Fumiya Jin watched the wailing black man, his eyes devoid of pity. He even took two stealthy steps forward, preparing to strike again.
But the black man noticed and immediately retreated three or four steps at an even faster pace.
Fumiya Jin instantly felt this was getting troublesome—he had no idea what class this black man was, but his physical abilities were too formidable. His speed, strength, and coordination were all slightly superior to Fumiya's.
Although in close quarters, Fumiya Jin could easily overwhelm him with the devastating power of consecutive Drawing Slashes combined with his Red Sharpness.
But if the black man wanted to flee, Fumiya really couldn't catch him.
It was basically a racial trait for sprinting.
Moreover, since he had been standing far from Nijika to begin with, and had now retreated twice in a row, the distance between them had stretched to seven or eight meters... At this range, coupled with the diminishing returns on Nijika's skill when used consecutively...
The chances of relying on Nijika's next strike to control him and then rushing in for an instant kill were not very high.
And Nijika had already struck with all her might twice. In a short period, she could at most manage one more strike; a fourth was likely out of the question.
So... Fumiya Jin stopped in his tracks.
He glanced at the black man's arm, which had been split in half... Even though cyan scales had appeared, the bleeding hadn't slowed by much.
Apparently, that yokai-like transformation effect wasn't limitless when it came to staunching blood and healing wounds.
Although he couldn't catch the black man, the man's life was already a candle flickering in the wind.
He looked at the black man and said, "The chubby guy is already dead. With your remaining combat strength, you definitely can't beat us. If you scram now, I can let you live."
The black man was grimacing in pain and panting heavily, but upon hearing this, a sinister smile spread across his face.
"You don't actually think you've won, do you... Haven't you noticed? The sun has already set."
Fumiya Jin glanced at the sky.
The sun had indeed set.
At some point, a blood-red moon had appeared, turning the sky from a dim orange to an eerie, dark crimson...
"So what if it's set? We have at least half an hour until it's completely dark. That's more than enough time to deal with you," Fumiya Jin said calmly. "Besides... we have fire."
"Heh heh... Fire?" The fleshy-faced woman sneered. "Do you really still have fire?"
Hearing her voice, both The madam and Nijika's hearts skipped a beat.
Their attention had been completely drawn to the fight between Fumiya Jin and the two men, so they hadn't noticed what The fleshy-faced woman was doing.
Now, turning to look, they saw The fleshy-faced woman standing next to the campfire spot, right beside the burning branches.
It was worth noting that the black man had just lit the branches and placed them in the fire pit when Fumiya Jin ambushed him. As a result, they hadn't had time to transition from burning kindling to logs, so the flames weren't very strong.
And under these circumstances, The fleshy-faced woman was holding a laundry detergent bottle, its cap already unscrewed... She let out a vicious laugh and began to tip the bottle's mouth over the fire!
"She's going to... Don't!" The madam's eyes widened, her face turning pale.
Nijika didn't have time to think either and instinctively struck her drumsticks again.
CRACK!—
The fleshy-faced woman's movements visibly stiffened.
But because of the distance and this being the third time she was affected by the paralysis, the effect was much weaker and couldn't make her drop the bottle.
The fleshy-faced woman did freeze for a fraction of a second, but the bottle in her hands had already tilted enough. The liquid naturally poured out quickly, dousing the weak flames...
"Haha, you damned couple, just you wait to die—"
WHOOSH!—
The fire suddenly erupted skyward, cutting off The fleshy-faced woman's speech.
The fleshy-faced woman screamed in agony, stumbled back several steps, fell to the ground, and began rolling around, howling.
The black man was stunned.
The madam was also stunned.
But Nijika suddenly remembered... just before they returned from the forest, Fumiya Jin had suddenly poured the black fluid from the gasoline can into the laundry detergent bottle and then thrown the can away.
At the time, she didn't know why and had even asked Fumiya Jin about it.
But Fumiya Jin had told her she was too naive and a bad actress, that knowing too much might make her give the plan away, so he didn't tell her.
So, until that very moment, she hadn't figured out what was going on.
But now... she understood.
...
...
The black fluid had spread across a large patch of ground, and the flames were burning fiercely.
Logically, this was the moment when Fumiya Jin should have been watching The fleshy-faced woman with a mocking expression, taunting her mercilessly and enjoying the sight of her agonizing struggle.
But he didn't.
He had no sense of warrior's code.
So he dashed forward in a single bound.
SHING— Drawing Slash activated.
The fleshy-faced woman, who had been rolling on the ground, suddenly couldn't roll anymore.
Because rolling requires the coordination of one's arms and legs.
And her arms and legs suddenly couldn't quite cooperate.
That was because from the waist down... her body had been sliced clean in two.
Flesh, intestines, organs, and dark red blood spilled out with her convulsions.
The fleshy-faced woman's eyes bulged in terror as she stared at Fumiya Jin. "Get away! Don't come near me! And you, that Niji-girl, save me! What are you standing there for, save me!!! I haven't even had a chance to use my class abilities yet!"
Hearing this, the black man actually wanted to go and help, but then he looked at the blade in Fumiya Jin's hands...
He silently took a few more steps back.
And so...
SHINK!—
Fumiya Jin gripped the hilt with both hands in a reverse grip and plunged it downward.
The sharp tip of the blade pierced directly through the center of The fleshy-faced woman's forehead.
All the way through!
The fleshy-faced woman's entire body went rigid.
Her upper body and limbs began to convulse violently.
KRRCH! Fumiya Jin, still gripping the hilt, gave it a sharp twist.
Her face was frozen in an expression of ultimate terror and distortion.
And then... the life drained from it.
SHINK—
Fumiya Jin pulled the blade out.
Blood, mixed with brain matter, gushed from the wound.
He turned his head and looked at The black man with dreadlocks.
"You're the only one left. Still want to struggle?" Fumiya Jin said.
If he could just act, he'd rather not waste time with trash talk.
Unfortunately, this black man with dreadlocks was the one person he couldn't catch.
"The only one?" The black man panted, looking like he was on his last legs, but his words were still defiant. "Why don't you take a look at the seashore?"
At this distance, Fumiya Jin wasn't afraid of the black man trying a sneak attack while his back was turned.
So he glanced towards the sea...
Only to see countless pinpricks of red appearing all along the coastline.
They were countless Razor-Mouthed Sea Monsters.
Nijika and The madam also turned to look, and the sight of the dense red dots made their scalps tingle with fear.
"How could this be... It's not completely dark yet, how could they..."
Fumiya Jin narrowed his eyes, scrutinizing the monsters.
He noticed their eyes seemed even redder than yesterday.
Was it because of the blood moon in the sky?
So the third night really did hold the greatest tribulation.
"But we have fire, so why should we be afraid of these things?" Fumiya Jin turned back, looking at the black man with a deliberately arrogant and smug expression.
As expected, seeing his confidence, the black man couldn't help but laugh. "This is the third night. You don't actually think that little flame can stop them now that they're frenzied, do you?"
Just as I thought.
The blood moon had driven them into a frenzy.
That's why they could come ashore even before it was completely dark. And a normal fire was no longer enough to deter them.
Fumiya Jin glanced at the red dots again. They were already on the shore and beginning to rapidly approach...
"Looks like we'll just have to make this fire a whole lot bigger."
As he spoke, Fumiya Jin walked towards the bonfire.
His tachi plunged into the large pool of burning black fluid.
When he pulled it out, a layer of the fluid coated the blade.
Fierce flames erupted, enveloping the blade and burning intensely!
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