him, he swung his sword horizontally, blocking the opponent's blade.

Phew!

Then, Ye Junlang's left fist erupted with the furious force of a slaying dragon. His anger-fueled Dragon Slaying Fist surged forward, its momentum transforming into a dragon. The whistling wind from his punches seemed to carry the roar of a dragon, echoing through the heavens. An overwhelming sense of killing intent filled the air, and a terrifyingly powerful critical strike was gathering within his fist.

The master swordsman's face turned pale with terror, and in that moment of panic, he could only raise his arms to block.

With a loud bang, Ye Junlang's punch landed on his forearm, and then continued through his arm, striking his chest, causing a devastating blow.

Imbued with a penetrating and devastating critical strike power, it swept outwards, pouring into the body of this master-level warrior. On his back, a critical strike hump formed!

When this master assassin fell, he was unable to move.

Ye Junlang's eyes darkened, and he charged toward Nakamura Shanjima.

In the battlefield on the flanks, Youmiao had already assassinated a high-ranking general. Facing the elite warriors swarming towards her, Youmiao's eyes were cold and piercing. A chilling aura emanated from her as she gripped her curved blade, transforming it into a trail of icy light that slashed forward, painting the ground crimson with blood. No one could withstand her wrath.

Then, You Mei fixated on another master-level expert. With a few flashes of her figure, she closed in. The curved blade in her hand transformed into a cold gleam, aiming straight for the vital point of the expert's throat.

The iron blade danced, wielded with a brutality that was beautiful in its own right. Under his savage assault, bodies littered the ground, often broken beyond recognition, limbs scattered like discarded toys.

Under the siege of three master assassins, Tie Zheng's waist was slashed by a katana, blood flowing profusely. However, the wound wasn't deep; for Tie Zheng, such an injury was negligible.

The price the other side paid was the deaths of two master-level assassins, and another was seriously injured.

Tie Zheng suddenly grinned, his eyes cold as he looked at the heavily injured master. The other man instinctively shuddered, feeling a chill run down his spine.

"Japanese devils, die!"

Tie Zheng roared with a thunderous voice, his imposing aura surged forth like an unyielding mountain. His boundless fighting spirit transformed into murderous intent, he gripped his long blade tightly and charged forward once again.

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Outside the main building, the Tokyo group, which originally had seventy to eighty members, was reduced to less than twenty.

The rest of them had all become icy corpses, lying on the ground.

Each of the Satanic army warriors, such as Nu Lang, Kuang Ta, Ba Long, Du Yan, and Fang Lie, was covered in blood, and it was unknown how many famous figures they had killed.

The remaining members of the Tokyo squad already wore expressions of fear, a chilling terror gripping their hearts. In their eyes, people like Kyōta and the others appeared as killing machines, relentlessly reaping the lives of their comrades.

"Kill!"

The angry wolf's eyes were cold, and he roared coldly, launching another attack.

The remaining members of the Tokyo squad fought back desperately, making a final stand before their demise. However, it was all in vain; the battle had already been decided.

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