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

"Captain Luo is still incredibly calm, not even his breathing has faltered."

"Luo Fei's stamina is terrifying! He's been fighting for so long and he's completely unharmed."

"Isn't this Captain Luo's tactic? Wearing down the opponent from the very beginning."

"Got it, got it. Captain Luo knows he's weaker than his opponent, so he's deliberately playing a war of attrition."

"Tenyu Kamikura's weight is his fatal weakness; high output comes with high consumption."

"Captain Luo is using his brain in this battle! He's amazing!"

"To wage a war of attrition, you have to drag it out until the enemy can't hold on any longer."

"Go, Captain Luo! We have a chance!!!"

Gifts started flooding the live stream screen. Rockets shot up from the bottom of the screen, strings of golden stars exploded on the screen, and various special effects made the image almost unrecognizable.

The amount of tips is skyrocketing, with the numbers changing so fast that the eyes can't keep up.

A user with the ID "Luo's Iron Fan Xiao Wang" sent a hundred rockets in one go, filling the screen with rocket effects forming a golden line. He posted a comment: "Seeing Luo win makes me happier than winning the lottery! Go Luo, kill that big guy!!"

Another user with the ID "Sakura Country Escaped Sakura Girl" also sent fifty castles, with the comment: "Captain Luo is so handsome ahhh, so handsome and strong, I'm dead."

"Go Luo Fei!"

"Captain Luo is awesome!"

"The number one person in the Great Xia Dynasty!"

"Defeat Tenyu Kamikura and you'll become a legend!"

The chat was flooded with comments, and the special effects of the gifts covered the entire screen. The number of viewers in the live stream surged again, from 450 million to 480 million, and it continued to rise.

Luo Fei and Tianyu Shencang fought for a while longer.

Tenyu Kamikura's movements are getting slower and slower.

His punching speed was slower than when they first started fighting. Although it was still too fast for an ordinary person to see, Luo Fei could feel the difference. Just now, his punching speed was about 0.1 seconds per punch, but now it was about 0.13 seconds per punch, a decrease of 0.03 seconds.

This gap was fatal enough in combat. Luo Fei's fists began to increasingly penetrate Tianyu Shencang's defenses and strike his body.

Luo Fei's right fist struck Tianyu Shencang in the abdomen, causing Tianyu Shencang's body to bend slightly. His left fist then struck Tianyu Shencang's ribs, and Tianyu Shencang let out a muffled groan.

His knee slammed into Tenyu Kamikura's thigh, causing Tenyu Kamikura to take a step back. Each punch and kick drained Tenyu Kamikura's strength, his breathing became increasingly rapid, and his chest heaved like a bellows.

Tenyu Kamikura began to gasp for breath.

He opened his mouth wide, inhaling deeply, then forcefully exhaling. The exhaled air formed wisps of white mist in the gray air—water vapor condensed from the heat inside his body meeting the cold air.

His forehead was covered in sweat, which soaked his hair, causing strands to stick to his scalp. The sweat stung his eyes, making them squint into slits.

His face changed completely, turning from a flushed red to a pale color, and his lips also turned white.

Luo Fei's breathing remained steady.

His chest rose and fell only slightly, his breathing even and steady. His face was dry and smooth, free of sweat. His eyes remained sharp, reflecting the weary look on Tenyu Kamikura's face, and the corners of his mouth turned up slightly.

He stood ramrod straight, his shoulders relaxed, his arms hanging naturally at his sides, his fingers slightly bent. He showed absolutely no signs of fatigue.

Yamaya Masako hid behind the teahouse doorway, her eyes wide open. Her mouth gaped open, her jaw almost dropping to her chest. She saw Amagi Kamikura panting heavily, saw the sweat pouring down his forehead, and saw his pale face.

Then she looked at Luo Fei again, saw his steady breathing, his dry forehead, and the faint smile on his lips.

"How is this possible..."

Masako Yamaya's voice was forced out of her throat, trembling with disbelief, "How could Lord Amagami Kamikura's stamina be so..."

She suddenly stopped mid-sentence. She had just remembered a fact—Tenyu Kamikura's weight of 300 pounds. Although she wasn't a superhuman, as a shrine maiden, she had some understanding of the fighting styles of superhumans.

