Chapter 48: Tearing Apart the Enemy by Hand, Useless Hand Association
"Rip—!"
Crack!
A piercing sound like tearing silk shattered the silence of the night.
Jiang Feng's massive hand grabbed the frail body of Murakami. His arm muscles bulged as he exerted force.
As if tearing through a piece of thin paper, he ripped him apart into a bloodied mess of flesh and gore.
"Ding! You have successfully killed Murakami. Mechanic and Warrior classes gain 400 experience points."
"Ding! Reincarnator: Jiang Feng, killed Murakami, gained 350 Reincarnation Points."
Blood rained down, dyeing the battlefield beneath the moonlight.
Scarlet rain, mixed with shattered organs, sprayed across the sky.
This scene was the epitome of brutality and gore.
The three surviving members of the Hand Association had their pupils shrink sharply, shocked to their core.
Centuries of hard cultivation…
Centuries of looking down from above...
They had never imagined—
That beings as long-lived as they were could be crushed like mere ants?
Sowanda, who had previously tried to engage Jiang Feng in melee combat with his burly frame—
Was now struck like lightning.
He stumbled back several steps, his face filled with horror and disbelief.
The warm blood of his fallen comrade Murakami splattered onto his rugged face and clothing.
Carrying the chill of death.
Jiang Feng's helmeted head turned and locked onto Sowanda, his cold gaze piercing through the visor—
Reaching into the depths of his soul.
His voice carried the chilling edge unique to metal.
"Same question as before: who gave you the courage to try fighting me in close combat?"
Sowanda was tall and muscular.
But in front of Jiang Feng, who stood over two meters tall and was clad in menacing armor, he seemed a size smaller.
The pressure from that steel body was suffocating.
Sowanda's throat rolled, letting out a beast-like low growl, filled with humiliation and unwillingness.
"Why?! You're just hiding in an iron shell! Why should external tools allow you to slaughter us?"
The Five Fingers of the Hand Association were once ordinary mortals.
After centuries of arduous training, they climbed step by step to the peak of humanity.
They had reached the limit that ordinary people could achieve.
Yet the steel-clad monster before them—
With just his advanced technology—
Had effortlessly slaughtered Lady Gao and Murakami.
As easily as crushing two ants.
Centuries of cultivation, rendered meaningless in the face of cold steel.
The overwhelming disparity—
Caused a tidal wave of grief and anger to erupt in the hearts of the remaining three, pushing them to the brink of collapse.
They didn't want to believe it.
"Could it be... that the martial arts we've cultivated for hundreds of years are this weak and useless?"
Their inner cries echoed, and the massive gap in perception left the three of them struggling to accept the cruel reality.
"Just relying on equipment?"
Underneath the visor, Jiang Feng sneered, his tone full of contempt.
"Have you ever considered the possibility that you're just not good enough? After living for hundreds of years, you're still wallowing in the mud of mortal mediocrity."
"You couldn't even handle a mere Daredevil. The five of you are truly the crème de la crap."
Jiang Feng scoffed, disdain gleaming in his eyes.
The Marvel Universe was filled with wonders.
Superhumans emerged in countless bizarre ways, and extraordinary opportunities were everywhere.
Get bitten by a spider on the street. Get hit by gamma rays.
And you could instantly rise to greatness.
Walk down a street and perhaps encounter some strange fate, gain sudden enlightenment, and become a transcendent being.
Take the High Evolutionary, for instance.
He graduated from Oxford just last century, not even a hundred years old, yet with his world-shaking scientific talents—
He had almost become an Elder of the Universe.
He even boasted achievements such as repelling the dark god Chthon, earning fame across the multiverse.
Or take Victor Von Doom—
A man from a poor little country.
Essentially just a normal human, but exceptionally gifted. At a young age, he mastered both science and magic.
Claiming the title of God Emperor Doom.
Even powers surpassing the gods were stolen by him.
He forcefully fused countless fragmented universes—
To forge his own Battleworld.
Thousands of Thors formed a royal guard—
Loyal to God Emperor Doom.
By comparison—
The Five Fingers, who had lived for centuries but achieved nothing, were mere dust in the winds of time.
Aside from playing dirty tricks in the shadows, what had they done? They were trash among trash.
And just to add—
The High Evolutionary was originally portrayed as white, but like Kang the Conqueror, was changed into a black character due to certain "political correctness" considerations.
"Arghhhhhhh!!!"
Sowanda's eyes turned blood red, veins bulging and pulsing on his dark forehead.
He was clearly completely mentally shattered by Jiang Feng's piercing words—
Like a long-dormant volcano erupting violently!
To be fair—
In their centuries of life, they had faced true experts before. Like the once-brilliant martial arts masters from Kunlun.
At their peak—
Some could even challenge the legendary gods head-on.
But those dazzling figures were often short-lived, far outlived by the Five Fingers.
That became the life raft they clung to for self-comfort.
A pathetic mantra they repeated to themselves:
"No matter how strong they are, they won't outlive us. In the end, they're just dust in the grave."
But now—
Jiang Feng's brutal words had slashed through their self-deception like the sharpest blade.
Exposing the bloody truth behind the label: "Trash."
Sowanda could no longer hold back. His chest heaved violently as he roared—
"DIIIIEEEEEE!!!"
His fury turned into tangible power. His burly body lunged forward, delivering a punch that howled through the air.
The sheer explosive force—
Was stronger than anything he had unleashed before.
This punch—
Condensed all of his rage and resentment, vowing to turn this arrogant man before him into minced flesh.
However—
In the face of this wrath-filled strike—
Jiang Feng moved as if walking casually through a garden. His figure shifted slightly—
And he evaded like a phantom.
The punch whistled past his body, not even grazing the hem of his clothes.
Jiang Feng's mocking voice rang out again.
"Besides the established fact that you are trash, there's one more thing…"
"…I don't rely solely on this armor."
Before he even finished speaking—
Those present witnessed something shocking.
With a few soft clicks, Jiang Feng's fierce steel armor cracked open at the chest, unfolding to both sides.
Revealing the man beneath.
This killer whose name shook New York had voluntarily revealed his true form.
He shed the iron shell.
Under his ordinary clothes, his muscles were knotted and bulging like a dragon beneath the surface, standing calmly before Sowanda.
Jiang Feng intended to fight the Five Fingers of the Hand Association—
With his bare flesh and blood.
Sowanda was stunned at first, then his eyes lit up with joy.
"You're dead! Without that turtle shell, let's see how arrogant you can be! No way you can beat me bare-handed!"
He grinned, revealing a mouthful of white teeth.
Contrasted against his dark skin, they appeared especially sinister—full of blind confidence.
In Sowanda's view—
What Jiang Feng just did was nothing short of suicidal.