Tokyo people don't talk about Wude

Chapter 431, Section 428: The Path to Divinity (4)

Red Ember moved forward through the quiet streets.
The Tokyo Tower drew ever closer, like a crimson demon.

Suddenly, he stopped in his tracks, because someone was blocking his way.

This person wields two swords, has a demonic face, and long, flowing hair, resembling a ghostly warrior.

Iwata Tou and, or rather, Kamikaze No. 4, stood blocking the way with their swords drawn.

"Heh~ Even now, you still want to be his dog?" Hong Zhongjin drew his cleaver from behind and sneered.

"However, I wouldn't mind having an appetizer before the main course, and then chopping off your dog's head~"

Although Hong Zhongjin's strength is not what it used to be, he knows he cannot be careless.

He had to finish the battle quickly, otherwise the other Kamikaze warriors would soon come to his aid, putting him at a disadvantage of fighting against many opponents.

However, just as he was about to make his move, dozens of figures ran out from the streets and alleys and stood behind Hong Zhongjin.

Kamikaze 4 also paused for a moment, letting out a low growl.

"Yo, Kyushu~ Makoto~" Miyamoto Aki, dressed in a tight-fitting outfit, walked briskly to Hong Zhongjin's side and drew a katana:

"I never thought I'd have the chance to fight alongside you again. I've missed you so much this past year!"

"..." Hong Zhongjin glanced at him and frowned slightly.

"Be careful, Master!" Nan Hehui stood beside Miyamoto Aki and drew his katana as well. "Um... Lord Kyushu, although I don't know what to say, it's a pleasure to see you again."

At the same time, dozens of dark figures behind them drew their knives.

They were formed at the suggestion of Miyamoto Aki, and their mission tonight is to deal with Kamikaze No. 4 "Swordsman".

Kagari Otonashi also agreed to the plan and even found dozens of specially made soul-forged weapons for them from the KJ organization's warehouse.

She believed that the sword-wielding squad could definitely hold off Kamikaze 4, after all, there was a key figure in this team.

"Brother." A boy stepped forward, his voice trembling, with a hint of a sob in it:

"Brother, is it really you? Brother!"

Iwata walked quickly to the streetlight, the cold light shining on his pale face, reflecting an unprecedented sadness.
Upon seeing the boy's face, Kamikaze No. 4 swayed slightly, its breathing becoming extremely heavy.

"Gurgle. Caw. Caw." A low, beast-like growl escaped his throat, as if he were trying to remember something, forcing himself to utter a familiar name:
"Coo coo. Ah. Ah. MiMitsuMitsuru (full)."

"Full! Full! Full! Aa ...
Seeing this, Miyamoto Aki became excited and immediately drew his sword to meet him: "Hahaha! Iwata Towa! Fight me! This is the most exciting moment of our lives! Makoto, you join in too! With you here, this excitement will be doubled or even tripled! Hahahaha!"

Nan Hehui sighed helplessly, then turned to Hong Zhongjin and said:

"Lord Kyushu, do not worry about us. Continue toward Tokyo Tower! That woman said that's where you will ultimately face your enemy!"

After saying that, he shouted "Charge!" and joined the other swordsmen in attacking Kamikaze No. 4.

Hong Zhongjin, no longer lingering, turned and walked towards Tokyo Tower.

The rest of the journey went smoothly, and no further enemies could be described as "obstacles".

"We've got Kamikaze No. 2 Hercules and Kamikaze No. 3 Kingslayer Spear in check!" Kagari Otonashi reported the real-time battle situation.

"Number Two is a member of the Miyake family. We've kidnapped his family members, which should be enough to hold him off for a while."

"As for number three, Elizabeth is currently in charge of drawing him away. She has also received enhancements in soul science before, and with the help of the [Sage's Elixir], she can buy you some time."

Hong Zhongjin nodded and then asked, "What about Number One?"

No sooner had he spoken than he saw a lean figure slowly walk out from the foot of Tokyo Tower, skipping along.

"In front of you, [Blood Finger]~" Kagari Otonashi reminded, "If there's only one, it shouldn't be too difficult to deal with, right?"

"Heh, let's start with something appetizing~" Hong Zhongjin twisted his arm and walked quickly toward the other person.

Kamikaze No. 1 was only wearing a pair of loose boxing pants, with his upper body completely naked, revealing his well-defined muscles and festering, corpse-like skin.

He clenched his fists and skillfully swung them in the air, his knuckle dusters gleaming coldly in the moonlight.

Hong Zhongjin was not to be outdone. He untied all his belts, threw his greatsword, cleaver, and bomb gun on the ground, and charged at Kamikaze No. 1 with his bare hands.

