His arrogance made Kuroro look sideways.

Before he opened his mouth, Wo Jin beside him couldn't help but stride forward, shouting: "If it's our leader, let me try you first."

Nakahara Chuuya narrowed his eyes slightly. This man looked tall and strong, but the voice he made seemed to be releasing a powerful shout. His companions behind him did not react at all, but the people on Nakahara Chuuya's side covered their ears in pain in an instant.

It was as if a sharp sound pierced his eardrums, and Nakahara Chuuya used gravity to block out his shouting.

Then he faced Wo Jin's super destructive punch.

Wo Jin proudly threw out a right straight punch filled with telekinesis. Although he did not use any weapons, the power of his fist alone was as strong as a missile.

The man in front of him was not even half his height and looked like a little girl. He would probably be beaten to death with one punch.

But the person in front of him who looked like a little girl grabbed his fist, kicked his calf, and kicked him directly in the face at that moment.

It was as if an infinite gravity was pressing down on Wo Jin, leaving him with no place to escape, and there seemed to be dead ends in all directions.

It was as if he had no strength left and he slammed hard onto the ground, creating a deep crater. The broken stones splashed on his face, leaving a bloody mark.

Wo Jin struggled to stand up, but it was as if he was fixed in this deep pit and could not move.

All he could do was listen to Nakahara Chuuya looking over there provocatively: "That's it?"

As soon as the words fell, the people around Kuroro swarmed towards Nakahara Chuuya, and the mafia behind Nakahara Chuuya also came forward one after another.

The two sides are entangled endlessly.

Kuroro watched the aftermath quietly, the book in his hand glowing white, Wufeng also turned the pages, white telekinesis surged around him, and when Zhongyuan Zhongya shook off everyone approaching him, he turned around and slashed with a bolt of lightning.

The crackling sound startled Nakahara Chuuya, but it did not scare him at all. Instead, it made him even more determined to fight. He knew that Kuroro was going to take action this time.

He couldn't help but feel a little excited, and looked at Kuroro with eyes as sharp as knives.

In a wolf pack, only the strongest wolf is worthy of being called the wolf king.

This is when the two sides are evenly matched.

Chuuya Nakahara and Kuroro were fighting very happily. In recent years, Chuuya Nakahara was tied to Dazai Osamu and there was no need for him to take action. His hands were already itching, and it was rare for him to meet someone who could fight with him. He was even more ruthless. The sharp force of his fingertips blew a cut on the fair and sexy face, but he wiped it off with the back of his hand without any care and moved forward again.

Kuroro is not as battle-ready as Nakahara Chuuya. Nakahara Chuuya really doesn't look like a human being at all. His energy is too strong, so strong that it's scary. Before the battle even started, he felt tired because of the long tug-of-war.

He turned around flexibly and jumped into the hidden crevice, and used the shield skill on Nakahara Chuuya without any more patience.

This was stolen from a great technician. It was used exclusively for defense and had no offensive effect at all. If used on an opponent, it would prevent the opponent from escaping. If used on oneself, it would prevent the opponent from attacking.

Kuroro looked at Nakahara Chuuya who was tightly wrapped in white telekinesis and couldn't move. Before he could breathe a sigh of relief, he saw that Nakahara Chuuya's aura changed. A huge violent energy emanated from him, and red light exploded from his black-gloved fingers.

……not good!

not good!

The subordinates who were fighting with Wagoneer and Nobunaga also changed their expressions when they felt this aura. They ignored the crowd surrounding them and ran towards Nakahara Chuuya, leaving everyone behind.

In the absence of the leader, we must not let Chuuya Nakahara and his men start a mess!

As the closest and longest-trained subordinate of Nakahara Chuuya, he had met Dazai Osamu once before coming here.

At that time, Dazai Osamu stood in front of him, his face seemed to be covered with a layer of ice, and he said in a soft and slow voice, without any room for rebuttal: "On the way out, keep an eye on Chuuya and don't let him open the door."

His subordinates could guess the reason a little bit, which was that if Nakahara Chuuya opened the filth without Dazai Osamu, he would die of exhaustion.

This is a dead end with no solution except for Dazai Osamu.

Unfortunately, his men set off too late, and he watched helplessly as Nakahara Chuuya made his move.

A violent and brutal aura spread from him, and blood-colored tattoos lingered on his fair face. He raised his eyes and glanced at his men lightly, and a red light flashed.

The brutal gravity belonging to Huang Ba Tu swept everything unreasonably.

All friendly and enemy forces must surrender.

This is the power of God.

Just as he got close to Nakahara Chuuya, he was grabbed and beaten by him, and Kuroro coughed up blood, almost losing his life.