The heavier the superhuman, the greater the physical exertion during high-speed, high-intensity combat.

From the start of the battle until now, Tianyu Shencang has been going all out, with every punch and kick delivered with full force. Such exertion is indeed too great for someone weighing 300 pounds.

Luo Fei's fighting style was clear from the start—he wouldn't engage in a direct power struggle with Tenyu Kamikura, but instead would use speed and agility to maneuver and wear down his opponent's stamina. When Yamaya Masako thought of this, a cold sweat suddenly broke out on her back.

Her fingers clenched on the door frame, her nails scraping against the wood with a faint sound.

She suddenly remembered something and abruptly turned her head to look to the side.

The spot next to the doorpost at the entrance of the teahouse, where Maya had been squatting, is now empty.

The marks left by Maya when she squatted on the stone slab under the gatepost are still visible—a piece of volcanic ash on the slab was rubbed off by the sole of her shoe—but she is gone.

Yamaya Masako's eyes swept around the square. Behind the stone tablet, only Wen Junjie remained; the reporter from Daxia was still squatting there, holding his phone with both hands, his face as white as paper.

There was no one under the pine trees, no one beside the stone wall at the edge of the square, and no one inside the teahouse. The Mayflower had vanished without a trace.

"She ran away."

Yamaya Masako bit her lip, her voice tinged with resentment, "Coward, you ran away as soon as you saw that Lord Amayu Kamikura wasn't feeling well."

She turned her head back to look at the battle in the square, no longer thinking about Maya.

In her view, it was perfectly normal for a woman like Maya to run away at a time like this—they, as outsiders, had no obligation to fight alongside Amayu Kamikura; it was only natural to save their own lives first when things went wrong.

In the plaza, Tenyu Kamikura's breathing grew heavier. He rested his hands on his knees, bent over, and gasped for breath. Sweat dripped from his nose, leaving small watermarks on the stone slabs.

His legs were trembling slightly, and the muscles in his calves were twitching involuntarily beneath his skin—a spasm caused by muscle fatigue reaching its limit. He knew he couldn't hold on any longer.

His stamina had exceeded his body's limit. If he continued to wear down Luo Fei like this, he would be completely exhausted in less than twenty minutes. At that point, he wouldn't even have the strength to raise his hand in defense, and would be at Luo Fei's mercy.

He had to end the battle as soon as possible, and finish off Luo Fei with his strongest attack while he still had the strength.

He straightened up, raised his head, and scanned the square. He was looking for an opportunity, a chance to strike and kill. His gaze fell on the row of ancient buildings behind the square, the territory of the Kamikaze Group, which stored various weapons and equipment.

A glint flashed in his eyes, but it quickly dimmed again—he was currently entangled with Luo Fei and had no chance to grab a weapon.

Just then, a cold light suddenly flew out from an ancient building behind him.

The cold light shot out from the building's wooden window, tearing the paper windowpanes to shreds with the impact and snapping several wooden window frames. The light arced through the air, accompanied by a sharp whistling sound, as it flew towards Tianyu Shencang.

How fast was it? From flying out of the window to arriving in front of Tianyu Shencang, the whole process took less than 0.5 seconds.

The cold light fell half a meter in front of Tianyu Shencang and pierced straight into the stone slab.

That was a knife.

A giant samurai sword that is nearly two meters long.

The blade was inserted about thirty centimeters deep into the stone slab, with about one and a half meters protruding above the surface. The blade was dark red, not the red of rust, but a deep, rich red, like congealed blood.

Some patterns can be faintly seen on the blade. These patterns are not patterns created during forging, but rather resemble countless tiny cracks distributed across the blade.

The hilt is black, wrapped with a dark red cord, from which hangs a tassel that has turned black. The tsuba (handguard) is round, engraved with a dense circle of inscriptions.

When the knife was stuck into the stone slab, the surrounding air seemed to grow colder. It wasn't that the temperature actually dropped, but rather an invisible chill emanated from the knife, causing everyone who saw it to feel a chill rising from the depths of their hearts.

That chill wasn't physical cold, but something deeper—fear, repression, an instinctive reaction that made you want to retreat.

When Tenyu Kamikura saw the sword, his expression changed.

