Dual wielding volcanoes, killing through the west

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“You heard that too, buddy, we can’t kill you yet.” Zhuo Ge shrugged and said with a smile, “It’s hard enough for you to take on just me, let alone so many people, and there are so many guns outside.”

"..."

Joe's eyes dimmed.

Looking around, besides these few people, there were also many gunmen on the outside, aiming at him from various angles.

It's unlikely that you can break through head-on with just your fists.

……

"call……"

Joe took a deep breath.

He made a decision, loosened his fist, but didn't raise it; he simply let it hang freely.

……

Suddenly, he opened his tightly closed lips to an almost tearing degree and let out a powerful roar.

"ah----------------!!!!!"

Chapter 722: Between Unarmed and Weaponized...

"top!"

Zhang Renfeng, without pausing for a long time, assumed a deep horse stance, his teeth slightly clenched, using his chest to withstand the lightning-fast initial attack.

With a "clink," the tip of the grass-dwelling cleaver struck Zhang Renfeng's chest, a sound unlike any other weapon strike he'd ever heard. Though it didn't pierce his skin, it still caused Zhang Renfeng a slight stinging sensation, a pain that, though mild, set off alarm bells in his mind.

He couldn't understand how the other party had managed to do it.

In contrast to him, the force feedback transmitted back from the sword surprised the foreign swordsman. Kusaya Karimasa changed from one hand to two, pressing on the hilt, wanting to apply more force, but it was as if he had stuck into a rock, not moving an inch.

"Ha...it's incredible..." His pupils dilated naturally, revealing an unconscious expression of praise.

With a sword pressed against him, the two were less than a meter apart, their faces almost touching, allowing Zhang Renfeng to see the face beneath the straw hat.

The gloom is hard to discern.

His round, ring-shaped eyes gleamed in the shadows, making him look like a leopard lurking under a tree, ready to pounce on its prey at any moment.

"You too."

Having given the enemy such high praise, Zhang Renfeng began to move, like a moving mountain, pressing straight down on his opponent!

Grass-dwelling Kari's expression darkened. He tried changing his sword-holding posture, but still couldn't resist the force. His shoes scraped against the ground as he uncontrollably retreated, and the blade trembled slightly, making a sound of strain, like a string about to snap.

But he reacted quickly, lowering his body, a cold glint in his eyes, and with a flick of his wrist, he aimed straight for Zhang Renfeng's eyes!

"Snapped!"

The cold light emanating from the blade hovered two inches in front of the black pupils, unable to advance even an inch further.

one hand.

A large, rough hand, as wide as a fan, opened from bottom to top, seemingly to show off its strength, and grasped the sharpest part of the blade. Relying on the absolute advantage of its grip strength, Zhang Renfeng held the opponent's weapon in his hand, like an adult annoyed by a child's twig.

He used his left hand to grip the sword, while his free right hand was clenched into a fist the instant he closed the distance, with his middle finger slightly protruding.

A phoenix eye punch pierced the air, heading straight for his brow!

"what……"

In this situation, Grass-Walled Karimasa actually smiled; at least in Zhang Renfeng's view, the angle of his upturned lips seemed genuine. The next moment, however, he felt a sudden lightness in his body and was immediately alarmed: this guy had transformed the knife in his hand into a lever requiring considerable effort.

With both hands gripping the knife handle, he used his arm and wrist strength to lift himself off the ground!

"Drink it—!!"

With a shout, Caowu Kari used the blade of his sword to throw Zhang Renfeng over his head. But the throwing itself wasn't the point. As Zhang Renfeng's body followed the arc of his momentum and reached the highest point in the air, there was a very brief moment when he experienced weightlessness.

He precisely seized the moment when the grip was most likely to loosen.

Stealth.

Spinning step.

Draw the knife!

"Om-!!"

Under Zhang Renfeng's control, he regained control of the weapon, and this action alone was a victory in itself.

"Interesting. You possess both the physique and skills of a powerful being... Isn't that a bit too unfair?"

As Kusaya Karimasa spoke in a teasing tone, it was clear that in this round of the weapon contest, having thrown Zhang Renfeng, he naturally had a one-move advantage. Before Zhang Renfeng even touched the ground and adjusted his posture, Kusaya Karimasa had already returned to his right-hand sword-wielding stance, ready to launch the first strike.

But he didn't.

Instead, his body fell into a strange state, as if his bones had been removed, and his eyes and expression became blank. The next moment, his legs went completely limp, and his entire body seemed to fall into a swamp, uncontrollably plummeting downwards, about to kneel on the ground.

Zhang Renfeng was immediately shocked.

The actions are different.

The details are different.

The key points are different.

But without a doubt, they are essentially the same; the swordsman in front of them is actively putting his body into a state of complete "exhaustion".

This technique, which involves sudden relaxation followed by sudden tension, yields tremendous explosive power. It's also included in the "force dissipation" method his master taught him, and Zhang Renfeng uses it himself. But he never expected to see a nearly identical, self-developed version in someone from another country!

Push off the ground.

Take off!

Just as he had predicted, at the very moment of reaching his limit, Kasaya Karimasa's legs suddenly exerted force, transforming his body, which was almost level with the ground, into an arrow released from a bow. Grass roots and stones flew from the soles of his shoes, and because his center of gravity was so low, for a moment, he seemed to have completely disappeared.

"Buzz—!!"

The blade tip grazed the air, producing a sharp popping sound.

This time, after recognizing Zhang Renfeng's strength, Caowu Karimasa clearly began to increase the intensity of his attacks, and the density of his moves was also different from before.

The blades flashed, their bright silver metallic sheen blooming into flower shapes in the air due to their rapid movement.

Amidst the breathtakingly beautiful scene, a deadly intent is laid bare!

