Tokyo people don't talk about Wude

Chapter 436, Section 433: Cut in half at the waist
On the stormy, cloud-top observation deck, the two once again engaged in a life-or-death struggle.

On one side is a crazed martial artist who is forcibly channeling the power of the five elements, pushing his body to the brink of collapse.

On the other side is a pseudo-god or demigod with six arms on his back, whose demonic nature and popular beliefs are intertwined and boiling.

The two sides clashed with swords and fists, creating a fierce battle with strong winds and flying blood and flesh!
"All Laws Return to Emptiness - The Decisive Battle of Wind and Clouds"

The wind is formless and colorless, yet it can encompass all things, transforming one into a thousand changes, and also transforming a thousand changes into one.

Hong Zhongjin's blood surged, his attack speed soaring to its limit, unleashing a torrent of swords, fists, and feet. His seemingly chaotic moves were, in fact, imbued with profound martial principles. Each strike was elusive and unpredictable, yet as devastating as a whirlwind.

Even a heavily armored tank would probably be overturned on the spot by his series of attacks, turning into a pile of flaming scrap metal!

However, despite such an attack, Ryujin Shinji still stood with his hands behind his back, looking calm and even disdainful of dodging.

After becoming a "god", his skin became as hard as iron, and conventional physical attacks were like throwing an egg against a rock, utterly futile.

He would only use his arms to block when the attack landed on his face or groin. And these six arms moved with the agility of spider legs, leaving no openings in sight.

Hong Zhongjin was naturally unwilling to accept this, and he was determined to tear a bloody path through this tightly sealed defense!
"All things return to emptiness; Heavenly thunder transforms—"

He let out a low growl, and his muscles convulsed wildly as if he had been electrocuted, his skin cracked open with streaks of blood, from which a large amount of foul blood splattered!

However, he didn't care at all. He exhaled a breath of turbid air and his figure disappeared from the spot like lightning.

In the history of martial arts, Bruce Lee, the founder of Jeet Kune Do, is hailed as one of the martial artists with the fastest striking speed.

Rumor has it that he would punch the electric grid to stimulate his nerves and improve his reaction time.

Hong Zhongjin used this principle to amplify the bioelectricity in his body through a special method of energy cultivation, putting himself in a state of concentration as if he were being electrocuted, thereby pushing his nerve responses beyond their limits.

With lightning speed, he circled behind Ryujin Shinazugin, his cleaver suddenly slashing upwards, the blade flashing diagonally, aimed straight for his groin!

"Pfft-!"

Blood erupted in a burst of light!
Although Ryujin instinctively clamped his legs together, he was a fraction too slow and was slashed in the groin by the blade, causing blood to gush out like a fountain!
Although his expression remained unchanged, his eyes instantly turned cold, and he turned around to retaliate.

"Hahaha, you who call yourself a god, in the end you can't let go of this two ounces of flesh, letting it become your weakness!" Hong Zhongjin laughed wildly, his figure flashed again, and in an instant he leaped on top of the other's head.

"boom--!"

A sudden elbow strike came from above, smashing down on the opponent's crown.

With a muffled cracking sound, Ryujin Shinazuma's head immediately caved in, and his eyes bulged slightly out.

"Snapped!!!"

Ryujin Shinazugin suddenly raised his hands, striking the top of his head with both palms. Unexpectedly, Kurenai Jin dodged again, causing him to strike empty air.

The crimson embers flickered again, circling him rapidly like a ghost, targeting his most vulnerable spots such as the eyes, throat, groin, joints, and fatal points. Each strike was focused on a single point, like a mosquito whose mouth had been transformed into a steel needle, determined to pierce this evil god with countless holes!

As for Ryūjin Ōmi, his six arms flailed wildly, yet he could not catch the afterimage of the rushing lightning. He was like a helpless, angry man being toyed with by a mosquito.

Unfortunately, Red Ember's state cannot be maintained for long.

The Divine Wind Undead are monsters who have broken free from the limitations of their brains and pushed their physical functions to the "limit." However, Crimson Ember is now forcing his body far beyond the "limit," which is an enormous burden even for an undead weapon.

Every second, his flesh and bones were collapsing and groaning, and his internal organs were burning and shrinking. Even if he simultaneously activated [Ten Thousand Trees Spring] to forcibly heal himself, it would be nothing more than a drop in the ocean.

He knew he was committing a suicidal act—to unleash a suicide tactic capable of burning even the undead to ashes.

But he had to fight at such a physical cost. Only in this way could he gain a slim chance of victory.

Because no matter life or death, success or failure, he would fight to the very end; he wanted to win!
This is his martial art, his way!

