Reborn as a tiger, he was chosen by the nation as its guardian beast.

The moment Kazama turned to look at Wang Hu, his speed involuntarily slowed down by a tiny bit.

In a battle between masters, the difference of a single line can be life or death.

For a top predator like Wang Hu, this fleeting pause was already a fatal flaw.

A glint of light flashed in his tiger-like eyes.

The next moment, the four giant claws slammed heavily onto the ground!

call!

His figure shot out like an arrow released from a bow.

A fierce wind howled from behind, transforming into the strongest propulsion force, pushing his already extremely fast speed to another level.

The distance between the two, which was less than ten meters, was instantly erased.

Wang Hu caught up with Kazama almost instantly, and then without hesitation, he opened his fan-like tiger claws and, with a sharp whistling sound that tore through the air, slammed them down on him.

If that claw strike lands squarely, Kazama will have no chance of escaping.

The shadow of death instantly enveloped Kazama. He felt as if his blood had frozen, and he could no longer care about hiding himself. A hoarse and rapid scream escaped his throat.

"Kamiya-kun!"

In an instant, the shadow around him, which had previously been merely a distortion of light, suddenly began to boil.

The pitch-black shadow seemed to come alive, writhing and expanding wildly, and in the blink of an eye, it transformed into a ferocious, sky-covering nine-headed serpent!

The giant snake raised all nine heads at the same time, letting out a silent roar, and fiercely coiled around Wang Hu's tiger claws as they slammed down.

What the hell is this thing?!

Before Wang Hu could even process a thought, his tiger claws collided heavily with the enormous shadowy snake head.

"Pfft!"

There was no earth-shattering noise, only a muffled sound like cloth being torn.

The seemingly ferocious shadow of the nine-headed serpent was instantly slapped back by an unparalleled force the moment it made contact with the tiger's claws.

But Wang Hu was not about to let it retreat so easily.

Do you think you can fly away with the merits you've already earned?

His heavy body crashed to the ground, his four feet leaving spiderweb-like cracks in the hard ground. The next moment, using the recoil, he leaped up again, riding the howling wind.

This time, he was three points faster than before!

Almost chasing after the receding shadow, two tiger claws, gleaming with a chilling light, lashed out simultaneously, one to the left and one to the right.

"Sizzle!"

The shadow was instantly torn open with two huge gashes.

Then came four, eight...

Wang Hu's figure moved swiftly through the air like a golden whirlwind, each swing of his sharp claws precisely slicing across the giant snake's neck.

In the blink of an eye, all nine heads of the nine-headed serpent were torn off its body, turning into shattered black shadows that dissipated into the air.

at the same time.

Inside the hotel where the Japanese delegation was staying.

Kamiya, who had been sitting cross-legged on the ground, resting with his eyes closed and without making a sound, suddenly trembled.

His face turned deathly pale instantly, and with a "poof," he spat out a mouthful of blood, staining the floor in front of him crimson.

"What a powerful tiger!"

He opened his eyes, which were filled with shock and disbelief.

He opened his mouth, intending to warn his companions and report to China, when suddenly, the color drained from his face at a visible speed, as if he had seen a terrifying scene that made his soul tremble.

"Help me!"

He only had time to squeeze out those two words from deep in his throat.

The next moment, fine beads of blood began to seep from every pore of his skin.

He collapsed onto the ground like a blood bag riddled with holes, his head tilted back. He convulsed violently twice before falling completely silent.

In the hotel room, the remaining eight members of the delegation stared at Kamiya's gruesome death on the ground, frozen in place, exchanging bewildered glances.

They had no idea what had happened in that brief moment.

The people in the hotel didn't know, but Kazama, as someone who experienced it firsthand, saw it all clearly.

He watched as the golden tiger tore the hydra spirit, which Kamiya was so proud of, to shreds in no time, as if it were tearing a fragile rag.

He knew that Kamiya was dead.

The dead can no longer die.

A chill emanating from the depths of his soul surged wildly up his spine, making him feel as if he had fallen into an ice cave.

Others might not know Kamiya's background, but as his partner, he knew it all too well.

Kamiya's awakened extraordinary ability is his skin, a powerful ability that can contain and control souls.

The stronger the souls he contains, the stronger his own power becomes.

In order to develop his abilities to the fullest extent, the Japanese government spared no expense in helping him hunt down eight powerful supernatural creatures, which Kamiya killed one by one and absorbed their souls for his own use.

Along with his own soul, he eventually merged into the form of the nine-headed serpent.

His elusive invisibility was acquired after absorbing the soul of a superhuman chameleon.

It is precisely because of the powerful force of the nine souls united that Kamiya was able to firmly hold the throne of the number one superhuman in Japan, and even easily suppress the four top superhumans ranked second to fifth, including Kazama, with his own strength.

Yet this near-invincible being actually...

Just like that, a tiger casually tore him apart alive!

What the tiger tore apart wasn't some shadowy illusion at all, but rather Kamiya and the eight powerful souls within him!

Kazama's heart pounded wildly, his fear so intense it seemed to overflow from his chest.

The abilities displayed by the tiger in front of him were simply beyond his comprehension.

Just as he was filled with horror, the golden tiger that had dealt with the hydra slowly turned its head, its amber eyes, devoid of any emotion, falling upon him.

Then he saw the tiger lower its head slightly, its muscular back slowly arching, and its limbs slightly bent.

A standard posture, ready to launch a decisive attack.

Seeing this, Kazama's last psychological defenses completely collapsed.

Without Kamiya's spirit possessing him, his invisibility ability has been broken.

He knew he couldn't escape no matter what.

He finally realized that the reason why China had not reacted at all from beginning to end was because it had tacitly approved of the tiger's behavior; they wanted to kill him!

He was still young; he had only just become a revered superhuman, and he didn't want to die!

I don't want to die here silently.

"Thump!"

As soon as Kazama thought of this, the last bit of fighting spirit in his chest vanished in an instant. His knees buckled, and he knelt down straight in front of Wang Hu.

"Spare me!"

His heart-wrenching cries echoed in the silent night.

"I'm willing to surrender!"