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The weather was not scorching hot, but the blazing sun hung high, and the sunlight was dazzling in its own way.
But, perhaps, no matter the season, be it scorching summer or bitter winter, for those beautiful girls, it was at most a matter of changing the thickness of their stockings.
And at this moment, the streets of Tokyo presented such a scene.
Lu Yinghua, this gloomy-faced fellow, was aimlessly strolling through the bustling streets of Tokyo. Although he had little experience walking the streets due to high-intensity martial arts training and his aversion to women, at this moment, to await the intelligence collected by his subordinates, he casually wandered the streets of Tokyo.
This man, with a look of disgust on his face, observed the girls of Shibuya-kei one by one, and even subtly emitted a hint of killing intent.
It could be said that no matter how handsome or dashing this man was, he carried an incomparable sharpness that ordinary people absolutely could not endure.
That was an ability only the highest-tier warriors could master.
Perhaps, this man, even in terms of martial arts, was still worlds apart from his master, Luo Feng. However, he was still more than capable of easily crushing other Divine Hunters.
Of course, Gilgamesh, who naturally had a suitable affinity for Saber, was not among them. And Tony, the King of Swords, in terms of swordsmanship, also threw this guy far behind.
However, other Divine Hunters could only rely on their authority to gain an advantage in fighting him.
At this moment, this man named Lu Yinghua, a man who had mastered hundreds of martial arts, faintly sensed something.
Behind him, hundreds of meters away, there were fellows who were also martial artists.
Those were assassins, or, according to the traditions of the island nation, ninjas!
With just a slight sweep, he clearly understood everything.
The target was just a mere one person, and far from being his opponent.
That damned Worm.
Then, let's resolve it here.
This man named Lu Yinghua, with his intangible aura, wrapped around him, then gently spread outwards into the surroundings.
That was an ability similar to a domain, infused with curse power. To a certain extent, it was a rough technique.
Following the direction of the wind and the airflow generated by the crowd, concealing his own presence, an invisible aura slowly enveloped that ninja.
Immediately, the sensory ability belonging to a warrior enveloped the surroundings. Lu Yinghua wanted to find a place with fewer people to resolve this, and his lips curved into a cruel smile.
However, this was Tokyo, Shibuya, a sea of people. Let alone any hidden places, even pitch-black alleyways didn't exist.
Of course, there was no need to go through so much trouble. After all, this was a foreign country, so, even if it was a cruel slaughter, he imagined his master wouldn't blame him.
After all, they were not of his kind.
Such a cruel thought naturally echoed in his heart, then transformed into action.
He unhesitatingly turned into a street, not caring in the slightest about the pursuers behind him.
Then, jutsu!
An identical projection instantly manifested. The effect of naturalization was not seen through. An invisible force field made the surrounding tourists ignore everything.
Next, was body technique.
The power called 'Ki' surged within his meridians. Lu Yinghua's talent allowed him to have several times the perception of Ki, its storage, and even his cultivation speed, compared to ordinary people. And under Luo Feng's rigorous training, it was tens of times more, which was not an exaggeration.
An invisible ripple extended from his feet, spreading outwards. This handsome and robust young man directly flew up, stepping onto the wall.
The aura transformed into a giant grip, firmly securing him to the wall. That wall was also easily cracked by him.
However, it seemed to be the application of 'dark force'. The cracks on the wall were only just enough for him to grip.
Next was his light body technique. The flow of Ki allowed him to evenly distribute all the force on his entire body.
That was the foundation of using Ki to control the body, deeply ingrained in his bones under Luo Feng's repeated strict training.
Immediately, curse power wrapped around his body. His body, not considered strong, also trembled faintly.
At this moment, the technique maintained by that curse power had also moved far away.
And the tracker was also slow.
It was probably confidence in his own strength, or perhaps he possessed some curse tool that could enhance his senses.
Within his own perception, he clearly felt the faint fluctuations of curse power on that ninja. Lu Yinghua was like a beast discovering its prey, revealing a vicious smile.
Then, let's end it here!
The curse power was dispelled, and Ki evenly covered his entire body.
He aimed at that guy. Lu Yinghua fiercely stomped against the wall behind him. A huge crack spread across the entire wall with this stomp.
Feeling the wind brush across his face and the piercing sound of breaking air, Lu Yinghua's eyes were enveloped in a fiery battle intent.
He was a warrior, a warrior who would surely cut down his enemies. Nothing pleased him more than hunting down his enemies.
Whether it was moral integrity, a gentleman's cultivation, or anything else, it was all irrelevant.
As long as there was battle, as long as there was killing, whether it was martial artists or martial arts, weren't they all existing for this purpose?
Roughly speaking, at his current speed, he would pass by in just an instant.
So, die!
In an instant, just an instant, Lu Yinghua, from a commanding position, and the distance between him and that ninja, had already infinitely shrunk.
Immediately after, he threw out a punch, carrying a monstrous momentum, enveloped in thick curse power. It was an absolute steel fist.
Then, there was a roar, a piercing roar.
Countless tourists, or residents of this place, scattered and fled.
A gigantic crater appeared on the ground. Besides the shattered corpse, only the man named Lu Yinghua (obtained) was covered in fresh blood.
"...Truly, Master still talks about the evil way and such. Is that not good? Killing and then dying, that is the hope of a warrior!"
He muttered faintly, his eyes flashing with a dazzling coldness.
Finally abandoning that gentle and refined disguise, a warrior's profession was originally to kill people. Martial arts was also the pride of killing. No matter how much it was covered up with so-called "cultivation," that was an unchanging truth.
From the very beginning, thousands of years before martial arts shone brightly, it was like this.
Now, the kind facade was merely a disguise donned to conform to social demands.
But, at this very moment, a pale gray shadow lunged towards his back.
Its sharp intent was obvious.
That was a ninja who had endured countless hardships and battles.