From Naruto onwards, I've become a dreamer.

Chapter 384 Corpses Stretching for Miles
Caesar's ferocious golden eyes were filled with chilling killing intent, and his violent aura crashed around him like a tidal wave.

The Kamaitachi, soaring through the air, clearly brought back all the people and locations around it, presenting them vividly in its mind, amplifying its hearing to the extreme.

"One, two, three, seven, eight, is that all?" Caesar sneered, his steps releasing immense power. The muscles hidden beneath his trench coat bulged, writhing like pythons, an invisible pressure enveloping the dock: "Frost and Pompeii, you really underestimate me, Caesar!"

"Enough with the nonsense, this is enough to deal with you!"

Damon's eyelids twitched, and he took a half step back, disappearing into the crowd. He waved his hand and shouted, "All of you, attack! Just spare his life, no need to hold back!"

boom!
The stalemate was broken by a sniper bullet.

The man, hiding in the shadows of the dockside ships, saw Damon wave his hand in command and pulled the trigger. A specially made Frigga bullet was fired at Caesar's forehead.

But Caesar seemed to have a premonition; he slightly tilted his head and easily dodged the sniper's attack from the shadows.

The men who were surrounding Caesar exchanged glances: "Attack together! Don't hold back!"

As the most outstanding heir in the Gattuso family, Caesar Gattuso was naturally aware of the dangers involved. Although Caesar usually played the role of a commander, family heir, and high-ranking nobleman, that did not mean that this nobleman was not good at fighting.

Conversely, a truly perfect leader is not just good at one thing, but good at everything.

The same was true of Caesar Gattuso.

"You few alone can't take me down!"

Caesar took a step forward, his foot landing firmly on the ground, his figure leaving afterimages in an instant.

A burst of fierce wind rushed towards him. With one step, a howling gale surrounded him, like a flying weasel spirit playing a deadly melody.

His goal was clear: to break free from the 'encirclement' disadvantage, and the best target was that arrogant Damon!

"Stop him!"

Damon panicked immediately.

Although he said he wasn't afraid, his body betrayed him, and bloodline was the most obvious difference!
But it was too slow; the others couldn't keep up with Caesar at all.

Almost instantly, Caesar broke through the encirclement, his five fingers like iron hooks, gripping Damon's throat, and then, with extreme violence, slammed him to the ground.

boom!
The hard cement floor was instantly smashed into pieces.

His head slammed into the ground, the force of the impact making Damon see stars. He tried in terror to call for help, but his throat was tightly choked, preventing him from uttering a complete word.

"Damon, do you remember what I said?" Caesar pinned him down with one hand, his golden eyes blazing with a violent light. His chilling voice was like a steel blade, scraping against Damon's skin bit by bit: "I'll break every single bone in your body, one by one, one by one!"

"Don't save me! Save me!"

Damon's face turned red and purple from lack of oxygen. His will to survive made him struggle, and his bloodshot eyes looked to the side, trying to call for help from his companions.

"Caesar, release Damon right now!" One of them reacted quickly, drawing his gun and aiming it at Caesar.

However, just as he was about to pull the trigger, he heard the sound of the wind in his ear.

Swish!
A barely perceptible breeze swept by, carrying a chilling, wintery atmosphere.

Immediately afterwards, the man's pupils suddenly contracted as he discovered that the gun in his hand had broken in two, and judging from the smoothness of the cut, it looked as if it had been cut by a water jet.

"I advise you not to make any sudden moves."

Caesar knelt on one knee, pressing down on Damon who was struggling, and said without turning his head.

At this moment, everyone suddenly realized that, without anyone noticing, dark blue dragon scales had grown on Caesar's face, and his golden eyes were burning even more intensely, like flames, exuding a terrifying aura of violence and cruelty.

"Everyone, don't move!"

Albert shouted to the others, cold sweat beading on his forehead: "Don't move! It's just the wind!"

wind?
Some people didn't believe in superstitions, but they had barely taken half a step when their cheeks were slashed.

Not only his cheeks, but also his clothes, arms, thighs, and body were covered in countless wounds, quickly turning him into a blood-soaked mess.

That appearance was like stepping into a trap filled with invisible but sharp knives. Although each wound was very small, if one was not careful, once the throat was cut, it could still kill a person, or even kill them by a thousand cuts!

