Wangan Area, abandoned container terminal.
In the hot summer air, the salty smell of seawater and the scent of rusting metal permeated.
Tsukumo stood alone in a half-open container, his gaze fixed on the canvas-covered motorcycle in front of him, speechless for a long time.
He reached out and slowly pulled back the canvas, revealing the familiar motorcycle with the MUGEN logo.
The body lines were still sleek, but the paint had faded slightly under the erosion of time.
Seeing this motorcycle, those long-sealed memories flooded his mind.
He felt as if he had returned to that time when Amber and Tatsuya were still by his side, when the three of them could ride their bikes recklessly, laughing into the wind.
After he fell into a coma, Amber had quietly hidden this motorcycle, which carried their shared memories, here.
Tsukumo felt a tightness in his chest; the faces and smiles of the past were vivid in his memory, but everything had changed.
Tatsuya was gone, and MUGEN had fallen apart.
However, the only thing he could do was to firmly remember Tatsuya's last words: follow Amber closely and don't let him go astray alone.
This was his only meaning for living now.
Just then, a voice with a hint of playfulness echoed eerily behind him.
"The passage of time is truly ruthless; it has been sleeping here all this time, hasn't it?"
Tsukumo's body didn't move, but the corner of his eye glanced backward.
A strange man wearing sunglasses was leaning against the entrance of the container.
Liu Longren
Calling him strange was due to his attire.
In this scorching weather, the sun was so hot the ground was almost steaming, yet this guy was wearing a thick mink coat, clearly just trying to look cool.
Tsukumo recognized this person.
One of the core members of Century Warriors — Liu Longren.
Seeing that Tsukumo remained silent, Liu Longren shrugged. The expression beneath his tinted glasses was unreadable as he continued in his unhurried tone:
"We've got trouble knocking on our door. Come with me and witness what true destruction is."
After saying this, Liu Longren stepped back half a pace, turned his body slightly, and made a 'please' gesture, his posture as elegant as a gentleman from an old era.
Liu Longren
Tsukumo remembered Amber's instructions.
He said nothing more, silently covering the canvas again, as if to seal away all memories once more.
Then, he turned and left with Liu Longren.
As soon as they walked out of the container and into a relatively open, canyon-like area formed by stacked containers.
Suddenly, a dense sound of footsteps came from the containers above.
The next second, figures appeared one by one on the edges of the high containers, all members of RUDE BOYS.
Smoky, who was at the forefront, stood at the highest point, his gaze cold as he stared at the two people below.
Smoky
DOUBT of Wangan was notorious in this area.
Their crimes were not just arson; in the past, scum from DOUBT would occasionally come to Nameless Street like hyenas, abducting women and children for human trafficking.
Smoky and his group, at most, had just over twenty core members who could fight.
Coupled with Smoky himself being gravely ill, seeking revenge on DOUBT, which numbered in the hundreds, would be tantamount to suicide in anyone's eyes.
However, this time was different.
Nameless Street was being looked after by Ryuzaki Shin, and the homeless residents were properly settled, so he could leave with peace of mind.
Another reason was that Smoky truly felt his days were numbered.
His body, already ravaged by illness, felt as if razor blades were scraping his lungs with every breath.
He wanted to do one last thing for Nameless Street and for his deceased family in the final moments of his life.
So he found his way here.
Liu Longren saw the scene of being surrounded, and instead of showing any tension, a triumphant smile appeared on his face.
And Tsukumo, beside him, was expressionless.
Although there were quite a few people in front of him, in his opinion, they weren't enough for him to fight alone.
Since Liu Longren hadn't spoken, he didn't plan to make a move either.
Liu Longren
Liu Longren impishly raised his head and shouted to Smoky above:
"Oh, the fire in Nameless Street seems to be burning quite fiercely, doesn't it? Looks like it's smoked out all you little rats hiding in the gutters."
Hearing this blatant provocation, Smoky's face instantly darkened, enough to drip water.
He bent his legs slightly, then exerted force, and launched himself from the container like an arrow from a bow.
"Bang!"
His feet landed steadily, creating two shallow pits in the dusty ground.
Smoky didn't hesitate for a moment, slowly approaching the other party step by step.
"That fire left many homeless." Smoky's voice was hoarse, carrying a bone-chilling coldness. "Today, you will pay for that debt with your lives."
Hearing this, Liu Longren suddenly clapped his hands, "Clap, clap, clap."
"Hahaha, excellent! Very imposing words!"
As his words fell, hundreds of people surged out from the shadows of the containers behind Liu Longren.
Each of them held steel pipes and crowbars, dressed in uniform — they were the grunts of DOUBT.
Liu Longren looked left and right triumphantly, then reached up and lightly wiped under his nose with a finger, making a "Wataah!" sound like Bruce Lee, striking a classic starting pose.
Liu Longren
"Come on, little rats."
At his command, hundreds of DOUBT members let out a thunderous roar and charged towards Smoky and the others with their clubs.
On this side, hundreds of people were menacing.
On Smoky's side, even counting the RUDE BOYS members who jumped down from the containers, there were only just over twenty people.
A bloody battle of vastly unequal forces instantly erupted!
Three DOUBT grunts, armed with steel pipes, rushed at Smoky in a triangular formation, swinging their weapons and attacking simultaneously from three different angles!
Smoky faced this encirclement, which was enough to smash a person into a pulp, with not a ripple in his eyes.
The steel pipe from the left came whistling towards his temple. He merely tilted his head slightly, and his body shifted with an extremely subtle movement.
That deadly steel pipe whistled past, almost grazing his earlobe.
Just as the opponent's force was spent and their guard was wide open!
Smoky did not retreat; instead, he stepped forward, cutting into the opponent's embrace.
His left elbow shot up like lightning, from bottom to top, striking the opponent's lower jawbone with precision and ferocity!
"Crack!"
A crisp sound of bone cracking rang out. The grunt's head snapped backward. Before he could even let out a scream, his eyes rolled back, and he collapsed limply to the ground.
At the same time, the steel pipe from the front was already smashing towards him.
Smoky didn't even look. His left hand instinctively reached out, grabbing the steel pipe from the hand of the man who had just fallen, and with his wrist as the pivot, he fiercely swung it upward!
"Clang!"
Two steel pipes collided violently in the air, sparks flying.
Using the force of the rebound, Smoky's body spun, and the steel pipe in his hand traced a cruel arc, smashing heavily into the knee of the second grunt!
"Ow!"
A shrill scream rang out. The man's knee instantly bent backward at a grotesque angle. He clutched his leg and fell to the ground, rolling in agony.
The third grunt was stunned for a moment by this lightning-fast turn of events.
But in a clash of experts, this moment of hesitation meant the difference between life and death!
Smoky's figure had already spun like a top. A fierce spinning back kick, his heel solidly striking the chest of the third grunt!
"Pfft!"
The man's body flew backward like a kite with a broken string, knocking down two comrades who were rushing up behind him.
In just a few seconds, three people fell to the ground.
Not far away, Liu Longren and Tsukumo both stood still, unmoving.
Even behind the two of them, half of the DOUBT members had not made a move, merely standing with their arms crossed, calmly watching the melee in front.
In their eyes, this battle was not a battle at all, but merely a one-sided slaughter.
The opponents could not possibly win; they were simply enjoying the struggles of these "little rats" before their demise, with a playful attitude.
Tsukumo, as a legendary figure, found the scene before him, which resembled a children's farce, utterly uninteresting.
Tsukumo
He pulled out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, took a deep drag, and then said unenthusiastically to Liu Longren beside him:
"This is the show you were talking about?"
Liu Longren smiled, his eyes gleaming with a wild and excited light.
"No, this is just the beginning..."
After Liu Longren said, "This is just the beginning," he waved his hand lazily behind him.
Liu Longren, Tsukumo
Upon seeing this instruction, the DOUBT members, who had been watching the show from the back, immediately sprang into action.
"Crash!"
A group of people worked together to move out over a dozen heavy wooden crates, roughly prying open the lids to reveal them filled with countless empty beer bottles.
The DOUBT members burst into unrestrained laughter upon seeing these "weapons."
They climbed onto the surrounding containers, high and low, to gain a vantage point, clutching the cold glass bottles like apes preparing to throw stones, looking down at the RUDE BOYS with playful mockery.
"Smash them to death!"
With a shout, a "battle" devoid of any dignity began.
Countless brown and green glass bottles arced wildly through the air, whistling like hail, raining down furiously on Smoky and his group!
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
"Smash!"
The sound of shattering glass was incessant.
A beer bottle accurately struck one of the RUDE BOYS members on the forehead, the bottle instantly shattering, brown glass shards mixing with viscous blood splattering everywhere.
The member couldn't even let out a groan, his body swayed, and he fell straight backward.
Then came the second, the third... the RUDE BOYS were caught off guard by this sudden, disorganized attack.
They swung their arms to try and block, but the bottles raining down from all directions were impossible to defend against.
Glass bottles exploded on their heads, shoulders, and backs, the crisp sound of shattering accompanied by the dull thud of bones being struck by blunt objects, making one's teeth ache.
Smoky's companions fell one after another, their blood staining the ground.
Tsukumo stood in the distance, utterly speechless.
This is what you call a good show?
The battles he had experienced before, whether internal conflicts within MUGEN or clashes with other gangs, were all brutal, fist-to-flesh, blood-splattering fights.
There had never been such a childish, even despicable and shameless scene.
He completely saw through Liu Longren in his heart.
This guy was nothing more than a mentally unsound idiot who enjoyed tormenting the weak.
Tsukumo felt utterly bored, feeling that every second he stood there was a waste of his life.
