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Chapter 47 - Chapter 47: Raid, Confronting the Five Fingers

Chapter 47: Raid, Confronting the Five Fingers

"Make a deal with the Evil God?"

This suggestion landed like a boulder in a calm lake, stirring up waves of shock.

The other three, upon hearing it, all had faces as grim as iron, with a flicker of hesitation in their eyes.

Thinking back to the past...

Ever since betraying Kunlun and fleeing the Holy Land, the Five Fingers had faced countless enforcers sent by Kunlun to purge them.

To fight those former comrades, the Five Fingers resorted to every possible method.

They didn't hesitate to use all kinds of vile and despised tactics.

Among them, the most taboo and dangerous one was making deals with ancient evil gods from the abyssal hells.

Using living souls as sacrifices, they exchanged them for dark powers strong enough to defy fate.

If one could summon an evil god with sufficient strength, something like the Dragonbone Barrier wouldn't even pose a challenge.

However, bargaining with tigers rarely ends well.

Even though their hands were soaked in blood and they killed without blinking, they had always been extremely cautious when dealing with those unspeakable horrors.

After all—

What those evil gods demanded was often far more than just offerings.

A slight mistake could lead to the damnation of the soul, never to reincarnate again—a fate far worse than turning to dust.

Just as the four were shrouded in doubt and hesitation, a mocking voice suddenly echoed through the empty conference room, without the slightest warning.

"Having trouble getting the Dragonbone? Why don't I give you a hand?"

The voice struck like a bolt of lightning.

The four—Alexandra and the others—were startled, hairs standing on end. Almost in unison, they shouted sternly:

"Who's there?! How dare you spy on us!"

Before the words finished—

A dark figure tore through the night sky like a falling meteor, crashing violently toward the conference room's thick, bulletproof glass.

BOOM—!!!

With a thunderous explosion, the steel-like glass shattered into countless sparkling fragments.

A terrifying armored figure over two meters tall descended like a god of war. Crimson electronic eyes on the helmet flashed with ominous light.

The floor cracked instantly, spiderweb fissures spreading in all directions.

"It's him! That killer from Hell's Kitchen!"

The four locked eyes on the intruder, faces shifting dramatically.

They recognized the terror who had caused a bloodbath in New York.

After all, very few in the world matched the rumored characteristics of "Iron Man."

Damn it!

How did this harbinger of death find them?!

Jiang Feng's crimson electronic eyes scanned the four. The life-detection system within his armor activated.

Streams of data flashed rapidly inside his helmet—an instant assessment generated:

In terms of raw power, these four might be on par with Kraven the Hunter.

Their techniques, honed over hundreds of years, could be more refined and cunning.

But in front of Jiang Feng's iron fortress—

Without physical strength to back it, even the most sophisticated techniques were just futile resistance. Like ants trying to stop a cart.

"Kill him!"

Murderous intent burst from Alexandra's eyes. Without a moment's hesitation, she gave the command.

No need for words. The blood feud had long been set in stone.

One of the former Five Fingers, Madame Gao—

Had died in a targeted ambush on Jiang Feng, and was blasted to bits by him—no corpse left behind.

The armored intruder before them was now the sworn enemy of the Hand.

"Haah—!"

With a shout, Murakami drew his ancient katana from his waist.

It turned into a flash of cold light—

Like a venomous snake, the blade slashed straight for Jiang Feng's head.

His form was like a ghost, his blade fierce and lethal, carrying centuries of killing intent—far superior to any ninja Jiang Feng had encountered before.

CLANG!

A shrill clang of metal rang out.

But—

That high-grade steel blade, which could slice through iron like butter, struck Jiang Feng's shoulder armor and only produced a flash of sparks.

It left just a faint scratch—unable to penetrate even an inch further.

"Nani?!"

Murakami's pupils shrank. A look of disbelief flashed across his face.

That strike—

Which he believed could shatter stone and metal, hadn't even broken the opponent's defense?!

Murakami was indeed far stronger than any of the ninjas Jiang Feng had faced before—his techniques more deceptive and deadly.

Unfortunately, his so-called strength—

Was essentially no different in Jiang Feng's eyes.

All of them were just ants to be crushed in a single blow.

Because Jiang Feng's power was now nothing like before.

Even without his upgraded armor, his body alone had undergone an earth-shattering transformation.

With the enhancement of the Iron Suit—

His power had reached a level that brought despair.

Facing Murakami's shocked expression, Jiang Feng didn't even bother with any unnecessary movement.

He casually raised his palm—and suddenly clenched his five fingers.

Crack!

A crisp snap echoed.

The katana that had been with Murakami for over a hundred years—

Shattered into metallic fragments like rotten wood under Jiang Feng's grip.

Pieces scattered across the floor.

Murakami's offense had barely crumbled—

And in a flash, the deadly attacks from Alexandra and the other two came roaring in.

The burliest of them, Sowanda—

Charged in with bare fists. His iron fists carried the force to shatter boulders and split mountains, smashing straight toward Jiang Feng's chest.

The punch wind was so fierce it even surpassed Murakami's katana by threefold.

Clearly—

This man had achieved a masterful level of hard body training.

At the same time—

Both Baktu and Alexandra didn't dare to engage in close combat.

Baktu flicked his wrist, releasing several diamond-shaped shuriken like fatal stars aimed precisely at Jiang Feng.

As the leader, Alexandra drew a delicate silver pistol. Crisp gunshots rang out like a machine gun.

Facing the combined assault—

Jiang Feng's steel-clad body didn't budge an inch.

Sowanda's iron fists, Baktu's shuriken, Alexandra's bullets...

All these attacks, fatal to ordinary people—

Struck Jiang Feng's blue-grade Iron Suit with nothing more than a series of crisp clinks and clanks.

Sparks flew—insignificant at best.

They couldn't even be called a tickle—more like mosquitoes pointlessly buzzing.

Jiang Feng ignored these futile attacks.

He focused on a single target—

The swordsman who dared to strike first.

His crimson eyes locked onto the still-panicked Murakami. Jiang Feng's massive, metal arm suddenly lunged forward.

Like a vicious tiger pouncing—

With overwhelming force, it grabbed for Murakami's shoulders.

Murakami's soul nearly left his body.

If this steel monster got a hold of him, it would be certain doom.

He stepped back in a flash, trying to dodge the fatal grab—

But Murakami underestimated Jiang Feng, and overestimated himself.

"Trying to run? Too late."

Despite the bulk of the Iron Suit, its movements were far more agile than expected.

Moreover—

Jiang Feng had integrated numerous martial arts skills into his own style, allowing him to precisely predict his opponent's next move.

Murakami's slender frame—

Was easily snatched mid-air by Jiang Feng like a chick caught in metal pincers.

In front of Jiang Feng's over-two-meter-tall armored body, the Japanese swordsman seemed thin and short—

Like a malnourished monkey.

Both pathetic and absurd.

From beneath the cold metal mask came Jiang Feng's mocking voice:

"I'm really curious... where did you get the guts, with that little frame, to try brawling with me up close?"

Trapped in the iron grip—

Murakami felt a terrifying force pressing down from Jiang Feng's fingers.

His bones creaked under the pressure.

All color drained from his face. Terror flooded him.

He no longer had the capacity to answer—only screamed hoarsely while thrashing desperately.

"Let… let go of me! Bastard! Let go!"

But Murakami's struggle—

Was utterly useless before Jiang Feng, who stood as immovable as a mountain. He couldn't even make the iron arm flinch.

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