Whoosh!
The Black Hawk dodged the flying stick, but the weapon didn't stop—it continued spinning through the air and struck Sing squarely on the shoulder.
Puff!
Sing was sent flying, landing right at Fenric's feet, coughing up blood.
"Sing! Sing!"
The fat companion rushed over in panic, shaking Sing's shoulders. This only made Sing cough up more blood before finally passing out.
A pig teammate indeed.
Fenric looked at Sing's pitiful state with a blank expression, showing no intention of helping.
He knew the plot well and understood just how abnormal Sing's talent truly was.
This guy was like an indestructible cockroach—each time he was seriously injured, he'd recover stronger than before. As the landlady once said, Sing was a peerless genius!
So, Fenric wasn't worried in the slightest about his survival.
The next moment, the breakfast shop owner—also known as the early morning boss—stormed out of the house, wielding his trusty staff, and stepped protectively in front of Coolie.
The famed Bagua Stick had arrived!
Fenric's eyes swept over the remaining Samsara Players, his voice calm but sharp.
"What are you all waiting for? Move."
The Samsaras exchanged awkward glances, but they knew better than to defy him. Fenric was the Axe Gang leader now—if they didn't obey, he could crush them without hesitation.
This particular "Kung Fu Hustle" copy was already the Seventh Stage of the Samsara Tower.
By the time a Samsara reached this level, they usually had enough strength to secure a C-rank evaluation.
But for Fenric, C-rank Samsaras were nothing more than rookies.
For ordinary people, however, such Samsaras were terrifying monsters.
In fact, each one of these Samsara Players might not be any weaker than Coolie himself.
"This guy—leave him to me!"
A tall, wiry man stepped forward, cracking his knuckles. He walked toward the breakfast shop owner, smirking.
"Hey! Listen carefully! The one who will take your life today is named Luppy!"
The breakfast shop owner's expression darkened. Without another word, he swung his staff in a powerful horizontal arc toward Luppy.
Whack!
The staff struck Luppy's leg directly.
But then—
Something bizarre happened.
Luppy's leg didn't break. Instead, it bent unnaturally, twisting like rubber, absorbing the impact completely.
It was as if the staff had struck into a muddy swamp rather than a human limb.
Luppy grinned, unfazed.
The breakfast shop owner's face paled.
What the hell…?
This was the first time he had encountered something so unnatural.
"Let's try this again!"
The shop owner swung at Luppy's neck with even greater force.
Whack!
The staff bent around his rubbery neck, but Luppy's smile remained.
Fenric raised an eyebrow, mildly impressed.
"So… this guy has the abilities of the Rubber Fruit?"
The resemblance was uncanny.
However, Fenric could tell this man's mastery was still in its early stage. His strength was far from impressive—yet the potential was undeniable.
After all, the protagonist of One Piece, Monkey D. Luffy, had developed the Rubber Fruit's power to its fourth gear before Fenric crossed over.
If Luppy could grow like Luffy, his future strength could be monstrous.
'Damn, even his name. This guy is definitely an Otaku.'
Everyone knew the greatest weakness of the Rubber Fruit: sharp weapons like swords.
Blunt weapons, such as a wooden staff, could barely harm him.
No wonder Luppy dared to challenge the breakfast shop owner—his abilities countered him perfectly.
Unless the shop owner's staff had a spearhead, he was practically powerless.
After enduring several strikes, Luppy finally seized an opening. His fist shot forward, stretching unnaturally, and slammed directly into the shop owner's abdomen.
Wham! Wham! Wham!
The force of the blow was immense. The breakfast shop owner staggered backward, his face turning pale from the impact.
It wasn't just pain that gripped him—it was fear.
The man in front of him didn't feel human. He felt like a monster.
The surrounding crowd was equally stunned.
Except for Fenric and a few Samsaras, everyone else was frozen in disbelief.
Luppy pressed the advantage, chasing after the breakfast shop owner relentlessly.
With his rubber body, he completely countered the Bagua Stick techniques. Within moments, the shop owner was on the defensive, being driven back blow after blow.
Just as the situation became dire—
Clang!
A metallic sound rang our.
The tailor from the tailor's shop stepped forward, his shirt now removed, revealing arms wrapped in iron rings.
Iron Wire Fist!
The old tailor's strikes were like steel, and instead of attacking head-on, he grabbed Luppy's extended arms, twisting and entangling them with sheer strength.
In mere moments, Luppy was bound and twisted into a tight knot, unable to break free.
Now, all three masters—
Iron Wire Fist, Bagua Stick, and Twelve Kicks of Tam School—stood united, facing Fenric's forces.
"You three, go together!" Fenric ordered coldly, glancing at the Samsara Players.
The Samsaras hesitated for a moment, but under Fenric's sharp gaze, they immediately charged.
There were eight of them, all at least C-rank in strength. Against three injured masters, the outcome was clear.
Puff! Puff!
Within minutes, the three Pig Sty Alley masters were coughing blood, barely able to stand.
Fenric's eyes flickered toward the Landlord and Landlady, who were still pretending to be weak among the crowd. A faint smile curved his lips.
"Finish them off," he ordered flatly.
Fenric wasn't being cruel for cruelty's sake.
As the leader of the Axe Gang, he couldn't appear weak.
With the Third Master already dead, he needed to show overwhelming authority.
The three masters' deaths would serve as an example.
At Fenric's command, the Samsaras moved in, weapons raised.
The three masters exchanged desperate looks, knowing the end had come.
But then—
A woman in pajamas, cigarette dangling from her lips, appeared out of nowhere and stepped between them and the Samsaras.
She inhaled deeply, then unleashed a deafening roar—
"AHHHH!!!"
A sonic shockwave exploded outward.
Lion's Roar!