Simultaneous time travel: But our system is out of sync!

The cold command, uttered from the bearded ronin, pierced one's eardrum like a poisoned nail.

The newcomer lowered his head, his heart churning with confusion.

Adding fuel to the fire?

Incite the hunters to kill each other?

What is this order?

What benefits will this bring?

Doubts entwined his thoughts like poisonous vines.

However, the mark of being a dog was already deeply ingrained in his bones, overriding that slight doubt.

The first and foremost rule for being a good dog is: go wherever your owner points.

Thinking is a luxury, and even more so, a fatal one.

Questioning the master's will?

That would be tantamount to stripping oneself clean and willingly offering oneself up in a boiling cauldron.

He clearly remembered how the previous "senior" had turned into a dead dog after a casual "useless" remark.

The chill brought by the memories instantly froze all distracting thoughts.

The newcomer dared not hesitate any longer, and like a ghost, he slithered back to the noisy ground, skillfully blending into the restless sea of ​​hunters.

His eyes were like poisoned hooks, precisely spotting a few familiar faces in the crowd. Their eyes met briefly, and a silent command was given.

Then, he raised his voice, which, amidst the clamor of angry curses, was like a spark thrown into a pot of boiling oil: "They don't treat us like human beings at all!"

"Brothers, what are we waiting for? Let's fight these traitors!"

"Yes! Let's go all out! Let them know we're not to be trifled with!"

Several accomplices, alerted by the exchange of glances, immediately echoed loudly, their voices filled with deliberate incitement and feigned indignation.

This malicious instigation is like pouring strong liquor on extinguished ashes.

"boom!"

The tense situation, which had subsided somewhat due to fatigue and a bit of rationality, was instantly reignited, raging like wildfire!

A few shouts attempting to maintain order were immediately drowned out by the rising tide of fury, as faint as the struggles of a drowning person. Chaos spread rapidly like a plague, the muffled thuds of limbs colliding, heavy breathing, and vicious curses weaving together into a violent symphony.

Just then, a figure lost his balance in the violent shoving and stumbled to the ground. The thud was like the fuse that lit a powder keg.

"Damn it! They attacked first!" A roar filled with humiliation and rage exploded out.

"Brothers, grab your weapons! Let's fight these sons of bitches!" The crowd erupted in cheers.

"Bullshit! You're the dogs! Your whole family and your ancestors were dogs!"

The insulted party's eyes instantly turned bloodshot, and they roared in retaliation.

In an instant, the Rose House, which once symbolized power and order, was transformed into a battlefield.

The insults and profanities directed at the victim's ancestors, the dull thud of fists and feet striking flesh, the tearing sound of cloth ripping, the teeth-grinding cracking of bones under heavy blows, and the heart-wrenching screams of the injured...

The various sounds mingled together, forming a suffocating, frenzied symphony that assaulted every inch of space.

The air was thick with the stench of sweat, blood, and violence. Tables and chairs were knocked over, cups and plates were scattered everywhere, and shards of glass were strewn about.

The Rose House was plunged into an unprecedented, hellish "bustle" since its construction.

Even the two experienced and skilled veteran hunters were swept up by this out-of-control torrent and involuntarily drawn into the melee.

In the chaos, unseen punches or kicks flew from some dark corner and precisely targeted them.

One man hunched over in pain, the brand-new boot print clearly imprinted on the leather armor at his groin.

The other person had rapidly swollen dark circles under their eyes, making their vision blurry.

Rage completely destroyed the dam of reason, and one of them roared, "Damn it, get the hell out of my way!"

With a kick filled with rage, he sent the person blocking his way flying. At that moment, the situation completely collapsed, like a wild horse that had broken free, with no possibility of recovery.

Those who had successfully ignited the hellfire, however, were like drops of ink falling into the ocean, silently withdrawing from the frenzied crowd and quickly retreating to the darkest corner of the hall.

They leaned against the cold wall, a cruel and satisfied sneer on their lips, as if watching a carefully orchestrated drama, coldly observing their former comrades who had fought side by side but were now tearing each other apart.

That look was colder than a blade.

Just as this bloody revelry reached its climax, and reason was completely extinguished, a suppressed roar, filled with humiliation and rage, burst forth from deep within a hunter's throat: "Die!"

Immediately afterwards, a cold, piercing, yet remarkably clear metallic scraping sound rang out amidst the chaos—"Whoosh!"

It's like swords being drawn!

