Unusual Fate Records

Chapter 19. Stalemate

The stumbling body caused Ito to feel pain.

She caught a glimpse of the horrified faces on the ground, and suddenly laughed:

"It turns out that everyone is the same; no matter how glorious they are in life, death is the end of it all."

“You are afraid too. The only reason you can torment me is by your own strength. You are afraid when faced with violence that is superior to yours. In the end, you are just as pathetic.”

"shut up!"

Eisuke Asuka slapped her hard across the face, then grabbed Ito's hands with his other hand and kicked away the obstacle in front of them in a frenzy.

With blood trickling from his lips, Ito continued, "When you're alive, you can be a tyrant, and a naive girl can be loved by everyone. But I was just clinging to life. In death, it's all the same. Ha...ha..."

Eisuke Asuka punched her in the stomach, and the girl groaned, blood trickling from her lips and teeth, as if she had been lifted up and placed on his shoulder like a sack.

"You forced me to do this."

Suddenly, the man with two guns in front stopped and raised his hand to block Eisuke Asuka's path: "Don't speak."

An inexplicable anger rose within Asuka Eisuke, a glint of fire flickering in his eyes, yet he still asked in a gentle voice:

"what happened?"

The man with the double guns suddenly lost his strength, half-kneeled down, and couldn't recover for a long time.

His breathing was heavy, his face was ashen, and he stood up and spat.

"Damn it, my clone died again."

……

"boom--"

The flames of the explosion spread like wildfire, as if a red-haired witch with her eyebrows and beard bristling were pushing rows of iron frames in all directions. The thick smoke swept through, and the surging mist seemed to summon the Grim Reaper.

Zuo Qianzi suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood and glanced up. The message she had painstakingly relayed, sent back to Otsu Masashige, was lying on the ground.

It looked like he was going to die.

Beside him lay the unconscious Yinmolu.

"What kind of monster is this..."

The surrounding gang members whispered among themselves, their voices filled with fear and unease.

Araki slowly walked back, his figure still imposing, like a giant tree.

A person was being held under his arm, blood streaming down their face, their bulging eyes unable to close.

tick.

Blood from between his fingers splattered along the floor.

"Naoki is no good either."

Araki's voice was devoid of joy or sorrow. His off-the-shoulder shirt was torn in three places, and the Oni Demon was perched on his shoulder, with dried blood on his bulging muscles.

The battle was fierce.

The hyena was impaled by its own throwing knife, pinned to the ground like a utensil fixed in a plate.

Naoki's machine gun ran out of ammunition, the barrel overheated and deformed, and the murder weapon left on the spot twisted into an arched arc.

The metal bullet was embedded in Naoki's flesh, and its powerful healing ability occasionally expelled red-plated metal.

Masashige Otsu's skull was weathered, and the flesh color was visible on the bleeding cross-section.

Koji saw the miserable state of everyone and his teeth chattered uncontrollably. The flames of revenge in his heart were doused with cold water, and he could not muster the slightest fighting spirit to bite back in the face of this monster.

He even had the illusion that he had escaped from this demon's clutches, and as Hattori said, how lucky he was.

Youthful ignorance eventually leads to facing harsh reality.

His sharpness and fighting spirit were worn down by wine, women, and flesh, leaving only a fierce but cowardly face, his edges roughened by reality.

"The dual-gunner self-destructed, his clone wrapped in TNT, taking that guy down with him."

Araki put Naoki down, with red lotuses swirling behind him and black smoke billowing out.

As if a hand had been released from its grip on their necks, everyone couldn't help but let out a long breath, their lungs filled with a cold, metallic smell.

"Notify them."

Everyone looked at Araki, and as long as he stood there, it seemed that even the bloodshed and carnage could be taken lightly.

"Take stock of the casualties and let the rest of the troops rest and recuperate."

The burly man with the knuckle duster glanced at the restaurant manager in the corner.

"The underground lab is yours, so you should take stock of it yourselves. The responsibility for the lack of supervision lies with me, but you haven't explained what enemies you've offended that would tempt someone of this caliber to risk their life to attack."

"In the 16th century, assassins and bounty hunters have been extinct for a long time. We don't know what kind of scum would openly challenge us."

The manager's face was stern, and his glasses gleamed with an orange-red light.

Araki gazed at the dead and wounded members of his gang, his lips pressed tightly together. After a long while, he sighed and said:

"The capital city is not peaceful anymore."

Explosions rang out, the red-hot iron frame creaked and cracked, and the paint on the floor peeled off, leaving a deep crater.

The flames, like a dancing giant beast, twisted and changed position.

A chilling white mist meandered from beneath the trees, forming jagged ice pillars that piled up and grew taller in front of the flames, slowly creating an ice wall as tall as a person.

Suddenly, a sudden change occurred.

Thick black smoke billowed up from the flames, like a lone wolf stirring up the air as it charged forward.

The black trench coat loomed large before everyone, sparks swirling around it. The half-crying, half-laughing mask shattered, revealing the newcomer's bloodied lips, no longer clean and white. Thick black smoke climbed up the mask, revealing a half-smiling face with upturned eyebrows and eyes, a mixture of black, red, and white, like a demon crawling out of hell.

"Fuck fuck fuck fuck!"

The manager's eyes widened, he turned around, and in a panic, slammed the emergency exit door behind him, his legs trembling.

The others had completely lost their will to fight and retreated shakily. If it weren't for Araki standing at the front, they might have already lost their composure and died.

"What a blessing."

Araki's veins bulged, his eyes flashed with ferocity, his knuckle dusters clenched tightly, and the sharp teeth and claws of the cannibalistic demon seemed to be crawling out from his arms.

"Alright."

He took a step forward, a chilling aura creeping from between his fingers onto his blood-stained brass knuckles. The instant he raised his fist, it erupted violently, his eyes wide with fury, his posture like a tiger descending a mountain:

"Then I'll personally see you off!"

The white frost, like a howling wind, clashed with the black smoke of war.

He thrust his long sword straight in, taking advantage of his weapon to advance deep into the enemy territory.

One inch long, one inch strong.

A short fist cannot stop a sharp blade, but frost crackles as it leaps up the elbow and arm, instantly forming an arm guard to block. Another fist strikes like lightning, a fast punch aimed straight at the face, the cold air flowing through the body along with the force of the punch.

Every inch shorter, every inch more dangerous.

Jin Ziyue dodged, but before his short fist could even graze his shoulder, it sent up a cloud of dust that mingled with the white frost.

Araki missed his target with a punch, but fortunately he hadn't gone all out, leaving himself room to change his move.

With a flick of his longsword, it crackled against the ice armor. In the brief moment of his movement, another attack came. Just then, his outstretched brass knuckles snapped back, like a tiger turning its head and sweeping its massive paws.

"Hey, hey."

A shout drew everyone's attention.

The gunman hunched over, hands in his pockets, and gestured with his mouth:

"Do you still want this person?"

Eisuke Asuka's claws hooked into Nana Yuki Ito's throat, tearing open her protective suit to reveal her white neck.

When the girl looked up, her pupils were unfocused. She glanced around blankly for a moment, then lowered her eyes and ignored it.

"You want to protect her, right? How about you bring something in exchange?"

The dual-wielder leaned close to the girl's face in an intimate gesture, then stared at the assassin who had distanced himself, and said:

"How about I give you my life?"

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