He took one last deep drag from his cigarette, then casually flicked the butt to the ground and crushed it with the tip of his shoe.
Having done all this, he turned and left without looking back.
Liu Longren noticed his departure, slowly took off his sunglasses, and turned his head to look at Tsukumo's gradually receding back.
For some reason, he suddenly felt a sense of dullness too.
Without an audience, the performance he had meticulously prepared lost all its fun.
He sighed softly, murmuring to himself, "It's time for it to end."
Smoky's eyes were bloodshot as he watched his companions fall one after another.
He knew that if this continued, none of them would escape.
Smoky suddenly bent down, picked up a fallen steel pipe from the ground, and with all his might, hurled it fiercely at the DOUBT members throwing bottles from above!
"Whoosh—"
The steel pipe spun rapidly in the air, whistling as it flew, precisely knocking down several thugs on the high container.
"Everyone, now's your chance, hurry and go!"
Smoky roared at his remaining companions.
Hearing the command, the RUDE BOYS members who were still holding on, used their last ounce of strength to stand up, supporting each other as they frantically fled in the direction they had come from.
Smoky stayed behind alone to cover their retreat.
He rushed to a discarded, thick concrete pillar, and with all his might, pushed it over to block the narrow passage, temporarily stopping the pursuers.
Liu Longren merely smiled contemptuously at this scene.
He casually took off his expensive mink coat and tossed it to a subordinate nearby.
"The cat and mouse game has begun."
...As he ran, Smoky suddenly coughed twice, spitting out a mouthful of dark red blood foam.
He felt as if his lungs were tearing, the pain unbearable, and his speed grew slower and slower.
Seeing this, his companions immediately stopped, wanting to come and help him leave together.
Smoky looked at the increasingly close shouts and footsteps behind him, and waved his hand vigorously at them.
"Don't mind me! If this continues, no one will get out!"
Everyone understood that Smoky was preparing to sacrifice himself to buy them time to escape.
"No! Boss! We won't leave you!"
"If we go, we go together!"
"We'll die together!"
His companions shouted, one after another, no one willing to leave alone.
"Enough!"
Smoky suddenly roared, silencing everyone.
"I am the boss of RUDE BOYS! This is an order!" He panted heavily, his eyes sharp as knives, "Everyone listen carefully! When you return to Nameless Street, tell Ryuzaki Shin that everything on Nameless Street from now on is entrusted to him! You must treat him as you would me, assist him well, and rebuild our home!"
Just then, the figures of DOUBT members appeared behind them, a dense, dark mass.
"Hurry and go!" Smoky shouted with his last ounce of strength.
The RUDE BOYS, with tears in their eyes, stared intently at Smoky, and finally gritted their teeth and turned to leave.
They knew that Smoky was right; only by living could there be hope.
Watching the figures of his companions disappear into the distance, Smoky slowly turned around, his eyes devoid of any fear, only a sense of calm and resolve, like a martyr preparing to meet his destiny.
Just then, a flurry of footsteps came from a nearby container.
Smoky had just looked up when he saw Liu Longren leap down from the four-meter-high container!
Mid-air, the long blade in his hand was already unsheathed, a dazzling flash of light like a bolt of silk, slashing straight down towards Smoky's head!
The blade was sharp, with a piercing whistle that tore through the air!
Smoky's pupils constricted, he forced a breath, and his body suddenly arched backward, narrowly dodging the fatal strike.
Immediately after, Liu Longren flipped his wrist, and the long blade swept horizontally, aiming for his waist and abdomen.
Smoky slid his feet, narrowly dodging again.
But Liu Longren's offensive was relentless, giving him no chance to catch his breath!
One kick!
Liu Longren delivered a swift side kick, striking Smoky directly in the chest.
"Bang!"
Smoky was instantly sent flying backward, his back slamming heavily against the cold container wall with a loud thud.
He tried to struggle to his feet, but Liu Longren's next strike was already coming.
Smoky managed to dodge, but suddenly began to cough violently, his movements momentarily pausing.
A sharp pain shot through his back!
Liu Longren's long blade had already slashed fiercely into his back!
A deep, bone-visible wound instantly appeared, blood gushing out!
Smoky collapsed to the ground, spitting blood continuously.
As one of the Century Warriors, Liu Longren's combat prowess was naturally impressive.
With a blade in hand, his strength was already equivalent to a Super Five-level fighter.
And a gravely ill Smoky was no match for him at all.
Liu Longren gave a look to his subordinates, and a group of them immediately surrounded Smoky with sinister smiles, ready to end his life.
Just then!
"Boom—vroom—"
A furious roar of a motorcycle approached from the distance!
A black harley motorcycle roared in, directly scattering the surrounding crowd!
Accompanied by the screeching sound of tires, the motorcycle executed a stylish drift and tail-whip, coming to a steady stop in front of Smoky.
The person on the bike wore sunglasses, with a tall and upright figure, none other than one of the legendary top-tier figures, one of the Amamiya Brothers—Amemiya Hiroto!
Amemiya Hiroto
Amemiya Hiroto
Hiroto dismounted his motorcycle with a stylish flourish and walked directly towards Smoky, who was sprawled on the ground.
The members of DOUBT saw that he meant trouble and immediately surrounded him, brandishing their clubs.
Hiroto's expression remained unchanged. Facing a steel pipe swinging towards him, he didn't even look, simply throwing out a heavy punch!
"Bang!"
Fist met steel pipe, and the pipe, as thick as a bowl, instantly bent. The DOUBT member was sent flying over ten meters horizontally!
Hiroto's movements were clean and precise, filled with explosive power.
He moved as if strolling through a garden, effortlessly striking while also having time to slowly take off his sunglasses.
Everywhere he went, people and horses were overturned.
The DOUBT grunts were as fragile as paper in front of him.
With just a few casual punches and kicks, he broke the bones and tendons of a dozen people who had surrounded him.
Smoky watched this scene, his expression somewhat surprised. He clearly recognized Hiroto.
"Why are you here?"
"Don't say so much." Hiroto didn't turn his head, his voice cold, "Once I deal with these guys, come with me. I have something to ask you."
Their conversation proved that the two had a history.
Just as Hiroto was wreaking havoc, a figure slowly emerged from behind Liu Longren.
It was ICE, the leader of Century Warriors, another legendary figure.
ICE
He saw that Liu Longren was merely watching from the side, and his tone seemed a bit displeased.
"Bro, how long are you going to watch?"
Liu Longren didn't speak, his expression turning a few shades more serious. He charged forward, brandishing his blade!
A cold light slashed directly at Hiroto!
Hiroto didn't even blink, his body merely shifted slightly, effortlessly dodging the fierce strike.
Immediately after, he unleashed a heavy punch to the side of Liu Longren's face!
Liu Longren was sent flying horizontally, rolling several times on the ground before stopping.
Hiroto was too fast; Liu Longren, at his level, couldn't even dodge.
This was the absolute power suppression of a legendary figure!
But ICE's figure had already instantly filled the gap!
His punches were incredibly fast, and his strength was even more terrifying, delivering three punches in an instant!
Hiroto dodged the first two punches by turning his body, but the third punch landed squarely on his face!
ICE hitting Hiroto
At this moment, Liu Longren also climbed up from the ground, touching his struck cheek with an annoyed expression.
ICE, on the other hand, had his hands in his pockets, watching Hiroto with interest.
"As weak as the rumors say."
Since Century Warriors had accepted the mission to invade S.W.O.R.D., they naturally investigated the strong individuals in the area.
Amemiya Hiroto was, of course, no stranger to him.
Hiroto, having taken a punch, was genuinely displeased.
There were no marks on his face, only a cold gaze fixed on ICE.
Hiroto
"That statement of yours is truly interesting."
The atmosphere between the two sides instantly became tense, a major battle on the verge of breaking out!
Just then!
Another roar of a motorcycle engine sounded!
Everyone stopped their actions and looked in the direction of the sound.
An exaggerated custom harley sped over, performing a beautiful drift and parking directly between the two factions.
Everyone's gaze converged on the newcomer. This person wore a distinctive Z-shaped mask, with long black hair casually tied behind his head, and a striking black earring in his ear.
Ryuzaki Shin sat on the motorcycle, tilting his head to look at Smoky, who was half-kneeling on the ground.
"Not dead yet, are you?"
When Smoky saw Ryuzaki Shin arrive, he inexplicably felt a sense of calm, and his eyes even became a little moist.
He knew Ryuzaki Shin was different from Hiroto.
Hiroto was only here to ask him something.
Ryuzaki Shin, however, was purely here to save him.
Smoky forced a weak smile.
"Still not dead."
After saying this, he coughed violently a few more times, his body going limp as he half-knelt on the ground.
"Hiroto, take him and go. I'll handle things here," Ryuzaki Shin said.
Hiroto gave Ryuzaki Shin a deep look.
His purpose in coming was only to find Smoky, and he originally had no desire to participate in these boring fights.
Since someone was willing to take over, it suited him perfectly.
He immediately stepped forward, helped Smoky up, settled him on the back seat of his motorcycle, and sped away.
After driving for a while, Hiroto asked, "Aren't you worried about that person?"
Smoky leaned against his back, smiling weakly.
"You should be worried about those guys on the other side."
...ICE and Liu Longren watched Hiroto leave and did not stop him.
The other party was also a legendary figure; if he truly wanted to take someone, they couldn't stop him.
Instead, it was this meddling kid in front of them... The members of DOUBT slowly gathered behind the two again.
Liu Longren, holding his blade, pointed at Ryuzaki Shin and asked fiercely, "You're so bold, aren't you going to introduce yourself?"
