Solving the case: Combining the police dog's olfactory genes at the beginning

Dark Moon Asura's body flew horizontally into the air.

He didn't jump up on his own; Luo Fei grabbed his leg and forcefully swung him up.

His body traced a horizontal arc in the air, the hem of his kimono unfurling behind him like a flag. He waved his hands wildly in the air, trying to grab something to steady himself, but he couldn't grasp anything.

Luo Fei's arm began to rotate. He grabbed Dark Moon Asura's leg and swung him around like a stick.

Dark Moon Asura's body spun once, twice, three times in the air—his body became a blurry shadow as it spun at high speed, the fabric of his kimono rustling in the air, and his hair standing on end due to centrifugal force.

The wind howled sharply into his ears, and his vision spun rapidly, turning into a blur of colors. The sky, the ground, the pine trees, and the square flashed by before his eyes, making it impossible to distinguish one from another.

On the fourth lap, Luo Fei let go.

His five fingers sprang off Dark Moon Asura's calf at the same instant, and the blood droplets on his fingertips were flung out by centrifugal force, drawing five dark red lines in the air.

The moment Dark Moon Asura lost its grip, it flew out along the tangential direction like a stone thrown by a catapult.

How fast did his body fly out? His body rubbed against the air, creating a whooshing sound. The hem of his kimono was torn open by the airflow, and the sound of the fabric tearing was briefly heard before being drowned out by the wind.

His flight path was a slightly curved parabola, stretching from the center of the square all the way to the half-meter-thick pine tree at the edge of the square.

Dark Moon Asura's eyes widened to their maximum.

He saw the pine tree rapidly approaching him, and the double-edged knife embedded in its trunk, reflecting a dark silver light in the volcanic ash. The blade was set into the trunk, the edge pointing upwards, the tip angled towards the sky.

Dark Moon Asura's pupils contracted sharply, and he opened his mouth as if to shout something, but the wind blocked his voice from his throat.

His chest struck the blade.

The blade of the double-edged sword cut into the center of his chest, through his sternum, through his mediastinum, through his heart, and out through his back.

The blade made a dull thud as it pierced his body; the sound wasn't loud, but it was exceptionally clear in the deathly silent square.

The blade protruded about twenty centimeters from his back, and was covered in dark red blood that dripped down the blade and onto the tree trunk.

Dark Moon Asura's body continued to slide forward due to inertia, and the blade continued to cut deeper into his body until his chest completely crashed into the tree trunk before stopping.

His body hung from the tree trunk, the blade piercing right through his heart, cutting it in two. Blood gushed from the ventricle, flowing out along the blood grooves on either side of the blade.

His hands hung at his sides, his fingers twitching slightly, his nails scratching shallow marks on the tree bark. His feet were about half a meter off the ground, toes pointing down, and volcanic ash stuck to the soles of his shoes was being blown away by the wind.

His eyes were still open. Those usually cold eyes held no emotion at this moment—no fear, no anger, no resentment, nothing at all.

His pupils were slowly dilating, the light in his eyes dimming little by little, like an oil lamp whose wick had been extinguished. His mouth was open, and a trickle of dark red blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, flowing down his chin and dripping onto the collar of his kimono.

Dark Moon Shura, the second-ranked superhuman in the Divine Wind Bureau, was pierced through the heart by his own sword and hung from a pine tree trunk, where he died.

The wind suddenly picked up in the square. Volcanic ash was whipped up by the wind and swirled in the air. The grayish-white dust settled on Dark Moon Asura's still-warm corpse, on his hair, and on his open eyes.

After a three-second silence, the live stream exploded.

The scrolling of comments on the screen was so fast that individual words were impossible to read. The dense barrage of comments surged like layers of colorful waves, completely obscuring the screen.

Gift effects exploded on the screen—rockets, castles, diamonds, airplanes, luxury cars, colorful effects one after another, the screen lit up and flashed.

"Dead! Dead! Dead! Dark Moon is dead!!!"

"He got stabbed to death by his own knife, hahaha, karma!"

"Captain Luo is awesome! Captain Luo is awesome! Captain Luo is awesome!"

"Disarm the knife bare-handed, swing it, throw it, and take him away in one go."

"This is the second-best in the Kamikaze Bureau? This is it???"

"Those who offend China, no matter how far away, will be punished—this is what we mean by 'we will do'."

