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The elevator doors slid open slowly to both sides.

Zheng Hongxin, leaning on his cane, walked out of the elevator with a gloomy face.

Chen Jiandong, Feng Kehai, Wu Yingshan, Zhao Lei, and other high-ranking officials followed closely behind.

Fang Cheng walked at the very back of the crowd, his hands casually in his trouser pockets, his gaze calmly sweeping over the tragic scene in the hall.

When Zheng Hongxin saw the heavily injured patrol members scattered on the ground, and the blood-covered corpse, his fingers gripping his cane tightened sharply.

Several bluish-black scales faintly appeared on the back of his hand, and the frenzied aura of a deep-sea mutant leaked out uncontrollably.

"You two have quite the imposing presence."

Zheng Hongxin slammed his cane heavily on the ground, his cloudy eyes fixed on the two Japanese men opposite him:

"You stormed my headquarters and killed my guild brothers. No matter who you are, you won't leave here standing!"

The gaunt man raised his eyelids, looked Zheng Hongxin up and down, and a mocking sneer curled at the corner of his mouth.

"You're Zheng Hongxin? The vice president of the association? You look like you're on your deathbed, you probably can't even stand up properly."

The muscular man standing next to him clenched his fist and took half a step forward.

"Old man, you've got one foot in the grave, and you still dare to talk tough? When a fight breaks out, can you handle fists the size of sandbags?"

As he spoke, he slightly raised his chin, his tone filled with undisguised arrogance, as if he had Zhenxiang Hui and the others completely under his thumb.

Zheng Hongxin's chest heaved violently as he suppressed the urge to tear the other man to pieces, and he asked in a deep voice:
"Stop with your empty words. Who exactly are you? Why have you come here to cause trouble and commit such a heinous act when you have no grudge against us?"

The gaunt man flicked a speck of dust from the cuff of his kimono and spoke slowly and deliberately:
"I am Hattori Hisazo, and this is my cousin, Momochi Yugoro. We represent the Iga school of Japanese Buddhism and have come to the Shinsoukai to collect an old debt."

Upon hearing the words "Iga school," Zheng Hongxin's eyes twitched violently, and the anger on his face instantly turned into surprise and solemnity.

"Hattori and Momochi...the two great ninja clans of Edo?"

Upon hearing this, Chen Jiandong, Feng Kehai, and others all changed their expressions and secretly became on guard, as if facing a formidable enemy.

The Iga school is a ninja school in Japan that is entirely based on family bloodlines.

They lurk in the shadows, employing extremely cruel methods and mastering various assassination and sabotage techniques, earning a great fearsome reputation in the underworld over the centuries.

Zheng Hongxin frowned slightly and said coldly:

"Thirty years ago, your leader, Hattori Kenji, led the Japanese ninjas in an attempt to seize the secret treasures in the Southern Ocean, but was utterly defeated by Chairman Su single-handedly at sea."

"President Su, out of compassion for humanity, only crippled Hattori Kenji's limbs and spared his life. What, thirty years have passed, and you've forgotten the pain? You juniors are here to seek death again?"

"Shut up!"

Hattori Kyuzo, who had been maintaining a calm demeanor, suddenly changed his expression, a savage killing intent flashing in his eyes:
"Don't mention that old dog's name! If he hadn't crippled my father's cultivation, causing him to die in despair, how could the Hattori family have lost its position as the leader and fallen to a second-rate family!"

At this point, he took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing his surging emotions, his eyes turning as cold and sinister as a venomous snake:

"We've come today to settle the score from thirty years ago. This time, I will represent the Iga school to wipe out the Shinsoukai, avenge our past humiliation, and crush you all under my feet."

"Insanity!"

"You two dare to presume to wipe out the Truth Society?"

Upon hearing this, Feng Kehai, Wu Yingshan, and other True Thought Society cadres who arrived later all shouted angrily, their bodies radiating supernatural energy fluctuations, preparing to swarm forward.

Zheng Hongxin reached out to stop his enraged subordinates, his eyes as cold as knives.

Hattori Hisazo, however, remained calm and composed, his gaze sweeping over the high-ranking officials behind Zheng Hongxin, his tone growing increasingly contemptuous:

“We did our research before we came. That coward Su Jing’an has been missing for several years.”

"The Truth Society, apart from you, the half-crippled vice president, can't even find a single S-rank ability user right now. What makes you think you can fight us?"

Yugoro Momochi grinned, revealing his gleaming white teeth, and then said:

"I had heard of the True Thought Society when I was in Japan, but I never expected that seeing it for myself would be so true. The members of the organization are all such scoundrels."