He must press on and defeat Ryuma Shinmain before he fully adapts to this powerful body!
"Old ghost, even if you activate the sacrifice ahead of time, I'll still blast you down!"

Hong Zhongjin flashed again, getting close to Long Zhen's back, and charged up to slash.

The blade flashed like a rainbow, tearing through the sky—

He used all his strength in that strike!
Through the previous few probing moves, he had figured out the weak gap between the joints of his opponent's neck—as long as he could strike with all his might, even a god would lose his head!

“Just like that, I’ll cut your head off—” But his words trailed off, as did the cleaver.

His blade had barely pierced half an inch into the other man's neck when the muscles in his forearm holding the knife exploded and the bones snapped, as if an overloaded metal part had collapsed at the critical point!
"Damn it. Why did it have to happen at this time?" He gritted his teeth, his eyes filled with resentment.

His will had not yet collapsed, but his body disobeyed and broke down first, causing him to fail at the crucial moment that would decide the outcome!
"Damn it, body. I command you, restore me!!"

Hong Zhongjin immediately roared angrily, urging his internal energy and blood to surge again. The ruptured parts of his body were restored at an astonishing speed, his flesh and blood surged, and his bones barely returned to their original positions.

He was able to gather his strength again and once again press the blade hard against the opponent's neck!

pity--

This momentary opening was enough to give Ryuma Shinazugin a fatal opportunity to react.

"Crack——!"

With a crisp sound, Hong Zhongjin's cleaver seemed to be stuck in a gap in the steel, unable to penetrate any further.

But the other party stiffened his neck, as if joking, and instantly locked the blade with his neck muscles and vertebrae.

The next moment, Ryujin Shinazugin bent one arm at a 90-degree angle in the opposite direction as if it had been dislocated, and grabbed at Kurenai Jin with his backhand.

"Damn it, get out—" Hong Zhongjin flashed away, trying to force his way out, but it was too late.

The bent hand pierced his shoulder like a steel hook, its fingertips piercing through his flesh and stabbing through his shoulder blade!
"Not bad, your performance and your struggles are quite admirable." Fushiin Ryujin smiled coldly, flipped his arm, and pulled Hong Zhongjin in front of him.

His remaining five arms pounced like venomous snakes, instantly clamping onto Hong Zhongjin's limbs and back, suspending him high in the air like a trophy.

Hong Zhongjin tried to struggle, but his life-risking [Heavenly Thunder Transformation] had already exhausted all his potential. Now, once the power was released, the backlash came like a flood. His whole body kept breaking and barely reforming, and he was as broken and powerless as a broken rag doll, unable to move even a single finger.

"I've wasted quite a bit of time adapting to the body of a [god]. And that's given you, you clown, a chance to shine." Ryujin Shinazugin looked down at him disdainfully, as if he were carrying a puppy.

"To tell you the truth, even if you were to cut off my head, it would be nothing but a futile struggle. How laughable is your desperate resistance, just like all the other fools who try to stop our Yamato Empire."

"..." Hong Zhongjin gritted his teeth, the backlash throughout his body was not yet over. If he activated his power, his barely healed bones and muscles would shatter again.

"Heh, you call yourself a wolf, but I've only ever seen a wild dog," Ryujin Fushiin sneered coldly.

"But be proud of the opportunity to showcase your talents before me, and then die contentedly."

Having said that, Ryujin Shinji suddenly released his grip, throwing the Crimson Ash into the air like a tattered sack.

His eyes flashed, and he made a gesture as if to draw a sword.

"You are honored. I have decided to bestow upon you a measure of respect, allowing you to witness the power of [God] before your death." Ryujin Shinazugin solemnly uttered, an almost tangible aura erupting from his body, causing even the air to distort violently as if begging for mercy.

"—Slay him."

Hong Zhongjin forced his eyes open. He recognized it as the "Heart Sword Intent Slash" that his opponent had used before.

Only this time——

In an instant, the whole world seemed to be frozen into a black and white canvas.

Then, the drawing paper was suddenly slashed diagonally at the waist of Hong Zhongjin!

"call out--!!!"

……

That night, all of Tokyo looked up at the sky and witnessed a spectacle that would be recorded in history:

—At the top of Tokyo Tower, a towering sword aura suddenly shot out, soaring straight into the sky!

This sword energy was like divine punishment, piercing through clouds and cutting through rain, shattering thunder and cleaving the sky!
In an instant, the rain stopped, the thunder ceased, the clouds collapsed, the sky cracked, and the stars shattered—

Even the climate has changed; the entire sky is like a curtain that has been forcibly torn open, leaving an eternal crack that runs through the heavens.

(End of this chapter)