"It's so satisfying to have the Xuanji Group's revenge taken and hang them on a tree!"

"Wasn't Dark Moon so arrogant just now? Now it's hanging in a tree like a bird."

"A single stab to the heart, and he's dead."

"Captain Luo is invincible, no arguments allowed."

"I watched the replay of those leg-grabbing and swinging attacks ten times."

"The speed was so fast that the footage was blurry."

"Dark Moon's kicks were actually quite powerful, it's a pity he ran into Captain Luo."

"In the face of absolute power, all fancy tricks are meaningless."

The gift data in the bottom right corner of the live stream was jumping wildly. The total amount of gifts Luo Fei received was visibly increasing—35 million, 36 million, 37 million.

The numbers were jumping so fast that the numbers displayed by the system were blurry, and it was impossible to tell what each number was when they were stacked together. People in the live chat were shouting "Send gifts to Captain Luo!" "Send them like crazy!" "I sent ten rockets!" "I sent twenty castles!"

Luo Fei stood in the center of the square, patting the ash off his hands. He glanced at the Dark Moon Asura hanging from the tree trunk, then took two steps toward the pine tree. His shoes left two clear footprints on the bluestone slabs amidst the volcanic ash.

He stopped three steps away from the pine tree, tilted his head to look at Dark Moon Asura's face, which was still warm, and then spat on the bluestone slab at his feet.

The saliva landed on the stone slab, creating a small crater in the grayish-white volcanic ash.

Then he turned around.

His body spun halfway in place, his right foot turning ninety degrees on the volcanic ash on the stone slab, his left foot following suit, and his shoulder leading his entire upper body to face the direction of Tianyu Shencang.

He raised his head, the killing intent in his eyes not yet completely subsided, the cold light that had burned when he killed Dark Moon Asura still lingering deep within his pupils. Tianyu Shencang stood still.

He stood at the other end of the square, his feet on the bluestone slabs, with his strangely shaped long knife stuck in the ground beside him, the tip of the knife inserted about two centimeters deep into the crack of the stone slab.

He placed his hands on the end of the hilt of his sword, rested his chin on the back of his hands, and watched the battle between Luo Fei and Dark Moon Shura the entire time, his expression never changing.

He saw Hana Yu Xianmaru have his head kicked off by Luo Fei, saw Sasaki Kojiro have his face smashed by Luo Fei's punch, saw Onishi Takijiro be cut in half at the waist by An Yue Shura, and then saw An Yue Shura have his sword taken by Luo Fei and thrown into a tree, where he died with his heart pierced through.

Of the four superhumans, three died at Luo Fei's hands, and one at Dark Moon Asura's, all within ten minutes. Yet, Tianyu Shencang's eyes showed no fear, no panic, not even a hint of tension.

The upturned corner of his mouth was still there, exactly the same as before.

Luo Fei raised his right arm, extended his index finger, and pointed it straight at Tianyu Shencang. His arm was outstretched, his index finger aimed at Tianyu Shencang's brow, and his fingertip remained motionless in the volcanic ash-filled air.

“I’m here today,” Luo Fei’s voice wasn’t loud, but every word pierced the howling wind in the square, “to take your head.”

Tenyu Kamikura blinked. He tilted his head, his neck making a slight cracking sound, then straightened up, removing his hands from the hilt of the sword and gripping it with his right hand.

He didn't pull the knife out of the crack in the stone slab; he just stood there, gripping the hilt, looking at Luo Fei.

He spoke a sentence.

He spoke in Japanese, his voice deep and powerful, each syllable seeming to resonate from his chest. His speech was slow, but each word carried a heavy, oppressive weight. After he finished speaking, he looked at Luo Fei, waiting for his reaction.

Luo Fei didn't understand a single word.

But he could roughly guess what the other party was talking about—nothing more than "I've been waiting for you for a long time" or "Today I can finally have a match with you."

Luo Fei's gaze lingered for a moment on Tian Yu Shen Cang's face, which was significantly larger than that of an ordinary person, before moving downwards, sweeping over his unbelievably broad shoulders, his thick, tree-stump-like neck, his bulging pectoral muscles, and his muscular arms.

A scene flashed through Luo Fei's mind. It was a surveillance video he had seen on the screen in the intelligence room—in the video, Tianyu Shencang was standing on the playground of the Kamikaze Bureau training base, with a standard-sized basketball hoop in front of him.

