Hot Blood: Dominate the World with Your Fists

Murayama Yoshiki is fine. He is quite flexible and can handle twenty or so men in suits without any problem.

The five-man group at the back door was in trouble. Xin Xiamu was fighting with a warrior with an iron rod. Although he suppressed the warrior, he couldn't get away for a while.

Honda Tsubasa was pinned down by two samurai holding katanas. Honda Tsubasa was the least agile of the five, and he was soon in danger. Honda Tsubasa dodged another katana strike, and just as Honda Tsubasa was about to meet his death, Hong Yousuke kicked the katana, knocking it away and pulling Honda Tsubasa backwards.

"Huh, huh, thank you very much." Honda Tsubasa escaped death and immediately thanked Hong Yosuke repeatedly.

"We are in big trouble this time." Hong Yousuke frowned and looked around.

Gong Shanju fought back and forth with the three warriors and even had the upper hand, so there was no need to worry for the time being.

Nangong Mu also held back four warriors with his agility.

The remaining five samurai were walking towards Todoroki Yosuke and Honda Tsubasa, brandishing their katanas.

"Damn it, each of these warriors is as strong as Taiji Nishikawa, and their coordination is better than the Taiqing combination. They are really hard to deal with." Honda Tsubasa couldn't help but complain.

"You deal with one and leave the rest to me, is that okay?" Hong Yousuke analyzed calmly.

"Okay, I'm fine."

"I won't be able to take care of you if a fight breaks out. Please take care of yourself."

Todoroki Yosuke rushed towards the samurai after saying this. Honda Tsubasa took a deep breath and rushed towards a samurai.

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Higashino Arakuryu used his dynamic vision and flexibility to play with Yamamoto Hirokou, and at the same time used his fists and legs to attack his vital points, but the effect was minimal, as Yamamoto Hirokou seemed to have no sense of pain.

Yamaguchi's mouth was wide and he fought very steadily, leaving no flaws at all.

Even though they could win by fighting like this, they didn't know how long it would take. Higashino Arakuryu had no choice but to resort to provocation, "You, a man with a paralyzed face, your swordsmanship is terrible. Who did you learn that from?"

"You bastard, I will never allow you to insult Lord Kuki Genji! I will kill you!" Yamamoto Hirokou suddenly became furious and changed his fighting style and slashed towards Tono Arairyu.

Dongye Huanglong was delighted. It really worked. Yamamoto Hirokou was in a state of confusion. He dodged Yamamoto Hirokou's slash by moving sideways, then kicked Yamamoto Hirokou in the stomach.

Yamamoto Hirokou felt pain and his movements became slow. Higashino Arakuryu took advantage of the situation and attacked him, punching Yamamoto Hirokou in the face several times.

Higano Arakuryu's attack was as ferocious as a hurricane. His fist, with immense force, struck Yamamoto Hirokou's face directly. His face instantly deformed, as if twisted by a tremendous force. This blow completely deprived Yamamoto Hirokou of resistance, sending him careening backward.

"He's a general."

Higashino Arakuryu seized the opportunity and quickly wrestled the knife from Yamamoto Hirokou's hand. His movements were swift and decisive, giving the man no time to react. Without hesitation, he plunged the knife into Yamamoto Hirokou's stomach. The sharp blade easily pierced through skin and muscle, piercing deep into Yamamoto Hirokou's body. Blood gushed out, staining the surrounding ground red.

Dongye Huanglong felt that this was not enough, so he picked up a short knife and stabbed it into Yamamoto Kuankou's eyes. The short knife went through Yamamoto Kuankou's head and completely destroyed Yamamoto Kuankou's life.

Dongye Huanglong then stopped and turned to look at the battle situation of others.

Murayama Yoshiki had almost dealt with all the men in black suits, with only five or six still lingering.

But the situation in other places was not optimistic. The samurai were beating up Hong Yousuke and others.

Seeing this, Higano Arakuryu immediately rushed towards Hong Yosuke and the others. He rushed into the battlefield like a whirlwind, the knife in his hand flashing with cold light.

A samurai attempted to attack Hong Yousuke, but Tono Arairyu spotted him in time and kicked the samurai away. Then, he turned around and swung his sword to block the attack of another samurai.

All the warriors' pupils shrank when they saw Dongye Huanglong, and they quickly gave up their opponents and gathered together.

"How is Lord Yamamoto?" A samurai was a little bit incredulous and didn't believe that tiny possibility.

"He's dead, but you have to go and accompany him." Dongye Huanglong said in a gloomy tone.

The warriors suddenly took off their shirts, revealing the bandages on their stomachs.

"Hahahaha, are you trying to make me laugh to death? Are you imitating the Yamaguchi-gumi by tying a bandage on their stomach?" Higashino Arairyu mocked without mercy.

"You will regret this, come on." A warrior rushed forward with a roar.

Seeing the warriors charging forward, Dongye Huanglong's eyes suddenly grew serious. Almost the moment the first one charged forward, he slashed at him with his sword. As he blocked with his sword, he delivered a high kick to the head, sending him flying and knocking several others down with him. He then threw his short sword, striking a warrior in the neck, killing him instantly.

Dongye Huanglong's figure flashed, weaving through the crowd like a ghost, each strike precise and ruthless. The flash of the knife, blood splattered, and screams were heard.

Seeing this, the remaining warriors began to feel fear in their hearts, but they still gritted their teeth and persevered. They knew that today they had to either kill Dongye Huanglong or die here.

However, Dongye Huanglong's fighting skills were far beyond their imagination. In the face of absolute strength, all bravery was useless.

As Dongye Huanglong chopped off the head of the last warrior with one sword, all the warriors died.

By this time, Murayama Yoshiki had dealt with the last few men in black suits. Aside from Tono Arairyu and his seven companions, no one else was left standing.

Dongye Huanglong looked at the corpses scattered on the ground, and a sense of fatigue surged in his heart. He reached out to wipe the blood from his face and let out a long breath.

"These guys are really troublesome..." Murayama Yoshiki walked up to him with the same tired look on his face.

"But fortunately, everything has been resolved." Higashino Arairyu said, turning his gaze to Hong Yosuke and others.

"Are you all right?" he asked with concern.

"Well, we're fine. Thanks to you for arriving in time." Todoroki Yosuke nodded.

"Okay, let's not talk about this for now. We have to leave here quickly to avoid causing more trouble." Dongye Huanglong said, picking up the gasoline barrel and began to pour gasoline. Murayama Ryoki and others also picked up gasoline and began to pour.

After everyone walked out of the back door, Dongye Huanglong threw out a lighter and ignited the gasoline, and a raging fire broke out instantly.

Dongye Huanglong was still worried, so he locked the back door with a steel pipe.

"Boss Huanglong, what are you doing?" Honda Tsubasa was a little confused.

"In order to prevent someone from pretending to be dead and taking the opportunity to escape, it is better to lock the exit." Dongye Huanglong said calmly.

After watching the fire grow bigger and making sure that no evidence would be left, the few people quietly left the scene.

It was already late when Tono Arairyu sent Murayama Yoshiki home.

"I'm leaving first, Murayama, see you tomorrow." Dongye Huanglong said and was about to drive away.

"Hey! Higashino Arakuryu!" Murayama Yoshiki called out to Higashino Arakuryu.

"what's up?"

Murayama Yoshiki said seriously, "I'll leave the time-based system to you."

Dongye Huanglong smiled, waved his hand, and walked away.