"Hehe, thank you for holding Xiao Tian for us. The Mizuno Clan will erect a monument in your honor!"

Fujino Katsuyuki’s mischievous voice echoed, and the faces of several Japanese masters instantly turned pale.

It turned out Fujino Katsuyuki had planned to use them as bait from the start!

"That old bastard, he actually used us as human shields!!!"

Seeing Fujino Katsuyuki washing his hands of them, Dahe Lang’s face turned ashen with fury, and he roared angrily.

Xiao Tian’s attacks grew fiercer, and the pressure on the group increased significantly. Even combined, they barely managed to fend off Xiao Tian’s attacks, and their injuries grew increasingly severe.

To think that these were renowned Japanese masters, yet under Xiao Tian’s hand, they looked so pathetic. A great storm was stirred in the space around them.

Behind the crowd, Fujino Katsuyuki stood, face flushed, veins bulging, his hands rapidly forming technique signs as if weaving some spell.

Throughout this process, Fujino Katsuyuki’s body trembled involuntarily, and an extremely violent power surged through him.

"Break!"

Fujino Katsuyuki unleashed all his power, body and mind unified. Suddenly, his gaze turned cold as he slapped his chest with one hand.

Splurt!

Immediately, Fujino Katsuyuki spat out a mouthful of blood. As droplets of blood fell onto his hand, a horrifying transformation occurred!

His arm, as if inflated, rapidly expanded, turning blood-red. Soon, it became a gigantic blood-red hand.

The blood hand was gaunt and bony, with long fingers and razor-sharp nails, resembling a giant beast’s claw.

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Puff!

Xiao Tian’s chaotic flurry of punches overwhelmed the Japanese masters, until one was knocked to the ground by a single punch from Xiao Tian.

The masters were tightly interconnected, and if one faltered, the entire formation collapsed!

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh.

The sharp wind of the blades swept the scene, each pass imbued with immense force.

The protective circle formed by the group fractured instantly, allowing Xiao Tian’s terrifying offensive to penetrate. A punch and a slash, a lethal combination of fist and blade, severed Dahe Lang’s arm with a swing, blood pouring forth.

Seeing his dismembered arm flying in mid-air, Dahe Lang knew escape was the only option now.

"Run!"

Dahe Lang shouted coldly, terror written across his face. Having battled Xiao Tian, he now saw him as a monster. To continue would mean certain death!

It wasn’t just Dahe Lang; others too had already decided to retreat. Even if they received a billion US dollars, what use was it without their lives?

Hearing Dahe Lang’s words, the Japanese masters retreated instantly, fleeing backwards in a disgraceful haste without a second thought.

Their escape left the onlookers dumbfounded. So many renowned Japanese masters were fleeing from one person?

"Trying to escape?"

By now, Xiao Tian felt not an ounce of sympathy for this group of Japanese.

Fleeing leaves openings, as fear shatters their calm.

Xiao Tian scoffed, lifting his blade and leaping into the air. With his genetically enhanced speed, he surged forward, dodging the bullet fire around him while stepping mid-air.

Bang, bang, bang.

The distinct sound of bullets rang out, but they only struck Xiao Tian’s afterimages.

Dahe Lang sensed Xiao Tian’s approach but didn’t dare look back. Even a momentary pause and Xiao Tian would overtake him! His only option was mindless escape.

Yet he underestimated Xiao Tian’s speed. Within steps, Xiao Tian caught up to the fleeing Samurai Dao masters, his fists clenched, diving forward, delivering an iron punch to the back of Dahe Lang’s head.

"Ugh..."

Dahe Lang grunted, unable to utter a word, his body frozen, convulsing before foaming at the mouth and collapsing.

Just like a ravenous wolf catching lambs, Xiao Tian cut through the gunfire, eliminating the Samurai Blade masters with lethal precision.

The other escaping masters found no reprieve as Xiao Tian’s swiftness overtook them, leaving no one spared, his dagger gleaming coldly amidst the fallen corpses.

Cries of agony reached Xiao Tian’s ears as he dispatched the final Japanese masters, leaving death and destruction in his wake.

Witnessing the end of these renowned masters, those present turned ashen as they instinctively backed away from the terrifying Xiao Tian.

After finishing off the masters, Xiao Tian showed no sign of relief.

He’d already sensed a wild power forming behind him. Turning, he saw not far away, Fujino Katsuyuki’s hands had expanded countless times, glowing blood-red, over a meter long.

Fujino Katsuyuki appeared monstrous, eyes filled with menacing force emanating from his blood-red claws.

"So he had this up his sleeve," Xiao Tian remarked coolly, his alert heightened.

Fujino Katsuyuki exuded deadly intent, stepping toward Xiao Tian with his massive blood-red hand raised.

"Boy, dying by my Blood Corpse Fist—it’s not undeserved!" Fujino Katsuyuki declared coldly, confidence in his forbidden technique evident in his murderous aura.

Having slain his grandson and destroyed his dojo, even at a great cost, he was determined to kill Xiao Tian here and now!

"Blood Corpse Fist?"

The crowd fell silent as Fujino Katsuyuki attacked, eyes fixed on him, filled with anticipation.

Upon hearing "Blood Corpse Fist," Japanese Samurais gasped, recognizing the notorious move.

"The Blood Corpse Fist is the Mizuno Clan’s forbidden technique! Legend has it that Mizuno, the clan founder, was unbeatable using this move, yet no one mastered it until Master Fujino!

"It’s said whoever’s hit by the Blood Corpse Fist turns to blood instantly! But the side effects are severe, requiring over a year to recover."

"Master Fujino using this move reveals his deadly intent..."

As the murmurs continued, Fujino Katsuyuki swiftly closed in, clearly unwilling to give Xiao Tian any breathing space.

"Beast, meet your end!"