As he spoke, he raised his little finger and picked at his ear, flicking away the bits of debris from his fingertip.

"By the way, what do you call it in your Xia language... oh, rotten fish and shrimp."

"What utter nonsense are you spouting!"

Zhao Lei, the head of the Enforcement Hall, had the most explosive temper; he was already seething with anger.

Hearing the other party not only insult President Su but also expose the guild's shortcomings to his face, how could he possibly hold back?

"What, did I say something wrong?"

Yugoro Momochi chuckled, crossed his arms, and looked down at Zhao Lei.

"You bunch of cripples who live off your past achievements and whose bodies are about to mutate and rot, do you even deserve to occupy a good place like Yong'an Island?"

"From now on, if I really want to join the Iga school, you will either obediently become our servants, or I will send you all to meet Amaterasu today!"

"court death!"

Zhao Lei roared and ripped off his tight vest, revealing his burly upper body covered in knife scars.

He stomped his feet hard, shattering the marble floor tiles, and used the recoil to propel himself forward.

He suddenly swung his right fist, the surface of which was covered with a layer of light blue light that could be seen with the naked eye.

In an instant, it was like a monstrous wave rising up, accompanied by a fierce roar that tore through the air, and it crashed straight toward Momochi Yugoro's chest.

"act recklessly."

Momochi Yugoro scoffed and advanced instead of retreating.

He stepped back slightly with his right leg, twisted his waist, and channeled all the power of his muscles into his right fist.

There are no fancy techniques, just pure clashes of strength.

boom!
The two fists collided violently in mid-air.

A visible white shockwave burst through the air, shattering the scattered shards of glass into dust.

Zhao Lei groaned, feeling an overwhelming, terrifying force surge up his arm.

The "tidal energy" he imbued in his fist was crushed the moment it made contact and dissipated instantly.

The bones in his right arm groaned in pain, unable to bear the strain.

The next second, Zhao Lei's burly body flew backward like a kite with a broken string, even faster than when he came, and crashed straight into the supporting pillar behind him.

If that hits hard, Zhao Lei will be half-dead even if he doesn't die.

Zheng Hongxin and Chen Jiandong's expressions changed drastically; it was too late to intervene.

Just as Zhao Lei's back was about to touch the wall...

A slender, fair hand suddenly emerged from the side and firmly landed on Zhao Lei's back.

This hand, seemingly casual, unleashed a gentle yet continuous pulling force the moment it made contact.

Fang Cheng appeared behind Zhao Lei and slightly turned his wrist.

The violent kinetic energy, enough to shatter an entire wall, was skillfully channeled through his palms to the soles of his feet, and then released into the earth from his feet.

Crack. The hard marble floor beneath Fang Cheng's feet instantly caved in half an inch, cracking open with fine, spiderweb-like patterns.

Zhao Lei, who was at the center of the shockwave, miraculously managed to stabilize himself and landed back on the ground unharmed.

Zhao Lei gasped for breath, still shaken, as he looked at his slightly trembling right arm.

Then, he turned his head and looked at Fang Cheng, who had withdrawn his right hand, his eyes welling up with tears.

"Thank you... Chairman Fang!"

Zhao Lei swallowed hard and said with lingering fear.

This time, the "President" was called out willingly, without any of the previous perfunctory attitude.

In the center of the hall, Momochi Yugoro and Hattori Kyuzo both narrowed their eyes.

They originally thought Zhao Lei was the only tough nut to crack among this group, but they never expected that there was another expert hidden behind them who could easily neutralize S-level power.

It should be noted that although Momochi Yugoro's overall strength has not reached S-class, he has just touched the threshold of the field, and there is a very high probability that he will be promoted soon.

What he was most proud of was his terrifying brute strength, capable of tearing apart steel.

Even ordinary S-class ability users wouldn't dare to confront him head-on.

Now, this brute force has been so easily disarmed by a stranger.

"Oh?"

Yugoro Momochi shook his slightly sore fist, his gaze fixed on Fang Cheng, his eyes blazing with excited fighting spirit:
"Xia Guoren, it seems you do have some ability. You really want to become a high-ranking official?"

Fang Cheng ignored Momochi Yugoro's provocation.

He slowly walked past Zhao Lei and stood in front of the heavily injured and fallen guard, facing the two arrogant Japanese S-class experts alone.

Fang Cheng raised his hand and patted off the few specks of dust on his black linen shirt, his eyes as calm as a bottomless lake.

"I was eating seafood upstairs just now, and it was pretty good, but you guys ruined my mood."

He lowered his hands, clenching them into fists, his tone chillingly cold:

"Since that's the case, then use your lives to pay for this meal."