Every strike was deliberate; both shoulders, elbows, and knees were aimed at the most vital joints of the human body. The relentless barrage of blows left him no room to absorb the force, so he simply stopped dodging and relied on his own internal energy to withstand the blows head-on.

"when!"

"when!"

"when!"

……

The continuous, rhythmic clanging of metal creates a striking visual effect; if one ignores the visuals, one might mistake it for a blacksmith forging a piece of fine iron.

Zhang Renfeng's expression changed slightly, and he began to use his wrists, the backs of his hands, and his fists to deflect the blades coming from all directions. He tried to grab the blades again, but the same moves were ineffective against an enemy like Cao Ya Kariyoshi.

He didn't give that chance again, wielding the thin iron weapon with incredible agility, like a slippery loach that, once in the water, could no longer be grasped.

On the contrary, amidst the clanging sounds, several blades actually bypassed his defenses and struck him squarely. The locations of the blows were also tricky, mostly under his armpits and on his sides, so he didn't feel much of a cut, just like being grabbed with a stick.

"Tsk..."

This couldn't go on. He was hesitant and didn't want to continue entangled with this strange swordsman.

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With his feet apart, standing in a T-shape, facing the blade that was about to slash at his neck, Zhang Renfeng didn't dodge; he chose to meet it head-on!

"when!"

It sounded like metal clashing.

His expression changed slightly; he clenched his teeth, and shifted his weight by pushing and pulling with his shoulders.

A powerful, swirling hammer strike pierced the air, leaving a deep imprint on his abdomen.

In that instant, ripples even surged up, tearing his clothes apart and blooming on his skin and muscles.

"what……"

There was no time to offer any comment.

"boom----!!"

Kasaya Karimasa felt a sudden brightness before his eyes, and in the next moment, all his sensory signals were completely overwhelmed by this almost piercing feeling.

Chapter 723: Money is money.

"This guy……"

Zhang Renfeng was slightly surprised.

The "Silk Reeling Force" is essentially a more advanced application of the technique after mastering the art of dissipating force. It's a bit strange, actually. In a country where everyone uses guns, after two or three years, my marksmanship didn't improve, but my martial arts skills did.

Through constant sparring and adjustments to his posture, movements, and details, Zhang Renfeng, after mastering the art of "silk-reeling energy," developed this martial art technique to a level comparable to Zhu Kuilong's. This was also the technique he had learned that allowed him to deal the highest damage using only his fists and feet.

In the alleyways of Lagras, after their exchange, Tonghua admitted defeat and requested to witness the true "high mountain" in the martial arts sense. Zhang Renfeng fulfilled the pure martial artist's expectations, unleashing the move upon him and instantly cleaving him in two.

With one punch, not only Kasaya Karimasa was struck, but the stone road beneath his feet was also pulverized on the spot, leaving two straight cracks.

At the end of the crack, small pebbles gathered at his heels.

Grass-dwelling Karimasa remained standing, undeterred by the punch, but showed no intention of retaliating.

His hands gripped the knife handle tightly, refusing to let go.

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"Ah... this is truly... incredible." A few seconds later, Kusaya Kari Masashi took a breath, as if waking from a nightmare, and exclaimed, "That attack just now was the heaviest I've ever experienced in my short life. It actually sent my consciousness to the other side for a brief moment."

He raised his katana, its bright, sharp blade reflecting half of his face.

"Since arriving in this country, nothing but good things have been waiting for me."

"Who sent you to kill him?" Zhang Renfeng asked coldly.

“No one ‘sent’ me here. To be frank, it’s just a matter of each taking what they need.” Kasaya Kari replied casually. “I know someone, someone… I wouldn’t call him a friend. He’s similar to you, only a little thinner, a little older, and a little more ruthless.”

"He promised me that if I was willing to kill a few people for him, he would help me find the lover I was looking for."

"Oh, right, I haven't mentioned it yet. The reason I've traveled all the way to America is to find someone—he's a traitor to our country. As long as he's alive, my superior can't sleep a wink every night. That traitor once organized an assassination attempt, and although it failed, he was only a hair's breadth away from success."

"But now, none of that matters."

He looked at Zhang Renfeng, his eyes gradually widening, revealing an extremely fanatical gaze.

"After arriving in this country, I was known as the 'Man-Slaying Demon'... In fact, I prefer the name people used to call me when I was in Japan, but this one is fine too."

"Of all the prey I've killed, you are the only exception."

“You’ve killed a lot of people,” Zhang Renfeng said in a deep voice.

“Heh…yeah. When I first came here, I wasn’t very fluent in the language either. The way those guys looked at me, the contemptuous names they used…I think you’ve experienced all of that without me having to go into details,” Kusaya Kari said frankly. “I’m asking you, strongman.”

"I've been practicing kendo since I was five, and I've achieved some success by now. Am I just here to wag my tail and beg these guys for mercy at a time like this?"

"By the time I came to my senses, the knife was already drawn, and I couldn't stop."

He raised a finger and, with a slightly smug tone, shared his thoughts: "To kill only one person is a crime."

"But ten, fifty, a hundred... the more I do, the more I gain a reputation as a slayer, and I become valuable. Then people will come to negotiate with me, offering the benefits I want to satisfy my needs. That is the advantage of slaying people."

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"To put it bluntly, you've gotten used to being a dog for those bastards, haven't you?"

Zhang Renfeng wiped the smile off his face with just one sentence.

He licked his lips, a noncommittal look on his face, and narrowed his eyes. "It seems you have some misunderstandings about me."

“Strongman, I want to ask you another question.” He took out a US dollar bill from his pocket, waved it in front of Zhang Renfeng, and asked, “What’s the difference between this bill and the one of the same denomination that you picked up in the mud?”

“…” Zhang Renfeng remained silent for a moment, without answering.