Ryuzaki Shin elegantly dismounted his motorcycle and bowed slightly to everyone.
"Good afternoon, everyone. My English name is Mr. Z, and my Japanese name is Mr. Z." He paused, then said in standard Chinese, "My Chinese name is, 'Gan Ni Lao Mu.'"
The people on the other side were all confused by this inexplicable introduction.
Ryuzaki Shin shook his head, a look of regret on his face.
"Lack of culture is truly terrifying."
Just then, Liu Longren could no longer hold back. He slashed with his blade, yelling in broken Chinese pronunciation:
"Cao! Ni! Ma!"
Ryuzaki Shin raised an eyebrow.
Oh, a returnee from abroad, huh?
Interesting...
Liu Longren's single strike was heavy and powerful, chopping straight down!
Seeing the blade about to strike him, Ryuzaki Shin didn't dodge. Instead, with an incredibly elegant and nimble movement, he leaped off his motorcycle.
Immediately after, he twisted his waist, and his right arm, like a cannonball fired from a barrel, instantly swelled with muscle. He actually met the gleaming blade with a fierce punch!
This scene utterly bewildered everyone present.
Liu Longren was even more startled: Is this guy crazy? Do you think you're invulnerable?
Even from a distance, ICE's lips curled into a cold smile.
He had initially thought he was some extraordinary figure, but now it seemed he was just a brainless fool.
A cruel glint flashed in Liu Longren's eyes, and he increased the force in his hand by a third. With his broken Chinese, he triumphantly spat out two words:
"Idiot!" he exclaimed.
However, Ryuzaki Shin's face still held that inscrutable smile. His punch didn't slow down, even speeding up slightly, and in an instant, it collided with the sharp blade!
"Clang—!"
A harsh, metallic clang, like clashing weapons, suddenly rang out!
What happened next left everyone dumbfounded.
Ryuzaki Shin's fist was completely unharmed!
In contrast, the steel short sword in Liu Longren's hand, at the moment of contact with the fist, actually snapped in half! With a "smack," half the blade flew off directly!
Liu Longren was instantly stunned. He stared in disbelief at the half-broken hilt in his hand, his mind a blank.
But Ryuzaki Shin's punch didn't pause at all. After shattering the blade, it continued its momentum, landing squarely on Liu Longren's chest!
"Pfft!"
Liu Longren spat out a large mouthful of blood, his body instantly flying backward and crashing heavily against the container behind him.
With a loud "clang," the thick steel container was actually dented with a clear human-shaped impression!
At the same time, the broken blade, still spinning in the air, hadn't yet fallen. Ryuzaki Shin's body spun, his right leg arcing in a swift curve, delivering a powerful spinning kick that precisely struck the side of the broken blade!
"Whoosh—!"
The broken blade changed direction, like a dart shooting out, flying towards the fallen Liu Longren with a sharp whooshing sound!
"Thud!"
Half the blade instantly embedded itself in the container's steel, the hilt still buzzing and vibrating non-stop.
And the sharp tip of the blade was embedded less than an inch from Liu Longren's ear!
Liu Longren's body was stiff; he didn't dare to move a muscle.
In that instant, he was truly terrified.
The chill emanating from the cold blade made all the hairs on his body stand on end.
If that blade had been an inch closer, he had no doubt he would have died right there.
This was the first time in his life he had felt so close to death.
Ryuzaki Shin dusted off his fist, looking at him with a playful expression.
This Liu Longren, he really couldn't be killed.
Besides being a Century Warriors member, he had an even more important identity.
That was the only son of Kowloon Shixin, the true head of the Kowloon Group.
Calling him the Crown Prince of the Kowloon Group was not an exaggeration at all.
It also had to be said that Liu Longren was truly naive.
As a dignified Crown Prince, spending all his time running around with a bunch of hooligans, he really didn't understand the treachery of human hearts.
Since that was the case, he would have to teach him a good lesson in the future.
Liu Longren's identity would play a crucial role in his future plans.
Just then, ICE's figure blocked Ryuzaki Shin's path.
Although his expression showed some surprise, there was no hint of fear.
He eyed Ryuzaki Shin with interest and said, "Hi, Mr. Z, defeat me, and I'll let you go."
Ryuzaki Shin held up a finger and gently wagged it in front of him.
"It's not you letting me go; it's that I'm done playing, and I'll leave on my own."
ICE smiled; he said no more.
The stronger and more arrogant the opponent, the more it ignited his fighting spirit.
He stomped his feet on the ground, and his entire body shot up like a cannonball. While in mid-air, he brought down a heavy and powerful downward punch towards Ryuzaki Shin's head!
Ryuzaki Shin sighed inwardly: In a duel between top experts, control over one's body is crucial.
Why did you jump up for no reason?
Isn't that just making yourself a living target?
Are you used to bullying weaker opponents?
His footwork was agile; instead of retreating, he advanced. The moment that punch was about to land, his body had already cut in below ICE, delivering an incredibly swift Rising Dragon Punch!
"Hadouken!"
Ryuzaki Shin's current physical template, completely fused with Hayashida Megumi and Amber's physical prowess, had already reached a terrifying level of speed and strength.
Even a figure like ICE only saw a blurry afterimage. The next second, he felt a tearing pain in his chin, and his entire body lost balance in mid-air, flying backward uncontrollably!
As ICE was sent flying backward, Ryuzaki Shin's legs pushed off again, leaping high. He arrived first, instantly catching up to ICE!
ICE's pupils suddenly constricted!
But he maintained basic composure, forcefully twisting his body in mid-air, attempting to block.
However, it was too late!
Ryuzaki Shin delivered a high kick, chopping down fiercely between his chest and abdomen!
"Boom!"
ICE's body plummeted rapidly, crashing heavily onto the hard concrete ground!
Cracked lines spread out from beneath him, and shattered stones flew everywhere!
"Cough..."
ICE grimaced in pain, but he still stood up from the shallow crater on the ground, looking at the slowly landing Ryuzaki Shin with a serious expression.
Ryuzaki Shin sighed softly.
Without using weapons, legendary figures were indeed a bit difficult to deal with.
Hayashida Megumi and Amber's physical templates were not superimposed but complemented each other, forming a more perfect state.
But the first factor in entering the legendary realm was physical fitness.
Guys who couldn't take a beating simply weren't worthy of being called legends.
Ryuzaki Shin's purpose in coming here today was not to contend with the Century Warriors.
He just came to casually increase Smoky's favorability.
There was no benefit in defeating the Century Warriors, and a fight with no benefits was utterly meaningless.
At this moment, Ryuzaki Shin looked back at the DOUBT members.
The miscellaneous soldiers who met his gaze, without exception, all took a step back in unison, their eyes filled with fear.
Ryuzaki Shin turned back again, looked at the ready ICE, and shrugged.
"I'm a bit bored. Can I leave now?"
ICE gazed deeply at Ryuzaki Shin, remained silent for a moment, and finally turned sideways, making a "please" gesture.
"Hahaha..."
Ryuzaki Shin laughed heartily and straddled his motorcycle.
He rode up to ICE, stopped, and through his mask, his voice clear, he said:
"Are Zhen Zhu and Bernie's injuries healed? If not, I'll find another opportunity to personally loosen their bones for them."
After saying that, he twisted the throttle and sped away, leaving only an arrogant silhouette.
ICE was first stunned when he heard Ryuzaki Shin's words, then he shook his head and actually smiled.
"What a... powerful bastard."
If Zhen Zhu and Bernie had provoked this unfathomable Mr. Z, then they could only consider themselves unlucky.
After all, he didn't even know how strong the other party was, let alone who he was.
But one thing was certain: the other party was definitely stronger than him.
After all, he couldn't do something as incredible as "fist shattering a blade."
Could this be the legendary kung fu of the great Eastern nation?
After all, that man had just spoken Chinese.
Thinking of this, ICE felt inexplicably annoyed, and he sighed inwardly.
Mr. Z, at first glance, was allied with Smoky and his group.
How did this job he took lead him to provoke such a monster?
Was it really this hard to earn money these days?
He looked back at the cowering DOUBT thugs; these were just waste .
If his brothers really had to face Ryuzaki Shin, they would likely suffer heavy casualties.
The Century Warriors didn't have any hot-blooded notions; bullying weaker opponents was the best. But if there was any life-threatening danger, they would have to weigh their options.
This money, perhaps... not worth earning?
...Ryuzaki Shin rode his motorcycle, quickly leaving the Bay Shore area.
The sun was setting, and the golden afterglow sprinkled on the sea, shimmering.
A gentle breeze blew, ruffling Ryuzaki Shin's long hair behind his head.
When he arrived near Nameless Street, he stopped his motorcycle, took out his phone, and dialed a number.
The phone rang with a "beep-beep" for a long time before the other side slowly picked up.
The moment the call was answered, Ryuzaki Shin's tone was ambiguous.
"Good evening, beautiful police officer..."
On the other end of the phone, there was first a rustling sound, followed by the crisp click of a door closing and locking.
After a while longer, a woman's deliberately lowered, somewhat cool voice finally came through.
"Ryuzaki Shin, what is it?"
Upon hearing this address, Ryuzaki Shin's eyebrows involuntarily twitched, and a playful smile appeared on his lips.
"Officer Saeko, that night when you were in the mood, you kept calling me 'husband.' It's only been a few days, why are you calling me so formally now?"
Saeko on the other end of the phone seemed to imagine his improper appearance at that moment, and her pretty face suddenly flushed.
She quickly covered the receiver, her voice even lower, almost a whisper, but with a hint of reproach.