The two men were filled with murderous intent, and they clashed immediately upon meeting.

"Don't you dare get past me! Die!" Kamikaze No. 1's eyes flashed with ferocity as he stepped forward and threw three left jabs to test the waters, followed by a powerful right whip kick.

"Ha~ You call yourself a Fist Saint, and you've even learned to use your legs now~" Hong Zhongjin's arms moved up and down, seemingly showing some traces of ancient Chinese martial arts, nimbly deflecting the opponent's attacks like a serpent:
"You must have been sent by that old ghost to guard this place. It's a pity your good companions won't come to your aid anymore. And your proud fist techniques are nothing but child's play in front of me."

The two exchanged blows, and in the blink of an eye, they had exchanged more than a dozen moves under the moonlight.

Kamikaze No. 1 still employed his meticulously honed Bushido style of kung fu, his punches as fast as lightning, a mix of feints and real attacks, yet also carrying a suicidal ferocity.

In their last encounter, Hong Zhongjin clashed head-on with him using swords and spears, but still lost. He had no choice but to rely on verbal taunts to disrupt the opponent's mind, which gave him an opportunity to counterattack.

This time, however, not only did Hong Zhongjin drop his weapon and fight him hand-to-hand, but they also fought to a standstill.

Faced with Kamikaze No. 1's punches, which were like three-edged bayonets, Red Ember adopted a close-quarters style resembling Tai Chi.

Tai Chi Chuan is considered the most highly regarded ancient Chinese martial art today.

Modern cultural workers and martial arts practitioners have hailed Tai Chi as a divine martial art that "uses stillness to control movement and softness to overcome hardness." However, in actual combat, Tai Chi has been repeatedly defeated by modern fist and foot techniques, quickly becoming a laughing stock.

However, in Hong Zhongjin's view, Tai Chi, like other ancient martial arts, has its own strengths and merits. The reason it was easily defeated by modern martial arts is simply because some people forced it into the modern era before it could adapt to the new era, allowing the "young people" on the new stage to ambush and bully it.

Hong Zhongjin, unlike many fools in the world, would not deny the value of these ancient martial arts entirely!
In his view, the "receive, neutralize, and release" techniques of Tai Chi are enough to easily crush Kamikaze-1's boxing skills.

After a brief probing, Hong Zhongjin had already figured out the combat rhythm of Shenfeng-1.

"All Laws Return to Emptiness - Water Control Spell—" Hong Zhongjin silently chanted in his heart, and his body posture suddenly changed. His body suddenly became incredibly flexible, his waist twisted as gracefully as a jellyfish, and his arms danced lightly like seaweed in the water.

Like water—these two words are enough to describe his current demeanor.

"Ah!!" Kamikaze No. 1 leaped forward, throwing three jabs in quick succession, aiming precisely at Hong Zhongjin's face, abdomen, and lower abdomen, before following up with a powerful rear-hand punch.

Hong Zhongjin snorted coldly, and skillfully deflected most of the force of the first three punches with his palms.

Just as Kamikaze No. 1 unleashed its rear cannon punch, Hong Zhongjin suddenly spread his arms and pressed his body to the side to dodge. He used the Bagua Swimming Step's Swimming Dragon Piercing Body to narrowly avoid the punch that tore through the air, and took the opportunity to circle around behind his opponent.

"Ah!" Kamikaze No. 1 roared and steadied himself. He then turned around and elbowed Hong Zhongjin straight at his face.

But before his elbow strike could fully materialize, Hong Zhongjin reached out and blocked his elbow with a palm strike.

An elbow strike that should have been enough to blow someone's head off was like a bullet that was blocked halfway through its flight in the chamber, unable to gain sufficient acceleration, and its lethality was reduced by nearly 80%.

This is the profound meaning of "transformation" in Tai Chi. The essence of "transformation" is not to neutralize the opponent's full-force attack, but to neutralize it before the force of their move is fully formed. It's like pouring a non-Newtonian fluid into the muzzle of the opponent's gun, leaving them with bullets but unable to fire, with power but nowhere to release it.

With his movements blocked by a palm strike, Shenfeng No. 1's face contorted in a ferocious expression. He instinctively tried to turn around in another direction and deliver another backfist.

However, Hong Zhongjin had already seen through the opponent's intentions and naturally wouldn't give him the chance.

"All laws return to emptiness, conceal the edge of action—" Hong Zhongjin's eyes were sharp, and his soft, water-like body instantly tensed, transforming into a sharp, unsheathed steel blade.

With his other hand, he brought his five fingers together in a katana shape and stabbed straight at Kamikaze-1's lower back.

"Pfft-!"