The sound wasn't loud, but it was like a chilling current, instantly piercing through all the noise, clearly penetrating the eardrums of every hunter, and reaching deep into their brains.

A chilling sense of dread, a feeling known as "death," crept up my spine.

Everyone's heart sank at the same time, and an ominous thought gnawed at them like a venomous snake.

They used knives!

Blood is about to be drawn! Someone is about to die!

Fear spread like a plague, but the violent momentum could not be stopped.

The instinct for survival overwhelmed the last shred of hesitation. Almost the instant the first sound of a knife being drawn rang out.

"Swish swish swish—"

More weapons were drawn from waists and backs, their cold glint forming a chilling web of death.

The hall reeked of despair and the metallic smell of metal. A bloody, self-destructive conflict was about to begin, and no one could stop this giant ship from sliding into the abyss.

However, just as the first blade was about to draw blood—

"BOOM!!!"

A deafening roar suddenly erupted! The two heavy doors of the Rose House burst open as if struck by a battering ram! Wood chips flew everywhere, and dust filled the air.

Blinding light streamed in from the open door, outlining three figures standing against the light.

Two men and one woman.

The man in the lead was tall and straight, and his steps were as leisurely as if he were on a spring outing.

He ignored the hellish scene before him, glanced around casually, and walked straight to a relatively intact high-backed chair by the door.

Then, he sat down with an air of nonchalance, his movements carrying an almost defiant leisure, which conveniently blocked the entire doorway.

After settling down, he raised his eyes. His voice wasn't loud, but it possessed a strange penetrating power; each word was clear, like ice beads falling onto a jade plate, overwhelming all the noise and chaos, and clearly penetrating everyone's ears.

"Where are your supervisors? Get out here!"

"You dare to withhold my bounty? You're asking for trouble!"

"Believe it or not, I'll burn this damn Rose House to the ground!"

What?

A challenge?!

How dare they challenge the Rose House, a place teeming with hunters?!

Lin Bei's extremely arrogant words were like a pause button being pressed.

Inside the hall, all fists raised towards their own kind froze in mid-air, all blades poised to strike remained motionless, and all profanities ceased abruptly. Time seemed to stand still for a moment.

Regardless of which side it was, no matter how crazy they were just a second ago, at this moment, all the hunters' eyes were drawn to each other as if by an invisible magnet, focusing in unison with disbelief and burning anger on the arrogant figure at the door.

They wanted to see which reckless fool dared to defy them!

As the smoke and dust dissipated slightly, and the lamplight illuminated Lin Bei's young, even somewhat handsome face, the frozen silence was instantly broken by a louder, more disdainful, and mocking roar of laughter.

"Hahaha! Where did this blond kid come from? Has he even grown his hair yet?"

"Tsk, is it still breastfeeding? Running wild here?"

"I think he's gone mad and has come to the wrong place!"

"Kid, are you sure your parents know how arrogant you are? Aren't you afraid of getting a beating when you get home?"

“…………”

Countless taunts, sarcastic remarks, and vile insults rained down on Lin Bei, who sat calmly in front of the door. The hunters temporarily forgot their blood feud and seemed to have found a common outlet, unleashing their pent-up violence on this arrogant young man.

However, amidst this cacophony of ridicule, a few individuals remained silent, their expressions grave.

They were the ones who knew Lin Bei was hunting the Eye-Ear Ghost alone, and they also vaguely knew about his close relationship with Lady Rose.

At this moment, instead of laughing, they quickly and silently sheathed their weapons, which had been drawn or were half-drawn, and then, like the receding tide, moved quietly to the back of the crowd, close to the wall.

They exchanged a glance, both seeing the same emotion in each other's eyes: relief and... a barely perceptible hint of anticipation. He

We know this fire farce should come to an end.

Perhaps only Lady Rose can salvage the situation.

Faced with a barrage of foul language, Lin Bei remained eerily calm, not even lifting his eyelids, as if those vicious words were merely a gentle breeze brushing past his ears.

He spoke again, his voice several decibels higher than before, filled with undisguised contempt:

"Are all the managers dead?!"

"Dare to do it but not admit it? Where's your guts to withhold the bounty? Have you gone to feed the dogs?!"

"So the so-called Rose House hunters are nothing but a bunch of cowardly cowards who only know how to cower and hide!"

"A softie?!"

These two words were like two resounding slaps to the faces of all the hunters!

The laughter froze instantly, replaced by a volcanic eruption of fury! Who were they?