"I'm at the police station right now. You know what I mean. Be good, listen, don't be temperamental."
Ryuzaki Shin was instantly speechless.
What the heck?
Was she really treating him like a child to be coaxed?
However, he also understood that she was currently at work, and those two sentences earlier were just the usual teasing between lovers.
He put away his joking expression, and his tone became serious: "Alright, let's talk business. I need to see you. Come to Nameless Street now."
Saeko frowned, a hint of difficulty in her voice: "Didn't that incident a while ago cause a huge public outcry? The deputy director of our sub-bureau was made to take the fall. Now, the bureau is nominating me as the next deputy director, and they are conducting an internal political review of me. This is a sensitive period, so it's best if we don't meet. After a while, I'll make it up to you properly."
Ryuzaki Shin was completely speechless.
What's going on?
In his woman's eyes, was he really just an animal who thought with his lower body?
He sighed, and said helplessly: "Saeko, where did your thoughts go? Call everyone from your police station. I want to give you another great achievement to further boost your promotion…"
...An hour later, by the temporary police cordon on the outskirts of Nameless Street.
Kirisawa Jin quickly walked up to Ryuzaki Shin and handed him a neatly ironed black suit jacket and a dark blue tie.
Ryuzaki Shin took the clothes, slowly put on the jacket, and then carefully tied his tie while looking at the rearview mirror of a car by the roadside.
Not far away, several media personnel with "Toyaru Daily News" press cards were waiting. Kirisawa Jin was whispering something to them, seemingly explaining the details of the interview.
Ryuzaki Shin looked at his neat and smooth suit, feeling it still wasn't enough.
He thought for a moment, bent down, grabbed a handful of dust from the ground, and nonchalantly smeared it on his expensive suit and face.
After doing all this, he looked as if he had just escaped from a fierce rescue operation, with a touch of dishevelment and fatigue.
The female reporter from Toyaru Daily News, looking at the handsome man from afar, felt her heart pound: So handsome… Ryuzaki Shin was already not ugly, and with the added bonus of the system's charm, at this moment, he could only be described as several times more handsome than Daniel Wu on screen.
Ryuzaki Shin tidied his appearance one last time in the mirror, then turned around and gave the female reporter a gentle and polite smile.
"Madam, we can begin."
The young female reporter snapped out of it, her face flushing slightly, but she quickly regained her professional demeanor.
She and the photographer stepped forward together, holding the microphone out to Ryuzaki Shin.
"Hello, Mr. Z, we are reporters from Toyaru Daily News. Regarding the sudden fire in Nameless Street, as the entrepreneur who arrived at the scene first and organized the rescue, what are your thoughts?"
Ryuzaki Shin's expression became heavy. He glanced at the still-smoking ruins behind him and spoke in a low voice.
"I have no thoughts, only heartache. This was the home of thousands of people, and overnight, it was reduced to ashes. I saw the homeless women and children, their eyes filled with fear and bewilderment, and I feel very distressed."
The female reporter keenly caught the emotion in his words and pressed on: "We understand that after the fire, you immediately provided a large amount of supplies and manpower for aid, including setting up tents, providing food, and medical assistance. What prompted you to make such a swift decision?"
Ryuzaki Shin shook his head, a wry smile on his face: "This wasn't a decision, but an instinct. As an entrepreneur in this area, I merely did what I should do, contributing my humble effort."
His words were sincere, his demeanor earnest, making people instinctively feel good about him.
The female reporter nodded, a hint of admiration in her eyes: "Mr. Ryuzaki, your benevolence is admirable. Do you have any plans for the future reconstruction of Nameless Street? Will you continue to provide assistance?"
Ryuzaki Shin did not hesitate at all, stating unequivocally: "Of course! As long as the residents of Nameless Street need help, we will always be their strongest backing. I have already contacted relevant construction companies and charitable foundations. We will jointly fund and help them rebuild their homes. I promise everyone that the future Nameless Street will only be better than before."
Just as the female reporter was about to ask her next question, a striking figure suddenly stood beside Ryuzaki Shin, cleverly separating him from the female reporter by a short distance.
It was Saeko.
She had actually arrived a while ago, and the police she brought had already entered Nameless Street to conduct on-site investigations and collect evidence.
To avoid suspicion, Saeko had not originally intended to openly interact with Ryuzaki Shin.
However, when she saw Ryuzaki Shin and this somewhat attractive female reporter "exchanging glances," she inexplicably felt a surge of displeasure, so she walked straight over.
Seeing Saeko's possessive gesture, Ryuzaki Shin immediately understood what was going on.
He inexplicably chuckled to himself, then proactively addressed the reporter:
"You should recognize this person. She is Officer Saeko, the most courageous female police officer in Toyaru. I've said all I need to say; everyone should listen to the official statement now."
After saying this, Ryuzaki Shin politely nodded to Saeko and the reporter, then turned and left the center of the interview.
The female reporter knew what was important. Although she felt a little disappointed that she didn't get a chance to get the contact information of this excellent man, the news at hand was more important.
She immediately turned the microphone to Saeko: "Hello, Officer Saeko! Does the police have any preliminary conclusions regarding this sudden disaster?"
Saeko's expression instantly became serious and professional as she faced the camera.
"After our preliminary police investigation, we can basically conclude that this disaster was not an accident, but a deliberate arson, extremely heinous in nature! Furthermore, during our recent interviews and investigations, we discovered that many people are still missing after the fire. We have reason to suspect that they may have been abducted amidst the chaos."
"What?!" The female reporter looked surprised, followed by unconcealed excitement.
This was a sensational news story!
She immediately cast aside her slight disappointment regarding Ryuzaki Shin and sternly pressed on.
"Officer Saeko! Are you saying that this could be a premeditated malicious criminal incident involving both arson and kidnapping? What specific action plan does the police have next?"
Saeko faced the camera, her demeanor solemn, and spoke with forceful clarity:
"I am personally deeply saddened by such a heinous act of violence! I solemnly promise all citizens of Toyaru that our police will never let any criminal go unpunished! We will uncover the truth within two days, bring all involved parties to justice, and provide an explanation to all victims!"
Her words were full of righteous official presence, and they instilled confidence in the public.
After the interview, Saeko looked into the crowd but did not find Ryuzaki Shin.
She pouted and then turned back to her police car.
Saeko had just opened the car door, sat in the driver's seat, and fastened her seatbelt.
Suddenly, in the back seat of the car, a figure slowly sat up!
Before Saeko could react, she was dragged into the back seat by a strong hand through the gap between the driver's and passenger's seats…
Saeko was pulled into the back row with a rough force, her body crashing into a firm embrace.
Just as she was about to struggle, her nose caught a scent that was all too familiar.
Looking closely, wasn't this her man?
She was about to open her mouth and complain about his elusive behavior, but he lowered his head and sealed her lips with a kiss.
A dominant and aggressive kiss instantly stole all her breath and thoughts.
Ryuzaki Shin's tongue pried open her teeth, plundering her mouth wantonly.
It wasn't until Saeko felt like she was suffocating, her body going soft, and felt Ryuzaki Shin igniting her all over, that she used the last of her strength to push him away.
"Enough…" Saeko panted, her pretty face flushed, and she gave him an annoyed glare, "Don't you see what kind of occasion this is? Don't be so…"
Ryuzaki Shin also knew his limits and did not continue to pester her. He simply released her hand, a triumphant smile on his face, and looked at her tenderly.
"I just… missed you a little."
Occasionally expressing one's longing and affection for a woman directly can avoid many unnecessary troubles.
Especially now, to be a qualified master of time management, this point is even more crucial—this was Ryuzaki Shin's experience.
Upon hearing these words, the annoyance in Saeko's eyes immediately turned into tenderness.
She reached up to tidy her disheveled collar, looked into Ryuzaki Shin's eyes, and softly said:
"Shin, I miss you a lot too."
Seeing her emotional expression, Ryuzaki Shin thought for a moment and decided to quickly get to the main topic.
He was very busy with the matters at hand.
He put away his smile, and his tone became serious: "Tomorrow night, you get ready. I will wipe out DOUBT—the mastermind behind this arson incident—in the Wangan area. At that time, you bring your people over and take over the scene."
Hearing the name "DOUBT," Saeko's brows furrowed tightly.
Ryuzaki Shin looked at her troubled expression and asked, "Is there a problem?"
If there was a problem, there certainly was.
Saeko's precinct was in the South City District, while the Wangan area, where DOUBT was entrenched, was within the jurisdiction of the East City District.
This would inevitably involve cross-district law enforcement.
However, Saeko only hesitated for a moment.
If she were to follow the proper procedures and communicate with the East City District police station to apply for a joint operation, the entire process would take who knows how long.
Furthermore, she had long heard that the political structure of the East City District had been largely corrupted by the Kowloon Group, so who knew what variables might arise.
Forget it, never mind!
Tomorrow, she would just catch the people first, and deal with the rest later.
Her man had already paved the way for her to this extent.
If she needed to be spoon-fed even to eat, that would be too much.
Thinking of this, Saeko smiled brightly and shook her head.
"It's nothing. I'll be there on time tomorrow."
Just then, the walkie-talkie on Saeko's waist crackled.
Saeko picked up the walkie-talkie, listened for a few moments, then said to Ryuzaki Shin, "It's time to gather the team. Once my promotion is finalized, I'll definitely spend some quality time with you."
After speaking, she leaned forward and lightly kissed Ryuzaki Shin's lips.
Ryuzaki Shin did not linger either. He turned and got out of the car, his figure quickly rejoining the chaotic crowd of Nameless Street… Deep within Nameless Street, in a hidden gathering place that RUDE BOYS usually used for meetings.