Five fingers pierced into the other's skin and flesh as easily as cutting butter, and then with a horizontal slash, "plop," a deep, bone-revealing ravine was cut into the lower back!
"Ouch!" Kamikaze No. 1 felt pain in his lower back, and his muscles were temporarily severed, preventing him from exerting force. He had no choice but to abandon the idea of ​​turning around and counterattacking, and instead took a step forward to try to create distance.

"Haha, as a samurai, you expose your back to the enemy and flee in a sorry state? That's exactly the way of the warriors of you Japanese beasts!" Hong Zhongjin sneered, without finishing his action.

As soon as Kamikaze-1 took a step forward, it felt a sharp pain in its lower body and couldn't help but groan.

He looked down and saw that Hong Zhongjin had seized the opportunity to kick him upwards, hitting his manhood in a vital spot and hooking his groin with his foot, making it impossible for him to escape.

"Boxer, get on the ground and fight!" Hong Zhongjin sneered, hooking his front leg back and then kicking with a cross-legged motion, striking his opponent's side knee.

"Let me see if you can still maintain the dignity of a Yamato samurai when you're being pinned to the ground and tossed around!"

Kamikaze No. 1 was hit repeatedly in the lower body, and finally its legs went weak, causing it to stagger and kneel on the ground.

For a boxer, being pinned to the ground is a major taboo. But just as he was about to get up, Red Ember pounced on him, its limbs quickly wrapping around him like octopus tentacles.

"All laws return to emptiness, earth dragons roam—" Hong Zhongjin embraced Shenfeng No. 1 and they tumbled and rolled on the ground, their battle creating a cloud of dust, just like earth dragons turning over the soil.

Kamikaze No. 1 struggled with all its might, and each time it seemed about to break free from its opponent, it was entangled and pressed back to the ground.

This guy is practically rooted to the ground, constantly entangled with his roots!
"Get out of here! Let go!" After several twists and turns, he was grabbed by the waist by Hong Zhongjin and could only desperately punch him from behind.

"Haha, go ahead and bark, you dog!" Hong Zhongjin, though covered in blood after being accidentally punched in the face, laughed heartily.
"That way, when I use that move on you, it will be more dramatic!"

"Ah!" Kamikaze No. 1 used its remaining strength to break free from Hong Zhongjin's embrace around the lower back.

But just as he was about to turn over and create some distance, Hong Zhongjin reached out and hugged him again.

This time, Hong Zhongjin wasn't hugging the opponent's waist, but rather one of their thighs.

The two bodies were now intertwined in a cross shape, and Hong Zhongjin then wrapped his legs around the other's other thigh.

By the time Kamikaze 1 realized what was about to happen, it was too late.

The red embers coiled around his body, forming a strangulation technique called "anal fissure strangulation".

This joint lock causes the victim's legs to spread to their maximum extent, resulting in hip dislocation and ligament rupture.

The way the victim is bound is extremely shameful, like a prostitute with her legs spread wide open, which is the ultimate humiliation for a martial artist!

"Ah! Ah—! Ahhh!" Kamikaze No. 1 initially tried to break free, but the chokehold had already been applied, and he was powerless to change the situation. He could only let out a pig-like scream, and his right hand subconsciously slapped the ground.

But this isn't a ring fight, and Hong Zhongjin's actions are far more complex than simply snapping joints.

"Crack—ripping!" Hong Zhongjin decisively broke both hip joints of Shenfeng No.1, and then pulled hard, actually tearing off the opponent's entire leg.

Hong Zhongjin turned around, dislocated his other wobbly leg, then rolled up and used a Kimura lock on his right arm.

Several more snapping sounds followed, and Kamikaze-1's two arms were also detached, temporarily dismantling it into a human-like state.

"Ah—ah! Ah!" Kamikaze No. 1 rolled and struggled on the ground, letting out a humiliating roar.

"Haha! Your pig-like appearance is quite fitting for the title of 'Yamato Fist Saint'!" Hong Zhongjin grinned, reached out and grabbed the other's neck to lift him up.

"Well then~ I've had my fill of the appetizers. Time to say goodbye to your immortality." Hong Zhongjin grinned, his voice growing heavier.
May death allow you to achieve your full potential.

Hong Zhongjin opened his mouth and bit down on Kamikaze-1's head, while his other hand reached for its chest.

A sound of flesh and blood tearing apart rang out.

Kamikaze No. 1: Horiguchi Kanehide's death was extremely gruesome; his body was missing all five parts, his chest was wide open, and his heart was empty.

He was abandoned on the roadside; the whole of Tokyo was his grave.

"Sizzle sizzle sizzle—"

Without warning, a light rain began to fall from the sky.

Hong Zhongjin shouldered his weapon again and stepped onto Tokyo Tower without looking back.

(End of this chapter)