They are hunters who live on the edge of a knife and fight evil spirits!

No one had ever dared to humiliate them so openly, let alone a mere greenhorn!

This kid is practically asking for death!

No, it's because they think dying is too comfortable!

The crowd was filled with rage. The hunters' eyes blazed with fury, their muscles bulged, and the blades that had been pointed at their own kind were now subtly aimed at the arrogant figure at the door.

They had only one thought: Kill him!

Make him pay an unforgettable price for his arrogant and ignorant words!

The few conscious individuals in the corner frowned, instinctively wanting to rush forward to stop him—if so many people swarmed him, even if that kid had some skill, he would probably be torn to shreds in an instant!

However, they had barely taken a step when they were abruptly stopped by a seasoned hunter who remained calm and had eyes as sharp as a hawk.

The old hunter didn't look at Lin Bei. His cloudy yet unusually clear eyes, as if they had found hope, were fixed on the veiled woman behind Lin Bei, whose temperament was as cold as frost.

That figure, that demeanor, especially those eyes that could bewitch everything even through the veil... He knew them all too well!

It's her! She's finally... back!

At this moment, facing the hunters who were surging towards him like a raging tide of anger and filled with murderous intent, Lin Bei, who was sitting upright in his chair, finally moved.

He slowly stood up.

The movements were not fast, but they carried a mountain-like steadiness.

His gaze calmly swept over the faces twisted with anger before him, his eyes showing no tension, no fear, not even a trace of excitement, only an indifference akin to looking down on ants.

It was as if what surged toward him was not a group of powerful hunters capable of tearing apart tigers and leopards or hunting down evil spirits, but rather a group of noisy, flapping creatures that posed no threat whatsoever…

Little chicks.

Just as the hunter at the forefront's powerful fist was about to strike his collar, Lin Bei softly uttered three words, his voice calm and even, yet carrying a strange rhythm:

"Blazing Sun - Solution".

"Buzz—!"

In an instant, a layer of condensed, dazzling golden-red light burst forth from Lin Bei's body!

The light was not an illusion, but rather a mixture of liquid flame and sunlight, instantly covering his entire body and outlining his tall and imposing figure.

He seemed to be wearing a divine armor forged by the blazing sun, majestic, fiery, and unapproachable! The temperature in the hall seemed to rise suddenly.

Blinded by rage, most of the hunters only saw a flash of golden light and paid no attention; those who glimpsed it thought it was just sunlight reflecting off the door. However, the next moment—

Lin Bei's figure disappeared from their sight!

No, it hasn't disappeared!

A golden-red streak of light, moving faster than the limits of visual perception, crashed into the surging crowd like lightning tearing through the night!

"Bang!" "Splash!" "Ah—!"

Wherever the light passed, it was like a red-hot iron cutting into solidified grease.

Before the hunters could even react, they felt an irresistible, immense force strike them, and their bodies were uncontrollably lifted into the air! Immediately afterward, excruciating pain accompanied by intense dizziness swept over them, and everything went black before they completely lost consciousness.

Their bodies were as if they were casually grabbed by an invisible giant hand, and then, like discarding tattered sacks, precisely and one by one, thrown into the open space in the center of the hall.

"Bang bang bang bang—!"

The dull thuds of flesh colliding sounded like rapid drumbeats, rising in rapid succession. The whole process was breathtakingly fast, lasting less than a minute!

The dozens of elite hunters who were just moments ago so aggressive and shouting for battle are now piled up haphazardly and lifelessly like harvested sheaves of wheat, forming a "small mountain" of human bodies in the center of the hall.

None of them could touch Lin Bei's clothes, and none of them could catch his seemingly casual grab or slap.

Faced with absolute power and speed, their prized fighting skills and fierce aura are as fragile as paper.

They're not even as good as chicks. After all, chicks know to flap their wings and run away when they're in danger.

Lin Bei had already withdrawn the blazing golden-red light emanating from his body and stood once more in the center of the hall, his figure aloof and his aura deep and unfathomable. It was as if the thunderous crushing force just moments before had been nothing more than a few specks of dust brushed away.

Ashina Jiro, who had been following behind Lin Bei and witnessed the whole thing, clenched his fists tightly, his nails digging deep into his palms.

He gazed at Lin Bei's back, a figure that seemed capable of supporting the entire sky, his eyes burning with an almost fanatical flame, and a single, awe-inspiring thought resonating within him:

"In just over a day."

"He...he...has gotten stronger again!"