A white-haired doctor in a white coat was using a needle and thread to stitch up the terrifying gash on Smoky's back, who was lying prone on a wooden bed.
Smoky gripped the iron railing of the bed tightly, the veins on his arms bulging from the excessive force.
He was drenched in sweat, soaking the sheets beneath him, seemingly without any anesthetic.
Every RUDE BOYS member present held their breath, watching the scene nervously.
La La stood by, asking softly with a worried expression, "Is this person really reliable?"
Amemiya Hiroto, who had been silent, glanced at her indifferently.
"This is an underground doctor I frequent. His skills are very reliable."
Finally, the last stitch was completed.
The doctor cut the suture, and Smoky, exhausted, completely fainted.
Seeing that everything was over, Hiroto did not linger and walked straight out the door.
La La saw Hiroto's retreating back, thought for a moment, and followed him out.
La La jogged to catch up with Hiroto and called out to him.
"Hey, Hiroto! Thank you!"
Hiroto turned to the side, looking at the strong girl in front of him.
He took out a thick roll of banknotes from his pocket, without saying any unnecessary words.
"Take this. Smoky needs it now. When he wakes up, remember to contact me."
Hiroto saw that La La had no intention of accepting it, so he stepped forward and unceremoniously shoved the roll of money into her hand, then turned and left.
However, Hiroto hadn't walked two steps.
"Screech—!"
Suddenly, a black van roared out from a nearby corner!
With a smooth and precise drift, it swung its tail and blocked La La's path!
During the drift, the van's side door was suddenly pulled open!
A man in black reached out, grabbed La La, who hadn't even reacted yet, embraced her, and roughly pulled her into the car!
Immediately after, the driver slammed on the accelerator, and the van roared away!
As the van passed by Hiroto, the driver's side window slowly rolled down.
The driver—Hirai, the second-in-command of DOUBT—even stuck out his tongue at Hiroto, making a provocative grimace.
No matter how strong Hiroto was, he was not Superman. He couldn't catch up to a speeding car.
He could only stop, his face icy cold, watching the vehicle disappear at the end of the street.
Hiroto
Just then, a motorcycle stopped behind him, and a voice with a hint of playfulness came from it.
"Tsk tsk, a beautiful girl just got abducted by a bunch of thugs. Don't you want to stage a heroic rescue?"
Hiroto coldly stared at the mysterious man in the Z-shaped mask, feeling a touch of doubt in his heart.
He was certain he had never seen this person before.
However, his strength should not be underestimated.
After all, to escape the encirclement of those scumbags from DOUBT completely unharmed, looking perfectly fine and without a scratch, he definitely had some skills.
But Hiroto was naturally taciturn and a man of few words.
He really had no interest in chatting with people he wasn't familiar with.
So, he merely glanced at Ryuzaki Shin, then turned around without a word and returned to the room where Smoky had been.
Ryuzaki Shin, seeing this, didn't feel awkward.
That was just the other party's personality, and he had more important things to do at the moment.
He pushed open the simple wooden door and entered the room.
Inside the room, Smoky was surprisingly already awake.
He was sitting up in bed, his back heavily bandaged, his face as pale as a sheet, but his eyes were exceptionally clear.
It had to be said, this guy's willpower was truly something.
But what truly surprised Ryuzaki Shin wasn't Smoky, but the person who was treating Smoky—it was Akutsu.
Akutsu was unhurriedly tidying up his blood-stained surgical tools, and seeing Ryuzaki Shin enter, there was no surprise on his face.
He merely gestured to Ryuzaki Shin, indicating he would wait for him outside, then picked up his toolbox and turned to leave the room on his own.
Ryuzaki Shin shook his head; this old geezer really was everywhere.
He'd have to see what kind of trick he was up to when he went out later.
He pulled his thoughts back, walked to Smoky's bedside, pulled up a chair, and sat down, his tone carrying a hint of unconcealed schadenfreude.
"Smoky, why is your life so unlucky? Your lovely sister was just kidnapped by the people from DOUBT again."
"What?!"
Upon hearing this, Smoky reacted as if electrocuted, suddenly trying to force himself to sit up.
A fellow RUDE BOYS member nearby quickly stepped forward to support him.
Smoky stared intently at Ryuzaki Shin, his eyes filled with anxiety and pleading.
"Can you... go save her?"
Ryuzaki Shin calmly stood up, his hands in his pockets, looking down at him.
"Is this a request, or a deal?"
Smoky coughed violently twice at the words, a trace of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.
He gasped, struggling to force a smile.
"You're joking, this isn't a request, nor a deal, we... are friends, aren't we?"
Ryuzaki Shin gazed deeply into Smoky's eyes, those once cold and aloof eyes now filled with sincerity.
He was silent for a moment, then let out a self-deprecating laugh.
"The word 'friend' coming from your mouth is truly rare."
He waved his hand, "Alright, alright, don't look at me with those aggrieved eyes. I'll help with this."
Upon hearing Ryuzaki Shin's promise, Smoky's tense nerves immediately relaxed.
A rare, genuine smile appeared on his face.
"When you return, I'll hand everything over to you, whether you... succeed or not... This was something I had already decided earlier..."
Before he could finish, Smoky began coughing violently again, blood rapidly seeping from the bandages on his back, staining a large area.
Immediately after, his vision went black, and he completely fainted.
Ryuzaki Shin stepped forward, checked his breath, then turned to the worried RUDE BOYS members around him and said:
"Someone will take him to a proper hospital for follow-up treatment later, you don't need to worry too much."
Then, he changed the subject, his eyes instantly becoming sharp.
"You all heard what Smoky said just now. From now on, everything in Nameless Street will unconditionally cooperate with me."
After saying this, he no longer looked at the RUDE BOYS members who were exchanging glances, but turned directly and left the small room.
Outside, Akutsu was leaning against Ryuzaki Shin's motorcycle, holding an exquisite small metal flask, leisurely sipping his drink.
Seeing Ryuzaki Shin come out, he smiled and raised his flask in a gesture.
"Ryuzaki-kun, long time no see."
Ryuzaki Shin was in a rather good mood now.
Nameless Street could now be considered his territory.
As for completely annihilating DOUBT and rescuing La La, it was just a matter of convenience.
Anyway, everything tonight was something he had instructed Amber to do.
With this, the entire South City District was basically already his for the taking.
Now, he could truly be said to have established a firm foothold in Toyaru.
"Brother Akutsu, I've been missing you terribly too," Ryuzaki Shin walked over to him, leaned against the bike, and teased, "Brother, do you really need to earn even this small amount of money?"
He was naturally referring to Akutsu, a famous underground black market dealer in Toyaru, still taking on small jobs like stitching up wounds.
Akutsu understood the meaning behind Ryuzaki Shin's words and didn't shy away, smiling frankly.
"Treating people is my old profession. After all, many times, those of us who walk this path can't openly go to a hospital. It was a coincidence in the past that I met the Amamiya Brothers. He called me, and so I came. It's not about how much money I make; consider it my personal hobby."
Ryuzaki Shin couldn't help but smile at his words.
This old fellow, you have to admit, he's quite interesting, and somehow a little cute.
Ryuzaki Shin smiled and said, "Brother, you know I've been a bit busy lately. We can sit down and chat when we have time. You specifically waited for me here, it's not just to reminisce, is it?"
Akutsu, hearing this, also put away his playful expression.
"That's why I say I like you; you have a drive that us old guys don't."
He praised, then pulled out a thick kraft paper envelope from his embrace.
"Amber, the one you've been dealing with recently, has a backer named Li. Here is all his information."
He handed the envelope to Ryuzaki Shin, a glint flashing in his eyes, "Are you interested in cooperating with me, Brother, to take this person down?"
Ryuzaki Shin raised an eyebrow, looking at Akutsu.
This information, he had to say, came at just the right time.
And from his tone, it seemed he didn't know that he had already been secretly investigating Li.
Presumably, when Li first arrived in South City, this local boss already knew the news and had been keeping an eye on him ever since.
Coming to him now, he probably felt that his own strength wasn't enough, so he was seeking cooperation.
Ryuzaki Shin lit a cigarette for himself, took a deep puff, and did not immediately take the document bag from Akutsu's hand.
Cooperating with Akutsu meant that a portion of the profits would have to be shared.
But the advantage was that the other party was a local boss and could provide him with a lot of convenience and help.
As for Kirisawa Jin... even if he were to investigate Li, with the True Dragon Society's current intelligence structure, the information he found would probably not be as comprehensive as what Akutsu had.
Ryuzaki Shin thought for a moment, then finally reached out and took the document bag.
"How could I refuse Brother's kindness?"
Akutsu's face immediately broke into a smile when he saw him take the information.
He picked up the small flask and took another sip.
How could he not see what Ryuzaki Shin was thinking?
It was nothing more than the issue of profit distribution.
Akutsu smiled and laid out his conditions.
"Ryuzaki-kun, don't worry, I'll only take what I want at that time; everything else is yours, including all the money they bring."
He paused, then continued, "After all, you're doing most of the work. It's only fair that you take the lion's share and I take a few trinkets."
Ryuzaki Shin nodded at his words.
Akutsu was indeed a qualified businessman.
With things said to this extent, he had no reason to refuse anymore.
After all, the man had already said he didn't want money.
And money, for him right now, was the most important thing.
Ryuzaki Shin smiled and extended his hand; Akutsu also understood and reached out, shaking his hand firmly.
"Pleasure working with you..."
After a firm handshake, Akutsu released his grip and turned to leave.