The base of the basketball hoop is made of cast iron and filled with cement. The entire basketball hoop, including the base, weighs at least 200 kilograms.

In the video, Tenyu Kamakura bent down, grabbed the edge of the basketball hoop base with both hands, and then straightened up, lifting the entire basketball hoop off the ground as if it were an empty cardboard box.

The expansion bolts on the basketball hoop base tore four holes in the cement floor, and chunks of cement flew far away.

Then he swung his arms and threw the 200-kilogram basketball hoop into the air. The basketball hoop somersaulted several times in the air, flying at least seven or eight meters high, before crashing down onto the playground. The steel pipes bent, and the backboard shattered all over the ground.

When Luo Fei saw this scene in the video, he knew that this person's strength was no less than his own.

He can casually lift a 200-kilogram basketball hoop and throw it seven or eight meters into the air with such ease that it shows his maximum strength is far more than that.

Moreover, in that video, Tenyu Kamikura didn't even breathe heavily. After throwing the basketball hoop, he dusted off his hands, turned around and walked away at a moderate pace, his breathing as steady as if nothing had happened.

Sato Masahiko stood next to Luo Fei and said something in his usual calm tone that Luo Fei remembered deeply: "Only Tianyu himself knows his true strength. Because so far, no one has been able to force him to use his full strength."

Luo Fei stared at the giant who was a head taller than him, quickly calculating in his mind. Hana Yu Xianmaru was the first to go, and the weakest. Sasaki Kojiro was the second; his speed was top-notch, but his strength and defense were far inferior.

Dark Moon Shura was the second to enter the fray. His swordsmanship was superb, and his speed and strength surpassed those of Saki Kojiro. Moreover, he admitted that he killed the members of the Xuanji Group, which shows that his strength was enough to overwhelm the five members of the Xuanji Group.

The order of appearance is from weakest to strongest. The fact that Tenyu Kamikura was the last one standing still speaks volumes – he is the strongest among them.

Moreover, Tenyu Kamikura was just watching the show from beginning to end.

He was watching when Hana Yu Xianmaru died, he was watching when Sasaki Kojiro died, he was watching when Onishi Takijiro was cut in two by An Yue Shura, and he was watching when An Yue Shura was thrown into a tree by Luo Fei and died with his heart pierced.

His eyes were filled with excitement from beginning to end, but it wasn't the excitement that came from fear; rather, it was the kind of excitement a hunter would show after finally finding prey worth hunting.

He wasn't worried about Hana Yujianmaru and the others dying, nor did he care that Onishi Takijiro would be killed by his own people. The only thing he cared about was whether Luo Fei was strong enough and worth his time.

Luo Fei took a deep breath. Volcanic ash filled his nostrils, carrying a pungent sulfurous smell. He slowly exhaled, the white mist drifting in front of him for less than a second before being dispersed by the wind.

He admitted to himself that if he hadn't obtained the Lightning Technique, he might not have dared to challenge this guy. Judging from what he had seen so far, Tenyu Kamikura's strength, speed, and reaction time were all on par with his own.

Moreover, his enormous body wasn't just bloated; it was the result of solid muscle and bone. The same force that would be fatal to an ordinary person might only cause him a slight pain.

This kind of physical disparity cannot be overcome by skill.

The viewers in the live stream also sensed the change in atmosphere. When Dark Moon Shura died, the chat was overwhelmingly celebratory, but when the camera switched to the giant face of Tianyu Shencang, the atmosphere in the chat clearly changed.

"This giant has been standing there the whole time, not flinching at all."

He watched his teammates die one by one without even flinching.

"Either they're cold-blooded or so confident they don't need teammates."

"I think it's the latter; the way he looked at Captain Luo was like he was looking at prey."

"How much strength did Captain Luo use to fight Dark Moon? Does he still have the strength to fight this giant?"

"This guy is a head taller than Dark Moon, and his shoulders are twice as wide as Captain Luo's."

"Look, his knife is even bigger than Dark Moon's from before."

"Sakura Country must have fielded their teams from weakest to strongest, right? This giant is definitely going to be the grand finale."

"The final act means the strongest one."

"Go, Captain Luo! No matter who he is, we believe in you!"

In the intelligence room, Chen Xuanran stood in front of the screen, his hands gripping the edge of the table. His fingers unconsciously tightened on the surface, his nails scratching shallow white marks. (End of Chapter)