Chapter 58: The Hand's Trump Card, Gorgon
Yesterday, New York was drenched in blood. All five leaders of the Hand fell by Jiang Feng's hands.
And today, in Kyoto, Japan, he descended like a god from the heavens—
bringing death straight to the Hand's core stronghold.
Such lightning-fast, decisive action left even these highly trained ninjas utterly unprepared.
The Hand had no chance to gather intelligence.
The "Five Fingers" hadn't even managed to send out a single useful message.
The Kyoto branch of the Hand was caught completely off guard.
At this moment, the masked ninjas still had no idea what kind of being they were facing.
Jiang Feng gazed coldly at the heavy metal gate before him.
"A crude trick—still stuck in the age of primitives."
A mere metal door, and they thought it could stop him? What a joke.
Several Iron Armors raised their arms in unison, the reactors on their chests bursting with blinding white light.
Buzz!
A barrage of devastating pulse cannons fired simultaneously, slamming into the gate.
Temperatures soared to thousands of degrees in an instant.
A violent shockwave tore through the corridor like a tsunami.
The Hand's so-called last line of defense was utterly useless under the crushing power of modern technology.
Boom!
With a deafening roar, the entire gate melted and collapsed—
turning into countless droplets of molten red metal that splattered in all directions like fiery rain.
In the dim tunnel, the molten sparks bloomed brilliantly—
beautiful yet deadly.
"Ahhh—help!"
A few ninjas, unable to dodge in time, were splashed by the molten liquid.
In an instant, their bodies ignited in flames.
They rolled and screamed on the ground like living torches,
their agonized cries echoing down the narrow passage, chilling to the bone.
"I hope the Reincarnation Space gives me some worthwhile rewards."
Jiang Feng watched the inferno before him expressionlessly,
as if the hellish scene had nothing to do with him.
Leading his iron army, he advanced into the core area of the Hand's base,
ready to complete the final sweep and erase their remnants from existence.
But just then—
Whoosh!
A flash of cold light shot from the shadows like lightning,
accompanied by a sharp whistling sound.
It was a gleaming katana.
The strike carried terrifying power—
it pierced straight through the abdomen armor of one Iron Armor, embedding itself deep inside.
The impact sent the armor staggering midair,
but being a machine, it remained functional.
Its core systems were intact; it could still fight.
"Interesting… to penetrate my armor—you must be quite the opponent."
Jiang Feng narrowed his eyes.
Hovering in the air, he ignored the blood-soaked carnage below.
He turned his head toward the direction the blade had come from.
From the deep shadows, a tall, imposing figure slowly stepped out.
He was a towering man, nearly as tall as Jiang Feng,
wearing a white, traditional long robe.
His black hair hung loosely over his shoulders,
and his face was covered by a blood-red mask that concealed only his eyes.
In both hands, he gripped a pair of razor-sharp katanas.
His appearance bore a faint resemblance to Yone from League of Legends.
"Looks familiar… I think they call him Gorgon?
So the Hand really did keep a trump card hidden."
Jiang Feng quickly searched his memory.
In the Marvel Universe, Gorgon was not among the most famous of the top-tier beings,
but he was a formidable powerhouse nonetheless—
one of the Hand's ultimate assassins.
That earth-shattering strike just now had been his doing.
His strength was far beyond that of any ordinary human,
completely incomparable to the low-level ninjas Jiang Feng had wiped out earlier.
"Well, at least I've finally found a worthy opponent."
A smirk tugged at the corner of Jiang Feng's lips,
his eyes burning with long-lost battle spirit.
He descended from the air,
the thrusters on his armor roaring as he plummeted like a meteor.
Boom!
Jiang Feng and Gorgon faced each other head-on.
The air between them grew thick with killing intent—
the calm before a deadly storm.
"Who exactly are you?" Gorgon's voice carried both weight and caution.
"Why are you exterminating the Hand?
We have no past grudges nor enmity.
If there's been some misunderstanding, perhaps we can sit down and talk."
As the Hand's strongest guardian in Japan,
Gorgon's power surpassed even the Five Fingers.
He was the Hand's true ace.
Yet even he couldn't suppress the unease creeping into his heart.
Anyone who could single-handedly slaughter their way here was no ordinary foe.
"Heh… spare me the nonsense," Jiang Feng sneered,
his tone dripping with mockery.
"I'm already at your doorstep, and you still think we can talk?
Do you really believe that's possible?"
The moment his words fell—
Jiang Feng moved like lightning,
launching a sudden, thunderous punch straight at Gorgon.
The blow carried unstoppable force,
a terrifying power capable of shattering mountains.
Jiang Feng's physical strength was already beyond human limits,
and with the amplification of his blue-grade Iron Armor,
his might was godlike.
"Damn it!"
In that split second, Gorgon reacted on pure battle instinct—
crossing his twin blades in front of him to block.
Bang!
The instant fist met blade,
a shockwave exploded outward, sweeping through the chamber like a hurricane.
Gorgon felt an overwhelming force crash through his arms,
sending him hurtling backward like a cannonball.
His feet carved deep trenches into the ground as he skidded back over ten meters before regaining balance.
Both his arms trembled from the impact, half-numb from the shock.
"What terrifying strength… what kind of monster is this man?"
His heart churned with disbelief.
There was no longer any illusion of negotiation—
only the grim certainty of a battle to the death.
"In that case…"
Gorgon took a deep breath.
His entire aura transformed—
gone was the cautious probing from before.
Now he stood sharp and resolute, like an unsheathed sword.
"Then show me what you're truly capable of!"
With a fierce roar, Gorgon surged forward,
his twin blades weaving a deadly dance of steel.
Each strike came like a storm—swift, precise, and lethal,
aimed directly at Jiang Feng's vital points.
But Jiang Feng moved effortlessly,
gliding between the attacks as though taking a stroll in the park.
His movements were fluid as the wind—
each dodge precise by a hair's breadth,
as if he were sparring for practice, not fighting for his life.
To Gorgon's growing dread, Jiang Feng suddenly began to counter with his fists.
His punches were like dragons—
each motion filled with profound martial rhythm,
an ancient, primal strength flowing through every strike.
"This technique… Qi Sha Fist?!"
Gorgon's pupils shrank to pinpoints,
his voice trembling with disbelief.
"You're from Kunlun? No… impossible!
Where did you learn that technique?!"
Recognition struck him like a bolt of lightning.
Kunlun—
the sacred land of martial arts,
a lineage of ancient cultivation spanning a million years.
Its disciples pursued enlightenment through pure martial essence,
rejecting reliance on technology or weapons.
For someone wearing advanced armor to use a Kunlun technique—
there could only be one explanation.
The mysterious intruder had slaughtered the Hand's New York branch,
and in the process, must have seized Kunlun's secret arts as spoils of war.
Realization dawned on Gorgon,
and a cold dread washed over him like falling into an endless abyss.