Those 14 B-level killers had never seen so many insects before, and their scalps went numb instantly.
After all, they were all killers who had experienced blood and fire. Although they were disgusted, they did not retreat. Instead, they rushed towards Duanmu Taichu.
Fei Chongji leaped up and came in front of the ronin, looking into his eyes.
"Are you a Japanese samurai?" Fei Chongji asked curiously.
"You have some knowledge. I am the tenth generation successor of the Autumn Sword Zansui Ryu. It is your honor to die in my hands." The ronin said expressionlessly.
"Really? That's just right. I like to beat Japanese people the most, especially self-righteous Japanese people like you."
After saying that, Fei Chongji stomped his feet on the ground and shouted, "Fourth Stage of Madness Technique!"
As soon as he finished speaking, white smoke rose from Fei Chongji's body, his muscles kept wriggling, and his skin turned red.
Soon, Fei Chongji's body grew to two meters tall, and his upper body clothes were torn, revealing the steel-like muscles inside.
The most peculiar thing was his face, which was covered with several red lines that curved like flames. At first glance, it looked like a mask from an opera.
Each level of the Berserk Technique can double the user's combat power.
That is to say, if Fei Chongji's combat power is one hundred people against one stage in the first stage, then in the second stage it is one hundred people against two stages, in the third stage it is one hundred people against four stages, in the fourth stage it is one hundred people against eight stages, and so on!
Of course, Fei Chongji can't improve as much as he wants.
Moreover, every time he upgrades a level, it puts a huge burden on Fei Chongji's body. Now he can only increase his combat power to the fourth level.
If you go any further, your life may be in danger.
"Haha, a method to forcibly increase strength? Interesting!" The ronin crossed his arms and watched Fei Chongji's transformation with interest.
After saying this, the ronin warrior drew out two katanas, one long and one short. "My two swords, the short one is called Soul-Destroying, and the long one is called Onitsuka. They were forged by the swordsmith Miyamoto Kawamura. A total of 1,097 souls have died under these two swords, and you will be the 1,098th."
"Really? Then you can try it!"
Fei Chongji didn't waste any words. He stepped on the ground and shot out like a cannonball, leaving spider-web-like cracks on the ground.
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On another road, Pofeng, Zitong, Huoci and Heisheng had surrounded the Skull and Bones Society's A-level killer Reaper in four corners.
The surrounding crowds were so frightened that they screamed and ran away when the two policemen were killed.
Only five people were left confronting each other.
"You buy me some time." Pofeng shouted, then opened his mouth wide and kept pouring air into it.
The other three nodded in unison.
They had fought side by side with Pofeng for many years and had developed a tacit understanding. They knew that the captain was gathering his energy.
There were two more bayonets in Huo Ci's hands. When they collided with each other, the bayonets immediately ignited sparks and then turned into two bayonets burning with flames.
The surface of the bayonet was burned red, but the bayonet was not hurt at all in the hand.
This is Huo Ci's innate talent. His hands can withstand extremely high temperatures. Even holding a thousand-degree soldering iron will not cause any harm to him.
And Hei Sheng took out a black rope from his waist.
What was strange was that the rope seemed to come alive in Black Rope's hands. It raised its head and pointed at the reaper, like a snake dancing to the music.
This is also the talent of the black rope. The black rope is actually a metal rope made of some kind of alloy, and the black rope can control the magnetic field of this metal.
It looks like the black rope is moving by itself, but in fact it is the black rope that is controlling it.
Zitong's eyes were tinged with purple light, and his dynamic analysis ability was activated to 100%.
"Fire Thorn, you attack from the left, attack from three directions, try to attract the enemy's attention. Black Rope, you attack from the right, look for a chance to lock the opponent's feet." Zi Tong transmitted the combat orders to the two men through the microphone on their collar.
The next second, Fire Thorn and Black Rope rushed towards the Reaper at the same time.
Firethorn's flaming bayonet was pointing straight at the Reaper's temple, but the Reaper didn't even look at him. The white sickle in his hand cut towards Firethorn's throat at an almost impossible angle.
"Huo Ci sinks 60 centimeters." Zi Tong's voice sounded in Huo Ci's headphones at the right time, and Huo Ci did it almost subconsciously.
The white sickle scraped across Huo Ci's scalp, taking away a tuft of hair.
The chill from the sickle made Huo Ci feel cold all over, and a layer of fine cold beads instantly appeared on his forehead.
That was close!
If Zi Tong hadn't reminded him, his head might have been torn apart by now.
As expected of an A-level killer, he couldn't be careless at all.
At this time, the black rope had also reached the front of the reaper. The black rope was like a flexible poisonous snake, moving on the ground. But just as it was about to touch the reaper's feet, the voice of Zi Tong came to his ears: "Black rope, fall back!"
Heisheng received the hint and fell backwards without saying anything.
A flash of white light just brushed past Hei Sheng's neck, leaving a shallow blood mark.
The taciturn Hei Sheng showed an expression of surviving a disaster for the first time on his face.
In this way, with the help of Purple Eyes, Fire Thorn and Black Rope were able to avoid the Reaper's attacks safely every time, but they were also unable to touch the Reaper at all.
The situation remains at a stalemate.
This situation lasted for about a minute. Suddenly, the Reaper grinned and said in a creepy hoarse Burmese: "Hey, I've had enough fun. I don't want to play anymore."
After he finished speaking, a white light suddenly flashed across Huo Ci's chest.
Just as Huo Ci was stunned, he watched his hands, along with the burning bayonet, fall to the ground with a clang.
A cloud of blood mist burst out from his chest, and blood spurted out from the wound that spanned his entire chest like a fountain, splashing onto the Reaper's face.
Black Rope looked horrified and was about to go forward to rescue him, but he didn't expect that Black Rope had been grabbed by the Reaper and pulled hard.
Black Rope's feet left the ground, and his entire body was pulled towards the Reaper.
Then a beam of white light poured in from the top of Heisheng's head, and Heisheng was surprised to find that his vision on the left and right was slowly separating to the sides.
The next second, the black rope was split into two halves by the reaper like firewood.
"Hahaha, too weak. Is this China's official law enforcer? Absolutely too weak." The Reaper laughed wildly in a hoarse voice.
After laughing, just when he was about to deal with Zi Tong and Po Feng together, he saw Zi Tong standing behind Po Feng at some point.
Two lines of blood and tears were flowing from his eyes.
What was most unbelievable to the Reaper was that Fire Thorn and Black Rope, whom he had just brutally killed, were standing behind Pofeng unharmed.
What's going on?
Aren't they dead?
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