Ryuzaki Shin watched his relaxed demeanor and kindly reminded him, "Brother, you've been drinking. Shall I have someone take you back?"
Akutsu merely smiled at that.
Just then, a low, powerful engine sound approached, and a black sedan pulled up in front of Akutsu.
"See? My ride's here," Akutsu said, opening the car door, waving back at Ryuzaki Shin, then got in and drove away.
Ryuzaki Shin watched the sedan disappear into the night before slowly opening the brown paper envelope in his hand.
He quickly scanned the information inside, using the dim light of a streetlamp.
After just a brief read-through, he had a general understanding of the man named Li.
The most crucial point in the document was that Li's family's main business in the Sakura Country (Japan)'s underworld was surprisingly arms dealing.
At that time, in the Sakura Country (Japan), they even had intricate connections with a large military-industrial enterprise, capable of obtaining standardized weapons that were completely unavailable on the open market.
This was quite interesting.
Ryuzaki Shin had, in fact, always wanted to equip his True Dragon Society with high-grade military weaponry.
After all, he was ultimately up against a behemoth like the Kowloon Group.
They even possessed powerful weapons like sniper rifles.
Even if Sakura Country (Japan) had very strict gun control, having certain things but not using them was entirely different from not having them at all.
The significance of strategic deterrence always outweighed actual combat.
This discovery added another layer of consideration to Ryuzaki Shin's original plan.
Originally, his idea was simple: directly raid, capture the Li family father and son, then use certain methods to force them to reveal the location of their hidden assets and drain their cash flow.
However, after learning that the other party had an arms channel, Ryuzaki Shin no longer thought that way.
The plan needed to change.
He would first trick a large batch of arms from the other party, thoroughly exploit all their value, and then send the father and son on their way.
While Ryuzaki Shin was deep in thought, Amemiya Hiroto also emerged from Smoky's house.
His reason for visiting Smoky this time was simple.
Smoky had a connection to his older brother, Amemiya Tatsuya.
For years, he had been searching far and wide for his brother's whereabouts.
However, the damned Smoky had passed out again.
Everything would have to wait until he woke up.
Amemiya Hiroto started his motorcycle, the engine emitting a low rumble, and was about to leave.
Just then, Ryuzaki Shin's voice softly echoed from behind him.
"Amemiya Tatsuya, he's probably close to death."
Upon hearing this, Amemiya Hiroto's movements instantly froze!
He abruptly killed the motorcycle's engine, swung his long leg over, and dismounted.
He turned and walked a few steps to stand before Ryuzaki Shin, his sharp eyes fixed intently on him.
"What exactly do you know?"
Seeing this, Ryuzaki Shin merely slowly raised his head and smiled.
"That's not how you ask for a favor."
Amemiya Hiroto's fists instantly clenched, his knuckles cracking from the excessive force.
The air was filled with a tense, almost solidified atmosphere.
Ryuzaki Shin slowly straightened his body.
If the other party truly wanted a beating, he wouldn't mind stretching his muscles and giving him a good lesson.
But unexpectedly, Amemiya Hiroto's clenched fists eventually slowly relaxed.
He took a deep breath, his tone softening considerably, even carrying a hint of pleading.
"If you truly know my brother's whereabouts, please tell me. I can do anything for you."
Ryuzaki Shin raised an eyebrow at that.
This was a bit different from the script he had envisioned.
However, Ryuzaki Shin had never intended to use this information to threaten Hiroto into working for him.
Hiroto, as a legendary figure, was also a man of deep loyalty and righteousness, with his own bottom line and principles.
Such a person was one of those he absolutely had to win over for his future plans.
But using coercion to make him work for him...
Firstly, it wouldn't be a long-term solution; secondly, it would also be a bit demeaning.
After all, to win over a person, you must first win their heart.
Ryuzaki Shin pulled out a pen and a sticky note from his pocket, quickly wrote down his phone number, and handed it to Hiroto.
"This is my number. If you have any difficulties, you can call me anytime."
He paused, then continued, "Takeru is safe for now, you don't need to worry. He and I have the same goal, and I won't let anything happen to him, rest assured."
"When the time is right, I will contact you and take you to see Takeru."
Having said all this, Ryuzaki Shin said no more, turned, mounted his motorcycle, started it, and disappeared into the night.
Hiroto stood rooted to the spot, watching the direction Ryuzaki Shin had left, unmoving for a long time.
He felt that this mysterious man would not lie about such a matter.
He simply put away the note with the phone number, a glimmer of hope rekindled in his heart... The next day, Monday.
Hayashida Megumi arrived at the True Dragon Dojo early, as usual.
The previous two days were Saturday and Sunday, and the dojo was closed as usual.
Hayashida Megumi, when alone, had always been oblivious to outside affairs.
Furthermore, his residence was quite far from Nameless Street, so he had no idea what earth-shattering events had occurred on Nameless Street over the past two days.
He just found it strange why there were suddenly so many disaster relief tents on the street.
Hayashida Megumi shook his head, no longer thinking about it.
He began preparing the dojo for opening, wiping down equipment and cleaning.
After a while, he glanced at the clock on the wall; it was already nine o'clock.
Usually by this time, the children should have already started arriving one after another.
Why was it that today, not a single child was in sight?
Just as he was feeling puzzled, a small head poked through the dojo entrance.
Hayashida Megumi's face broke into a smile.
This girl was one of the dojo's first students, and Hayashida Megumi was quite fond of her.
She was not only diligent in her boxing practice but also very talented.
Therefore, Hayashida Megumi affectionately called her "Little Sakura-chan."
He walked over with a smile and squatted down.
"Little Sakura-chan, you're not on time today, are you?"
Little Sakura-chan, usually lively and cheerful, was looking down today, not daring to meet Hayashida Megumi's eyes.
"Coach... maybe... I can't come anymore."
Hayashida Megumi's heart sank when he heard a hint of a sob in Little Sakura-chan's voice, and he quickly reached out to steady her shoulders.
He saw that Little Sakura-chan's eyes were already brimming with tears.
Hayashida Megumi immediately said in a flustered tone, "Little Sakura-chan, don't cry. Tell Coach if you have any difficulties, Coach will help you solve them."
Seeing Hayashida Megumi's concerned gaze, Little Sakura-chan could no longer hold back and suddenly threw herself into Hayashida Megumi's arms, crying loudly.
"Mommy was taken away by bad guys... my little brother is also hurt... I'm so scared... Wuwuwu..."
Little Sakura-chan cried heartbreakingly in Hayashida Megumi's arms.
Hayashida Megumi gently patted Little Sakura-chan's back, and after the child's emotions slowly stabilized a bit, he said gently,
"Little Sakura-chan, what exactly happened? Tell Coach, maybe I can help you."
Little Sakura-chan sniffled and haltingly told Hayashida Megumi about what had happened on Nameless Street.
The more Hayashida Megumi listened, the colder his heart grew.
No wonder the children hadn't come to class.
Most likely, either something had happened to their families, or they had been abducted by those scumbags.
His time spent with the children had long softened Hayashida Megumi's reclusive and cold heart.
These innocent children were like rays of sunshine, illuminating his gloomy world, making him feel the warmth of humanity and responsibility once again.
At this moment, Hayashida Megumi suddenly clenched his fists.
Hayashida Megumi thought of that man; he must have a way!
He carefully wiped away Little Sakura-chan's tears, forced a smile, and said,
"Don't be scared, Little Sakura-chan. Coach will definitely bring your mommy back. You can just come to class with peace of mind from now on."
Little Sakura-chan pitifully looked up, sobbing as she asked, "Coach... really?"
Hayashida Megumi nodded heavily, then pulled out a wad of banknotes from his pocket and, without explanation, pushed them into Little Sakura-chan's hand.
"Take this money, no refusing. Go buy yourself something good to eat, and take good care of your little brother. Coach promises, I will bring your family back very soon!"
Just then, applause came from the doorway.
"What a touching scene, big guy. The boss has an operation tonight, do you want to come along?"
Hayashida Megumi looked up and saw that standing at the doorway was none other than the assistant coach who was always inconsistent, Murayama Yoshiki...
Night fell.
Bayside Area, DOUBT's secret gathering place.
Amber stood alone on a high platform, the dim light stretching his shadow long.
Amber
He deliberately put on a fierce and cold expression, his gaze sweeping over the dense crowd below.
"I received news that the True Dragon Society will come knocking tonight."
His voice echoed in the empty room.
"Damn idiots! We clearly didn't touch their True Dragon Society's territory, yet they still dare to come to us! Since they're seeking death, then they can't blame us!"
Amber's eyes were burning, like a raging fire, looking at every member of DOUBT and Century Warriors below.
Amber
"Tonight, we'll completely wipe them out!"
After saying this, he suddenly waved his hand.
The crowd below immediately erupted in a thunderous roar, then turned and surged out of the room.
Watching them leave, the ferocity on Amber's face instantly receded.
He slowly took out his phone, his thumb quickly tapping the screen a few times, sending a text message.
[Everything is ready. Now it's time for your performance.]
...Ten minutes later, another abandoned container terminal in the Bayside Area.
The Century Warriors members stood at the very front, their expressions varied.
Behind them followed four to five hundred DOUBT members, armed with steel pipes and crowbars, a dense mass of people.
This time, it was a full-scale attack by DOUBT.
Amber had analyzed for them that the True Dragon Society was currently the strongest emerging force in the S.W.O.R.D. District, and if they defeated them, the entire S.W.O.R.D. District would be theirs for the taking.
Therefore, this battle was the decisive one.
Everyone had come out in full force, prepared to achieve victory in one fell swoop.
