Chapter 80: He Got His Kill Stolen
“Damn it!”
Faced with Kuroki Satoru’s sudden ambush, Yamazaki Tetsu had no choice but to abandon his pursuit of Ma Yuanzhang, allowing Ma Yuanzhang to escape smoothly.
Yamazaki Tetsu began to endure that powerful ntal impact head-on and launched an attack at Kuroki Satoru.
Under Kuroki Satoru’s assault, Yamazaki Tetsu’s eyes turned blood-red.
That was the fla of his will burning.
“Everything Shall Be Severed!”
Yamazaki Tetsu swung the tree branch.
Streak after streak of sharp sword qi poured toward Kuroki Satoru like a torrential storm.
anwhile, Kuroki Satoru poured all of his ntal power toward Yamazaki Tetsu.
Boom!
An imnse, twisted malice, like a tangible black tide, instantly engulfed Yamazaki Tetsu.
Within Yamazaki Tetsu’s vision.
The sky turned into rotting flesh flowing with pus and blood, and the asphalt road beneath his feet beca countless writhing human faces.
And the Kuroki Satoru before him transford into a terrifying demon god a hundred ters tall, piled together from innurable corpses.
“Kneel! Insect!”
The demon god let out a thunderous roar as a gigantic palm that blotted out the sky slamd down.
That kind of trembling born from the depths of the soul was enough to drive ordinary people insane in an instant.
Facing this quake that ca from the soul, Yamazaki Tetsu closed his eyes.
“Illusion.”
He said softly.
“Steel will rust, flesh will rot.”
“Only will is like a blade.”
Clang!
The withered branch in his hand slowly lifted.
At this mont, in his heart, there was no demon god, no hell.
There was only the sword in his hand, and the enemy before him.
“Mind’s Eye·Open.”
Yamazaki Tetsu kept his eyes closed.
Relying on his own heart to sense that man’s position.
“Slash!”
Then, Yamazaki Tetsu stepped forward.
With this step, he directly crossed a distance of more than ten ters.
There was no flourish at all.
He was like a bolt of lightning tearing through the night, smashing straight into Kuroki Satoru.
Puchi!
The withered branch pierced into flesh.
A spray of blood burst from Kuroki Satoru’s chest.
“Uh……”
The madness in Kuroki Satoru’s eyes froze.
He lowered his head and stared in disbelief at the branch embedded in his chest.
Why?
Why wasn’t he afraid?
Why could he see ?
“Your hallucinations are useless against one whose heart is without stain.”
Yamazaki Tetsu said coldly, twisting his wrist, preparing to completely shred the opponent’s heart.
Kuroki Satoru let out a dying scream.
The fear-black mist within his body erupted wildly, trying to blast Yamazaki Tetsu away.
But Yamazaki Tetsu was like a stubborn reef, unmoving amid the black tide.
“Die.”
At this critical mont.
“Bang!”
A crisp gunshot rang out abruptly on the chaotic street.
Puff!
A bullet that looked utterly ordinary, at an extrely bizarre angle, curved past Yamazaki Tetsu’s shoulder.
It precisely drilled into the center of Kuroki Satoru’s brow.
Bang.
A red-and-white mist exploded from the back of Kuroki Satoru’s head.
Those eyes filled with madness completely lost their light.
His body went limp and fell backward, sliding off Yamazaki Tetsu’s withered branch.
【Player【Gambler】has killed Player【Mad King】】
【Current remaining players: 11】
The cold notification sounded explosively in every player’s mind.
Yamazaki Tetsu was stunned.
He maintained his thrusting posture, staring at the corpse before him that was rapidly losing its warmth.
His kill got stolen?
He had risked life and limb, braving the danger of ntal collapse, just to force this monster into a desperate corner.
And in the end, soone snatched the fruit at the very last mont?
“Aiya iya, that was really close.”
A flippant voice ca from the side.
Yamazaki Tetsu snapped his head up.
He saw a young man wearing a floral shirt, with dyed blond hair, spinning a revolver in his hand, looking at him with a teasing grin.
Sakamoto Ryuji blew on the still-smoking barrel and winked at Yamazaki Tetsu.
“Thanks for helping grind, uncle. I’ll take this ‘first blood’ then.”
“You……”
The fury in Yamazaki Tetsu’s eyes was about to burst out.
“Courting death!”
He tapped his toe, his whole body soaring up like a great bird, the withered branch in his hand carrying fierce sword qi as it stabbed straight toward Sakamoto Ryuji atop the streetlamp.
This strike was launched in rage, faster and more vicious than before!
However.
Sakamoto Ryuji didn’t even dodge.
He simply pulled a coin from his pocket and casually tossed it upward.
“Heads.”
Ding.
The coin flipped in the air, producing a crisp sound.
Just when the sword tip was only zero point zero one centiters away from Sakamoto Ryuji’s throat.
Crack.
The seemingly indestructible withered branch in Yamazaki Tetsu’s hand, which could even cut through steel……
Snapped.
Without any warning, it broke cleanly in the middle.
Perhaps because it had been withered to begin with, or perhaps because it had borne too much sword qi.
In any case, at this most critical, most lethal mont.
It broke.
Yamazaki Tetsu’s offensive instantly stalled, and his whole body lunged forward from inertia, crashing to the ground in a miserable heap.
“Puhahahaha!”
Sakamoto Ryuji laughed until he bent over.
“Uncle, your weapon doesn’t seem very reliable, does it?”
He caught the falling coin and glanced at it—sure enough, it was heads.
“This is fate.”
Sakamoto Ryuji straightened up, looking down at the dirt-covered Yamazaki Tetsu struggling to his feet, his eyes full of mockery.
“You so-called strong ones always think that with effort, with will, you can change everything.”
“But in front of luck, your efforts are worth nothing.”
“The winner of this ga is destined to be .”
“Because I am the one chosen by fate.”
After saying that, he made a flying-kiss gesture at Yamazaki Tetsu.
“Goodbye, wage-slave uncle.”
“Just wait obediently to be harvested by .”
He leapt up and jumped toward the neighboring building.
“Don’t run!”
Yamazaki Tetsu roared, grabbing a steel pipe from the ground and preparing to chase after him.
But just as he took a step.
His foot slipped.
He stepped on a banana peel.
Yes, on this battlefield filled with bloodshed and ruins, for so reason there appeared a fresh banana peel.
And it was right under his foot.
Bang!
A dignified sword saint fell flat on his face in an extrely unsightly posture.
By the ti he climbed back up.
Sakamoto Ryuji’s figure had long vanished into the neon-flashing night.
Leaving only that arrogant laughter, echoing through the night sky.
Yamazaki Tetsu knelt on the ground, gripping the steel pipe tightly in his hand, his knuckles turning white.
“Gambler……”
“I will kill you!”
……
Although the ripples stirred up by Shibuya’s clamor and bloodshed were desperately covered up by the authorities and promoted as terrorist actions.
On the dark side of the Neon tropolis, rumors of sothing called “superpowers” had already spread like a plague.
In the corners of underground bars, in private rooms of all-night internet cafés, in parks where vagrants gathered……
Countless pairs of eyes flickered in the darkness—so trembling in fear, so peering in greed, and others praying in despair.
The official cordons could stop reporters and onlookers, but they could not stop the ambitions and desires breeding in the shadows.
Neon tropolis, Chiyoda Ward, Pri Minister’s Official Residence.
A highest-level ergency eting of the Shinto Theocracy was underway.
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