Blood beads streamed down his face, and the man stared wide-eyed in terror, no longer daring to make the slightest move.

"Can a Kamajima Itachi really do something like this?" the man asked in astonishment.

Caesar's Word of Power is the Kamaitachi, whose effect is to enhance hearing—everyone knows this, but can the Kamaitachi do this much? "This isn't a Kamaitachi." Albert, with his vast experience and combined with Caesar's unusual behavior, quickly guessed the answer, gasping in shock: "It should be an Enhancement Word of Power, the Vampire Scythe!"

The question is, can the enhanced Word of Power Vampire Scythe truly transform the invisible and intangible wind into an invisible blade, and then set up around it like a trap?
As Damon witnessed the reactions of others, his mind gradually became consumed by fear.

His eyes widened in terror, his pupils shrinking to pinpoints, and he struggled to move his lips, wanting to apologize, to beg for mercy, to ask Caesar to spare him.

However, Caesar's response to Damon was only a cruel sneer.

Caesar studied many things, including the arts such as vocal music, painting, and sculpture, as well as practical applications such as politics, leadership, and command tactics. Of course, in his spare time, he also read a few books on interrogation techniques, which happened to be of great interest to him.

Caesar always kept his word, so he ran his left hand down Damon's skin, found the ribs, and then snapped them open.

Click!

"what!"

Damon let out a painful scream.

"Don't rush, this is just the beginning." Caesar continued to exert force, breaking the second and third ribs until all the ribs were broken.

During this time, Damon's screams went from being loud at first to becoming quiet, leaving only occasional groans.

"Caesar, that's enough!"

Albert couldn't bear to watch any longer and turned his head away, saying, "Even if Damon did something wrong, he's still a member of the Gattuso family. You shouldn't torture him!"

"Shut up!"

Caesar's icy gaze made Albert swallow the rest of his sentence.

Those eyes were practically identical to those of a dragon, reminding him of a time when he was young, when he had seen a second-generation dragon with a furious and cruel gaze that had directly robbed him of his courage.

"Kill me!"

Damon no longer cared about living; he only wanted Caesar to grant him a quick death.

Shh, don't make a sound.

Caesar stroked his face, his cold pupils sending chills down one's spine: "Aren't you proud of your bloodline? Then let me see what the difference is between you and Bruno."

What followed was so unbearable that even the elites of the Gattuso family found it intolerable.

A fierce gale howled, like countless swords, slicing across Damon's body at extremely precise angles, each one tearing off a piece of flesh and blood.

“I once read about a very interesting form of punishment in a history book from an ancient Eastern country.” Caesar’s eyes were a fiery golden color, but his voice was cold and suppressed, as if it came from the deepest hell: “Lingchi is the process of cutting off pieces of flesh from a person’s body, one thousand cuts at a time, to kill the prisoner.”

"But I'm curious, is it really possible for someone to withstand being stabbed a thousand times before dying?"

Caesar maneuvered the flying Kamaitachi, enveloping Damon in a series of wind blades with precision and accuracy, as if wielding a scalpel: "Let me experiment, Damon."

"Ahhhh!!!"

Damon was in immense pain.

He had thought about suicide countless times, but with his limbs broken and his jaw dislocated, he couldn't even commit suicide.

Moreover, being a hybrid, he was inherently stronger than ordinary people, so even when faced with the cruel punishment of being torn to pieces, he was still able to maintain his last shred of consciousness.

But for Damon, this was nothing short of cruel.

In front of a crowd of witnesses, Damon, who had just been in human form, was brutally skinned and dismembered until he was reduced to a bloody skeleton.

Caesar, his body soaked in blood, seemed to have finally vented his anger, and roared to the sky.

But just as Caesar completely let his guard down and was in a state of venting his anger...

boom!
A loud bang drowned out the sound of waves crashing against the shore at the dock.

The large-caliber bullet, designed specifically for anti-material sniping, carried astonishing kinetic energy as it flew hundreds of meters through the air. At several times the speed of sound, it streaked across like a meteor, leaving Caesar no time to react before being precisely struck in the chest. The terrifying kinetic energy tore through his dark blue scales, blasting a hole the size of a bowl.

A large spray of blood splattered, and Caesar stared in astonishment, his eyes wide with disbelief, gazing in the direction from which the bullet had come.

(End of this chapter)