ICE stood at the very front of the team, his hands in his pockets, but his expression was somewhat unnatural, his eyes occasionally glancing towards the dark entrance in the distance.
Sara, standing beside him, keenly noticed his abnormality.
"ICE, what's wrong? You look a bit..."
"It's nothing." ICE directly interrupted Sara, then waved his hand.
All the Century Warriors members immediately gathered around him.
However, Liu Longren was not in the team tonight.
After taking that powerful punch from Ryuzaki Shin yesterday, he seemed to have been genuinely frightened, and went straight back home to his mother.
ICE lowered his voice, quickly giving instructions in a volume only they could hear.
"Be smart later, listen to my instructions. If the situation isn't right, retreat immediately, don't prolong the fight."
Zhen Zhu, hearing this, frowned, somewhat dismissively.
"ICE, it's just dealing with a newly risen True Dragon Society. No need to be so nervous, right?"
ICE turned his head and gave Zhen Zhu a cold glance.
Brother, your chest injury isn't fully healed yet, so don't try to act tough here.
Do you even know who inflicted your injury?
If that perverted man called Mr. Z is with the True Dragon Society, I'm afraid even if we earn this money, we won't live to spend it.
But ICE didn't have time to explain all that now.
He just said in an undeniable tone:
"Stop talking nonsense, listen to me."
The group from MIGHTY WARRIORS, seeing that ICE wasn't joking, quieted down.
They had never seen ICE look so serious before.
Everyone stopped speaking.
After all, as the team's brain, ICE had never made a wrong decision.
However, everyone's expressions became somewhat solemn.
Just then!
"Boom—Boom—"
A dull and violent roar of engines suddenly came from a distance!
Immediately after, ten heavy-duty trucks, all black and like steel behemoths, brutally charged into the container terminal!
These trucks lined up neatly side by side, appearing before everyone like an insurmountable black city wall.
All the truck headlights were on!
The dazzling bright light instantly illuminated the entire terminal, making it impossible to open one's eyes!
After a brief moment of glare, the headlights all simultaneously turned off.
On the front of each large truck hung a large black flag fluttering in the wind, with a golden giant dragon on the flag, baring its fangs and claws, vividly lifelike.
"Bang!"
The side panels of the ten large trucks simultaneously made a loud noise, and the tailgates dropped, revealing the figures standing upright inside.
A group of True Dragon Society members, dressed in unified black combat suits and tactical masks, walked out of the truck compartments with synchronized movements.
Their steps were steady, the entire scene was orderly, exuding a chilling sense of discipline.
At a glance, there were at least four hundred people!
After these people lined up, a passage neatly opened in the middle of their orderly formation.
Five figures slowly walked out from it.
Leading the way was Ryuzaki Shin.
To his left were the expressionless Hayashida Megumi and the excited, eager-to-fight Murayama.
And tightly beside him on his right, surprisingly, was Junko, dressed in a black tight-fitting outfit.
He didn't know where this girl had heard that he was going to fight tonight, insisting on pestering him to come along.
Ryuzaki Shin really had no choice but to bring her.
Anyway, with Junko's terrifying combat power, he wasn't afraid of anything happening to her.
Beside Junko was the Martial Dragon General, Ishida Goro, whose build was like an iron tower.
Murayama looked at the silent Hayashida Megumi beside him and couldn't help but tease, "I thought you'd be cooped up in that little boxing gym for the rest of your life and never come out."
Hayashida Megumi still had that expressionless look, but seeing the tense scene before him, for some reason, he felt the blood in his veins also beginning to slightly boil.
"Don't misunderstand, I just don't want those children to get hurt anymore. Protecting the children is our duty as coaches."
Murayama, hearing this, shook his head helplessly and stopped speaking.
Just then, ICE on the opposite side saw that the leader of the opposing team was not the man with the Z-mask from his memory, and he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
As long as it wasn't that pervert Mr. Z, it was fine.
He instantly regained his confidence, and his whole demeanor became arrogant again.
ICE spread his arms and shouted loudly in his rap-rhythm tone:
"Are you ready everybody?!"
After ICE finished speaking, Zhen Zhu and Bernie behind him immediately became excited as if they had been injected with stimulants, starting to dance wildly and hum strange rap tunes.
Meanwhile, Sara slowly twisted her slender neck, producing a crisp "crack" sound.
Sara
Her eyes gleamed with a bloodthirsty light as she surveyed the True Dragon Society members opposite her with interest, as if examining a group of prey about to be torn apart.
"Let's go!"
ICE abruptly raised his arm and swung it down!
As soon as his words fell, the four to five hundred DOUBT members behind him, like a flood gate opening, let out earth-shattering roars towards the True Dragon Society members and charged madly!
ICE
The entire abandoned dock trembled slightly from this violent sound wave!
Ryuzaki Shin looked at their aggressive charge, his face showing no ripple of emotion.
He unhurriedly lit a cigarette, took a deep puff, and then said calmly to General Ishida Goro beside him:
"Goro, that's enough. Let's finish this quickly."
"Yes!"
General Ishida Goro nodded heavily.
He took a few steps forward, his tall and burly figure, like an iron tower, standing at the very front of the line.
Ishida Goro suddenly raised his right fist!
With this action, all the True Dragon Society members behind him, in a synchronized movement, pulled up their black tactical masks, revealing only pairs of cold and resolute eyes.
Then, everyone flicked their wrists with one hand!
"Swish—!"
The sound of hundreds of extendable batons unsheathing simultaneously converged into a neat and sharp metallic clang, piercing the night sky!
Ryuzaki Shin had specifically instructed before coming that all these people would eventually be handed over to the police tonight.
If anyone actually died, it might cause other unnecessary trouble.
After all, the Bay Area was not the True Dragon Society's territory, making it impossible to cover up silently.
Therefore, tonight's battle would focus on severely injuring and dismantling the opponent's fighting capability.
And the extendable baton was undoubtedly the most suitable weapon.
This weapon could inflict significant blunt force trauma, incapacitating people, yet it was not as lethal as knives, making it very suitable for large-scale brawls.
The next moment, General Ishida Goro's clenched fist suddenly swung down!
The four hundred True Dragon Society members, like a black giant beast awakening, rushed towards the opponents with synchronized steps!
The two black tides collided fiercely a few seconds later!
"Thump! Thump! Thump!"
The first wave of collision had no technique whatsoever; it was a complete, primal physical impact!
The front row of the True Dragon Society consisted entirely of burly and robust tough guys selected from Suzuran.
This time, the head-on collision between the front rows of the two groups resulted in a one-sided crushing!
DOUBT's seemingly fierce front row was directly knocked backward by an irresistible immense force the moment of contact!
Immediately after, like dominoes, rows upon rows of people fell backward in unison!
There was even the crisp sound of bones breaking in the air!
"Ah—!"
"My leg!"
A group of people lay on the ground, wailing miserably.
This was the result of the True Dragon Society's "hellish" devil training!
These DOUBT members, to put it bluntly, were just a group of disorganized thugs and hooligans.
They spent their days drinking or womanizing, their bodies long hollowed out by alcohol and lust.
Meanwhile, these core combat members of the True Dragon Society were currently all monsters from Suzuran; those from Oya High could only be considered reserves for now, not even qualified to enter the field.
Suzuran people's physical fitness was already monstrously strong.
Not to mention, they had been trained for so long under General Ishida Goro's abnormal training methods.
Now, they were all top-notch war machines.
The next moment, the front-row members of the True Dragon Society, after knocking down their opponents, instantly squatted down in unison!
The people behind them stomped on their comrades' broad shoulders in the front row, using the force to leap up!
Hundreds of figures soared into the air, their extendable batons glinting with cold metallic luster under the spotlight.
Immediately after, they swung their arms in unison, smashing the extendable batons in their hands fiercely onto the heads of the unsuspecting DOUBT members below!
"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"
Dull thudding sounds rang out densely, accompanied by the muffled crunch of fracturing skulls!
Blood, like blooming red lotuses, instantly stained the ground!
In one encounter, a large number of DOUBT members fell, bleeding from their heads, screaming incessantly.
The MIGHTY WARRIORS group was originally strolling leisurely behind, preparing to enter the fray and reap after their subordinates had worn down the enemy.
However, ICE saw that these DOUBT guys were routed and disorganized after just one encounter with the True Dragon Society members, and he immediately cursed inwardly: A bunch of trash!
Both were gangster organizations, but the disparity in combat power was too great.
No wonder the True Dragon Society was able to dominate most of the S.W.O.R.D area in such a short time and dared to openly provoke in the Bay Area.
They indeed had the strength!
ICE stretched, and his bones let out a series of "crackling" sounds.
"Bros, it's our turn to go on stage."
The Century Warriors all showed bloodthirsty smiles upon hearing ICE's words.
The group, like tigers descending from the mountain, instantly charged into the chaotic battlefield.
Sara's petite figure appeared exceptionally agile on the battlefield.
As soon as she entered the battlefield, a True Dragon Society member noticed her, frowning.
"A woman? You must have been captured by DOUBT people, quickly run to the rear of our True Dragon Society, it's dangerous here!"
However, upon hearing this, Sara's lips curled into a cruel smile, and she raised an eyebrow.
"Stupid!"
The True Dragon Society member was a bit confused: A foreign girl?
He was about to use gestures to communicate with Sara, urging her to leave quickly.
Sara moved!
She delivered an incredibly swift high kick, her heel whistling sharply as it fiercely struck the member's neck!
The man didn't even have time to react; his vision went black, and he fainted directly.
Other True Dragon Society members nearby saw this scene, and their gazes immediately turned cold.