Machi quickly helped him aside and he frowned in confusion. He had never been so confused before.

"What kind of power is hidden in his body? Why is he completely different from before?"

If the previous Zhongyuan Zhongye was just strong and invincible, then the current Zhongyuan Zhongye is just strong, so strong that people don't even have the courage to fight back.

The subordinates were also swept to the ground by the divine power released by Nakahara Chuuya, and were covered in dust. As soon as they raised their heads, they saw that Nakahara Chuuya had raised a red ball of light in his hand and was about to throw it at Kuroro.

At this point, there is no need to talk about whether it is a group fight or not.

Everyone in the Phantom Troupe rushed forward with their auras fully activated to protect their leader, while the leader, Kuroro, stood at the very back of the camp. The book in his hand was already mostly torn to pieces, but the white light shining from his body became increasingly dazzling.

They treated them so strictly, but the person being treated, Nakahara Nakaya, just smiled arrogantly, so arrogant that no one could do anything about it. He raised a huge ball of light and threw it at them again.

It seemed that Nakahara Chuuya was suppressing the whole battle, but his subordinates who knew all the inside story knew that such a powerful Nakahara Chuuya would become stronger and stronger in the end, until his body could not withstand such sadistic force, and Nanami would bleed to death.

After the seconds passed, his men finally found an opening and activated their parasitic powers. The flexible vines hooked onto Nobunaga's waist and went straight up his neck along his body, but he didn't care at all and swung out another sword.

This is the sound of a sword piercing a body.

It was also the almost forbidden sound of Nobunaga's body being bound by the vines of his subordinates.

There was blood in Zhongyuan Zhongya.

This was the first time that Chuuya Nakahara had seen blood since he had become a filthy being. To the people in the Phantom Troupe, whenever he saw blood, it was like a god being dragged down to the human world and having flaws.

And as long as there is a flaw... then you can try to kill the gods.

The moonlight outside the house became brighter and brighter, and blood was already flowing from Nakahara Chuuya's out-of-control ice-blue eyes.

Feitan took the opportunity to get closer and break his slender neck, but he was knocked into a pillar not far away and broke it.

Even at such a desperate time, Nakahara Nakaya is still Nakahara Nakaya. As long as he stands there, he can stand alone against ten thousand enemies.

The ground was in a mess, and his men watched as Nakahara Chuuya knocked down those who were advancing towards him one by one.

He fished his cell phone from his pocket.

I called Dazai Osamu again and again, but the phone was always on hold.

No one answered the phone, and the endless beeping sound seemed like a long wait.

No one answered the call until Nakahara Chuuya coughed up a mouthful of blood. Seeing Nakahara Chuuya walking towards them, his subordinates thought in despair.

Are they all going to die here?

Did the leader know that they would encounter such a thing, so he instructed him not to let Nakahara Chuuya and his men cause trouble?

But this situation...

The ball of light containing destructive power brushed past his subordinate. Looking at Nakahara Chuuya walking towards him step by step, the subordinate couldn't help but hold his mobile phone as if it was the last straw.

When he closed his eyes in despair.

The door that had been blocked tightly was opened, and when the moon rose to its highest point, Dazai Osamu, wearing a black windbreaker, arrived with a large group of people.

The scarf was so bright red that it looked like the color of blood. Before he lost consciousness, he vaguely saw Dazai Osamu hugging Chuuya Nakahara tenderly and whispering, "Chuuya, you can rest now."

Under the touch of the incompetent human, Nakahara Chuuya, who gradually lost his divinity, vaguely recognized Dazai Osamu's face: "Dazai, bastard?"

"Yeah." Dazai Osamu reached out and touched the small wound on his body caused by the sharp cut, then hugged him tightly.

This embrace was particularly warm, and it also carried traces of the night's dampness. Nakahara Chuuya asked, "Did it rain when you came?"

Dazai Osamu nodded and said, "Yes, but the rain stopped soon."

After that, Nakahara Chuuya's memory began to become hazy, and he saw this scene once in his dream.

In that scene, Dazai Osamu stroked his hair and said softly to him, "I'll take you home."

Is this a scene I have actually experienced?

Nakahara Chuuya fell into a deep sleep.

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Dazai Osamu held Nakahara Chuuya tighter in his arms, and he lowered his eyes to look at his subordinates.

When Dazai opened the door, the group of people just broke through the window and fled. He said, "Do you remember what they looked like?"

Dazai Osamu looked like there was a layer of frost on his face, making it difficult to look directly at him.

The subordinate nodded and said, "I remember what they look like, every one of them."

The corners of Dazai Osamu's lips curled up into an emotionless smile.

"After returning, find someone to draw pictures of all of them."

"Give it to me."

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