The previously turbulent atmosphere in the hall seemed to freeze completely at that moment.

Everyone involuntarily held their breath, their eyes all focused on Fang Cheng.

The guards of the True Sense Society looked astonished, not understanding what gave this suddenly appearing young man the confidence to utter such arrogant words to two fierce top experts.

Meanwhile, Zheng Hongxin and other senior executives held their breath, their eyes wide open, afraid of missing any detail of the new chairman's actions.

Momochi Yugoro was stunned for a moment, then, as if he had heard the biggest joke in the world, he threw his head back and burst into wild laughter.

The harsh sound made the overhead chandelier sway precariously, making a rattling, clanging noise.

"Use our lives to pay for our meals? Xia people, do you think you're some kind of martial god descended from heaven?"

Yugoro Momochi stopped laughing, the contempt in his eyes vanished instantly, replaced by the ferocity and focus of a wild beast before its hunt.

He staggered his feet, stepping forward with his right foot and slightly raising his left heel, lowering his waist to assume a stance.

He boldly adopted the "Sanshin-tai" stance, the most classic stance in Kyokushin Karate.

With heavy, panting breaths, a layer of dark red blood patterns quickly appeared on his bronze skin, coiling around his thick arms and neck like gnarled tree roots.

The surrounding air was scorched by the high temperature of his blood and qi, causing it to subtly distort and ripple.

When a lion hunts a rabbit, it uses its full strength.

Despite his arrogant words, Momochi Yugoro would never make the basic mistake of underestimating his opponent in a real fight.

Fang Cheng's single-handed deflection of Zhao Lei's impact just now proved that this Xia Guoren was no ordinary person.

Therefore, he immediately activated the secret physical technique "Shura Blood Qi," which is a combination of Iga-ryu style and karate.

He clenched his right fist at his waist, his muscles taut to the extreme.

Three years ago, when he was carrying out an assassination mission in Hokkaido, he used this move, "Secret Technique: Destructive Fist Thrust," to directly confront a riot control armored vehicle.

It was a clash of pure power and steel. As a result, he smashed through the thick bulletproof steel plate with a single punch, turning the target hidden inside, along with the seat, into a pile of minced meat.

Today, he is going to reenact that glorious scene in front of these Xia people, leaving everyone stunned.

He even mentally rehearsed the subsequent moves.

If the opponent is able to barely withstand the punch, the fist will be transformed into a claw within a fraction of a second, using the "Round Hanging Hand" technique to firmly grip the opponent's joints.

Then, using his momentum against him, he executed a perfect over-the-shoulder throw, slamming him into the marble floor and crushing all of the boy's vertebrae.

Yugoro Momochi was full of confidence.

Even if the opponent has superhuman physical abilities and can withstand the direct impact of the air blast, they absolutely cannot defend against such sharp and skillful combos.

Fang Cheng stood twenty meters away, his gaze intense, his expression calm.

Facing the humanoid beast before him, which was poised to pounce and brimming with power, he did not adopt any defensive stance.

He simply lifted his right leg and took a step forward.

The soles of the shoes are in contact with the marble floor.

thump.

A dull, unusual sound echoed through the hall, as if a heavy hammer had struck everyone's heart.

The ground beneath Fang Cheng's feet instantly collapsed, creating a deep pit with a diameter of half a meter.

Spiderweb-like cracks spread wildly across the ground, and pebbles flew out like bullets.

Using the violent reaction force, Fang Cheng transformed into a black afterimage, creating a piercing sonic boom, and instantly traversed a distance of more than twenty meters, appearing in front of Momochi Yugoro.

Without any elaborate techniques, Fang Cheng unleashed a simple, straightforward straight punch.

At the tip of the fist, the air was rapidly compressed, forming a visible white ring of air that pushed out with an overwhelming aura of destruction.

"So fast!"

Yugoro Momochi was startled and almost didn't react in time.

Fortunately, he had already gotten into a fighting stance. Then, his eyes widened, his waist and hips suddenly exploded, and he blasted out all the blood and energy in his body along with his right fist, smashing it towards Fang Cheng's fist.

Two fists, one large and one small, collided head-on in mid-air.

however.

Within a fraction of a second of contact, the thoughts in Momochi Yugoro's mind about tearing, smashing, and torturing his enemy vanished instantly.

Instead, there is an extreme thrill that originates from the depths of the soul.

He felt as if his proud fist had not struck a human body at all, but rather crashed head-on into a supersonic steel mountain.

That force was not only so immense as to inspire despair, but it also possessed a penetrating quality that defied all reason.

click-

The ear-piercing sound of bones cracking clearly drowned out the booming sound of their fists colliding. (End of Chapter)