Without a word, they immediately changed their attack direction and aggressively charged towards Sara!
This action by the opponent had already made them realize that she was also an enemy!
General Ishida Goro had said that on the battlefield, any appearance can deceive you!
As long as the opponent is an enemy, even if they are unarmed women or children, never show mercy!
Facing the two who surrounded her, Sara not only didn't retreat but sneered and charged towards them!
She suddenly delivered an aerial flying kick, her slender legs drawing graceful arcs in the air, precisely hitting both men in the chest!
The two men were sent flying backward!
After landing, Sara's figure didn't pause at all and continued to rush deeper into the battlefield.
On the other side, Zhen Zhu and Bernie, like two sharp daggers, rampaged through the battlefield.
Zhen Zhu was agile, always dodging attacks and then striking enemies' vital points with his fists.
Bernie, on the other hand, fought with wide, sweeping movements, each punch powerful and heavy.
One attacked, one defended, one fast, one slow, they coordinated flawlessly.
After the two teamed up to knock down five or six True Dragon Society members, they even high-fived each other triumphantly, their movements exaggerated as if they were filming a rap music video... In the True Dragon Society's camp.
Ryuzaki Shin and four others stood on top of a tall truck, overlooking the entire battlefield from above.
Ryuzaki Shin watched the Century Warriors members charging into the battlefield, then took out his phone and checked the time.
"Goro, go."
"Yes."
General Ishida Goro nodded silently, then leaped from the top of the truck!
"Boom!"
The earth seemed to tremble with him!
At the same time, Murayama watched Zhen Zhu and Bernie, who were playing with their opponents like swimming dragons in the battlefield, his eyes gleaming with excitement.
"Master, I'll go have some fun too."
Ryuzaki Shin smiled upon hearing this.
"I hope you haven't been slacking off on your training recently."
Murayama, hearing this, scratched his head a bit sheepishly and said nothing more.
He lightly jumped down from the top of the truck; unlike General Ishida Goro's earth-shattering landing, Murayama landed without stirring a single speck of dust.
Next, Ryuzaki Shin looked at Hayashida Megumi, who had been frowning tightly the entire time beside him, and patted his shoulder.
"Go through this battlefield, keep going inside, the person you're looking for is there."
After hearing this, Hayashida Megumi took a deep breath, nodded heavily, and then also jumped off the truck without hesitation.
After doing all this, Ryuzaki Shin continued to fix his gaze on the battlefield.
Junko followed Ryuzaki Shin's gaze and found that he was staring at a woman with a fiery figure, and that woman was Sara.
Junko immediately felt uncomfortable.
She clenched her fists tightly, and without a word, she also leaped down from the truck.
Hmph, you vixen, just watch how I beat you to a pulp today!
Ryuzaki Shin looked at Junko's small but resolutely leaping figure from the top of the car, feeling a bit confused.
He thought for a moment, "No way… Is it because I looked at that Sara for a couple of extra seconds just now?"
He looked at that woman purely out of a feeling of exasperation towards his subordinates, like 'hate iron for not becoming steel'.
Damn it!
With so many of you, can't you just gang up on that woman?
That woman named Sara, although a member of MIGHTY WARRIORS, her combat strength hasn't reached the level of the Five Greats; at most, she's at a cadre level.
Watching his subordinates, those Suzuran monsters, line up one by one to get beaten, was truly a bit speechless.
What about her being a woman?
Just go up and fight her, that's it!
Don't you understand the principle of gender equality?
But, that's fine too.
With Junko going over, that woman named Sara is probably finished.
Are you kidding me!
Junko fighting Sara, isn't that just pure bullying?
...On another part of the battlefield.
Zhen Zhu and Bernie had teamed up again to knock down several members of the True Dragon Society.
The two of them, one on the left and one on the right, stood back to back, with relaxed and carefree expressions on their faces, as if the battle just now was nothing more than a warm-up exercise after a meal.
The two of them coolly high-fived again, then made provocative gestures towards the True Dragon Society members who were slowly surrounding them.
Just then, a man walked out slowly from the crowd with a languid expression.
He casually waved his hand at the True Dragon Society members who were preparing to attack again.
Seeing that the newcomer was Murayama, all the True Dragon Society members turned around without a word and rushed to other parts of the battlefield.
After all, the fact that Murayama was the boss's disciple was no longer a secret within the True Dragon Society.
In their opinion, dealing with these two individuals should be an easy task for Murayama.
Murayama put one hand behind his back, slowly extended his other hand, and contemptuously beckoned Zhen Zhu and Bernie with his finger.
Zhen Zhu and Bernie exchanged glances, both seeing a cruel smile in each other's eyes.
Zhen Zhu launched the first attack!
His footsteps were light and quick, and with a flicker of his body, he appeared at Murayama's side, delivering a hook punch directly at Murayama's temple!
However, Murayama merely swayed his body slightly, his feet not moving an inch, easily dodging the punch.
"What?!"
Zhen Zhu was startled, not expecting the opponent's speed to be so fast!
Just as his old strength was exhausted and new strength hadn't yet emerged, Bernie's attack followed immediately!
His massive fist, carrying immense force, came crashing straight towards Murayama's chest!
Facing this heavy punch, Murayama still did not dodge or evade, but just as the punch's wind reached his body, he suddenly sank downwards, his entire body like he had lost his bones, allowing Bernie's fist to whistle past, grazing his shoulder!
"This guy…!"
Bernie's pupils suddenly contracted; he could feel that the opponent's two dodges were effortless, not even using full strength!
"Are you done playing?" Murayama's voice, cold, rang in their ears, "Then… it's my turn."
The instant his words fell, Murayama moved!
His movements were as swift as lightning, giving Bernie no chance to retract his fist!
Murayama stepped forward, his body like a taut bowstring, exploding instantly!
A standard Jeet Kune Do one-inch punch landed squarely on Bernie's lower abdomen!
"Bang!"
A dull thud!
Bernie felt as if his lower abdomen had been struck head-on by a battering ram, and his internal organs were all displaced!
His body was actually knocked off his feet by that punch, and he flew backward, his body hunched over!
"Bernie!"
Seeing this, Zhen Zhu roared in anger and turned to go rescue him.
But Murayama's speed was even faster than his!
He had practically appeared behind Zhen Zhu at the same time he sent Bernie flying!
Murayama's right hand, with five fingers pressed together to form a palm, delivered a precise and vicious hand chop to the back of Zhen Zhu's neck!
"Ugh…"
Zhen Zhu's vision went black, and he didn't even have time to grunt before his legs gave out, and he collapsed to the ground.
Murayama slowly retracted his hand, looking at the two individuals lying on the ground, completely incapacitated, and curled his lips in a contemptuous sneer, mockingly saying:
"Trash."
...On another part of the battlefield.
Sara was slaughtering everyone in the crowd, having a great time clearing out the small fry.
Suddenly, a clear, pleasant, yet somewhat arrogant voice, sounded behind her.
"Hey! You ugly freak over there! Dressed so provocatively, are you selling yourself?"
Sara paused, then delivered a fierce spinning kick, sending the last annoying minion in front of her flying!
She turned her head, coldly looking at the small woman who had suddenly appeared, dressed in a black, tight-fitting leather outfit.
Sara didn't speak immediately, but simply scrutinized Junko from head to toe with her eyes.
Finally, her gaze lingered for a moment on Junko's somewhat flat chest, then she let out a contemptuous snicker.
As a woman, Junko immediately understood the meaning in Sara's gaze.
Her small fists clenched tighter.
Her size was indeed her weak point.
But her man liked it very much too!
He even said that small was also very cute.
Who are you, this big-boobed woman, to mock me?
Heh heh.
This old lady is definitely going to smash your two headlights today!
Junko smiled sweetly at Sara, but her words were incredibly venomous.
"My man told me that you, in the past, seemed to have been traded as merchandise? So you… haven't you already been… by many people… tsk tsk, truly disgusting."
Upon hearing these words, the smile on Sara's face instantly vanished, replaced by a chilling killing intent.
That was the past she least wanted to bring up, an eternal pain in her heart!
However, she had never been touched by any man until now.
This woman actually dared to insult her with such words!
I'm going to tear her mouth apart!
Sara charged fiercely towards Junko!
When she was still two or three meters away from Junko, she suddenly launched an airborne spinning kick, accompanied by a sharp whistle that tore through the air, fiercely kicking towards Junko's head!
However, facing this kick, Junko merely raised her arm slightly.
"Slap!"
Just like swatting away an annoying fly, she casually slapped Sara's powerful and heavy leg aside with ease!
Sara only felt an irresistible immense force coming from her ankle, and she lost her balance in mid-air, her body tilting, and she fell awkwardly to the side.
The core of combat, to put it plainly, consists of only two points.
Offense and defense.
And Junko, she is purely a mechanical monster.
Not only is her strength terrifyingly great, but she can also instantly discern all the moves directed at her.
To put it simply, she was born with Ultra Instinct.
At Junko's level, all flashy moves have become secondary.
I can hit you, but you can't hit me, and my fists are harder than yours.
Simply put, she is invincible.
Sara got up from the ground and flexed her ankle a couple of times, which felt a bit numb from the slap.
Her eyes finally became a bit more serious.
Sara rushed towards Junko again; this time, she didn't use any flashy but impractical ultimate moves, but instead chose the most direct close-quarters combat!
However, just as she was about to charge in front of Junko, Junko's figure suddenly flickered!
Sara only felt a blur before her eyes, somewhat dazed.
The next second!
"Slap!"
An incredibly loud slap landed squarely on her face!