His eyes lit up again. It wasn't a fighting spirit, nor a murderous intent, but the hope that only arises when one has found a lifeline. A smile spread across his face.

That smile looked somewhat eerie on his pale, tired face.

He reached out and grasped the hilt of the knife.

His five fingers tightened around the hilt of the knife, his knuckles turning bluish-white from the force. He pulled the knife from the stone slab, the blade scraping against the stone with a sharp sound, and fragments of stone flew out from the cracks.

He picked up the sword and held it in his hand. The blade didn't look out of place in his hand—he was nearly 2.2 meters tall, and holding a two-meter-long samurai sword was just the right proportion.

The moment his hand gripped the hilt, the dark red of the blade seemed to deepen. Something seemed to flow within the crack-like patterns, as if blood was slowly coursing through the blade.

A faint, dark red mist emanated from the blade, swirling around it like countless hands caressing it.

This knife has a name.

Red Steel Prison Pill.

This sword was the weapon of the Onimusha Minazuki Zankuro during the Sengoku period of the Sakura Kingdom hundreds of years ago.

Renmuzuki Zankourou was the most ferocious Oni warrior of the Sengoku period. Wielding the Red Steel Grudge Maru, he slaughtered his way from the eastern to the western provinces, leaving behind countless dead souls.

The blade absorbs a portion of the resentment of everyone he kills before their death. The more resentment the blade absorbs, the redder its color becomes, and the sharper it is.

By the time Renmuzuki Zankourou was dying, the sword had become an almost supernatural entity—ordinary samurai swords would shatter upon striking it, and ordinary armor would be as fragile as paper in its presence.

After the death of Renmuzuki Zankurou, the sword was sealed away by a shrine and later kept as a national treasure in the Imperial Palace of Sakura Province. Later still, for reasons unknown, the sword was given to Amayu Kamikura.

Because Tenyu Kamikura is a descendant of Minazuki Zankourou.

The blood of that Warring States Oni warrior flowed in his veins, and the power of that murderous demon resided within him. In his hands, the Crimson Steel Hellfire was no ordinary weapon, but a killing machine inextricably linked to his very being.

The resentment swirling around the blade would be a deadly curse to others, but to Tenyu Kamikura, who inherited the bloodline of Renmuzuki Zankourou, it was the power left to him by his ancestors.

Tenyu Kamikura held the sword horizontally in front of him, the tip pointing at Luo Fei. He gripped the hilt with both hands, his right index and middle fingers hooked on the tsuba (handguard), and his left hand's five fingers gripping the end of the hilt.

His posture changed—no longer the weary giant from before, but a true warrior wielding a weapon. His weariness seemed to vanish in that instant, replaced by a rekindled fighting spirit.

His momentum grew even stronger.

The dark red mist emanating from the blade seemed to be affecting him as well, his eyes faintly taking on a red hue, and something seemed to be burning deep within his pupils.

His breathing was still heavy, and sweat was still pouring down his forehead, but his hand holding the knife was as steady as if it were made of iron, and the tip of the knife remained motionless in the air.

"Luo Fei."

Tenyu Kamikura spoke, his voice echoing across the plaza with a metallic quality, "This sword was left to me by my ancestors. There are at least eight or ten thousand people who have died by this sword. It is your honor to die by this sword."

As he spoke, the dark red mist on the blade surged, as if in response to his words.

Luo Fei stood still, his eyes fixed on the knife. He could feel the aura emanating from it—an aura that was extremely cold and violent, like countless wronged souls howling and roaring on the blade.

He frowned slightly, stomped his feet on the stone slab, and lowered his body slightly, preparing to defend himself.

At that moment, a figure appeared at the entrance of the ancient building.

May Ayaka walked out of the door. Her face was covered in dust, her hair was a little messy, and her clothes were smudged with dirt, but she wore a smug smile.

She stopped at the door, crossed her arms, leaned her shoulders against the door frame, and looked at Tianyu Shencang and Luo Fei in the square.

When Masako Yamaya saw Ayaka Itsuki, her mouth dropped open. She had initially thought Ayaka had run away, but it turned out this woman hadn't escaped; instead, she had gone to the Kamikaze Group's armory and retrieved Ame-no-Kamikura's weapon, the Crimson Steel Hellfire. (End of Chapter)