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"hiss."

Wu Ji withdrew his hand in pain.

While he was listening to the deputy, he was feeding the parrot and didn't notice that his finger was bitten.

Wu Ji's face turned cold, and the deputy was so scared that he lowered his head, not daring to look at Wu Ji.

The big hand stretched out to the shoulder and pinched it hard. A numbing cracking sound was heard, and the feather along with blood spurted out from between the fingers.

After throwing the crumpled parrot out of the window, Wu Ji took out a silk scarf from his collar with a gloomy face and wiped his hands.

"Animals are just animals. You can never tame them no matter what you do."

"It's time to buy something else. What was the name of the one I saw last time? A hyacinth macaw."

Wu Ji muttered to himself, leaning his head against the pillow, ready to take a nap.

The car hit the shoulder of the road and braked suddenly. Wu Ji was awakened and was immediately furious.

However, when he opened his eyes, he saw the driver in the front seat open the car door and run away in panic.

wrong!

As a high-ranking gang leader, Wu Ji immediately sensed that something was wrong.

"I'm sorry, Boss, my family is in Jotaro's hands."

I heard the deputy's trembling voice, followed by the sound of gunfire.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The deputy raised his pistol, looked at Wu Ji who was still breathing in panic, and pulled the trigger frantically.

"You guy!"

At such a close distance, there was no way to dodge. Bullets penetrated Wu Ji's chest, making his body numb and his strength rapidly drained away.

With blood dripping from his mouth and nose, Wu Ji looked at his deputy in shock and anger.

"How dare you betray me!"

With his body bearing the brunt of the bullets, Buji's large hand, like a palm leaf fan, grasped the deputy's throat and squeezed tightly.

The deputy raised his head, uttered broken syllables, and his bulging eyes, which were suffocating, met Wu Ji's furious eyes.

The big hand dug into Wu Ji's neck like an iron clamp, until his spine was broken with a snap. The gun fell weakly, and the shooting finally stopped.

But that’s where Bukit ends.

After a few heavy gasps, Wu Ji's pupils began to dilate, and he lost his life with a face like an angry King Kong, killed by the secondary pistol that betrayed him.

Tiger Claw Gang high-ranking official "Henggang" Bukit.

Total death!

......

In a dark room with only dim light, like some kind of religious oil painting, a man is half-dangling from dozens of cables and pipes connected to various parts of his body, his hands are suspended in the air by the pipes, and his feet are barely standing on the ground.

The man wearing a breathing mask connected to a hose like a gas mask opened his eyes.

"Doctor, was there anyone here just now?"

"It's one of your men. He said Wu Ji has been eliminated."

The picture was taken away by the man's weird posture. At this moment, a hoarse voice sounded, and only then did I notice that there was a prosthetic doctor in a white coat standing in front of the complex instruments emitting various colors of light. His eyes were replaced by small round-frame prosthetic eyes with horizontal stripes, like the eyes of a fruit fly. The whole man was hunched over, exuding a wretched temperament.

"Hehehe."

A deep laugh sounded from within the mask.

"Wu Ji didn't expect to die at the hands of his own deputy."

"Now, all that's left is my comeback."

"Doctor, how is the progress of my body transformation?"

"It's close to 90%. Your body is now made up of the most advanced combat prosthesis and has survived all the tests. It's simply a masterpiece!"

The wrinkles on Dr. Fruit Fly's face were trembling with excitement.

"I don't need flattery, speed up the process."

"I will take back the shame of failure myself."

The man narrowed his eyes, revealing a fierce murderous look.

Chapter 331 A powerful clash, the awakening of the Genji clan!

In the empty dining room, the disciples dressed in wide-sleeved martial arts uniforms knelt on both sides of the dining table, quietly waiting for Yihui to take his seat.

In front of each person was a bland meal: a bowl of rice, seaweed soup seasoned only with coarse salt, and three pieces of tofu arranged in a triangle shape on a plate.

Maybe powerful people all have their own quirks.

Yihui's eccentricity and rigidity are reflected in his almost religious ritual of eating.

The diet was as harsh as that of an ascetic, but Yoshihiru believed it was sufficient for the human body.

Rice is used to fill the stomach, seaweed soup with salt is for sweating, and tofu is used to strengthen the body.

With these, do you need anything else?

Food enters through the mouth and disturbs the mind.

A disordered diet will only cause disturbances in the heart, and the sword will become wielded ineffectively.

But Yihui, who has such inhumane and strict requirements on food and eating rituals, violated his own set meal time today.

He sat cross-legged on the upper seat with his eyes closed, like a dead old tree, without moving at all.

But he didn't move his chopsticks, and none of the disciples dared to move. They all waited for Yihui silently. Even though they were so hungry that their stomachs were in knots, there was no change on their faces.

And finally, Yoshiki opened his eyes.

But it's not for eating.

"Someone among you betrayed me."

It was a calm sentence, but it exploded among the crowd like thunder out of the blue.

No two expressions are the same, be it anger, surprise, confusion, suspicion, or guilt...

In an instant, everyone's expressions were different, and their postures were also different due to changing emotions, some clenched their fists, some glared angrily, some dodged out of guilt, and some were suspicious.

Different facial expressions and postures form a picture full of complex dynamics and emotions, and the different postures of human nature are fully revealed here.

The sliding paper door was pushed open with a swish, interrupting everyone's thoughts. When everyone's eyes focused on it, they showed expressions of sudden enlightenment.

The one who came in was Yoshiki's strongest disciple, Onimusashi.

His tall body almost touched the ceiling, and his heavy footsteps could not be ignored. Every minute and every second, he was declaring to those around him that life was so brutal and powerful. It was a force of wild growth.

Yoshihiru's gaze also fell on Musashi who was walking towards him step by step.

He is the most powerful one, he pursues the powerful and kills the powerful disciples.

"This day has finally come, Musashi."

Musashi was not surprised that Yoshiharu had seen through his purpose.

"Jotaro thought that money and status could motivate me to kill you, but he was wrong."

"I stand before you not for fame, but to prove my strength."

"And the best way to prove your strength is to kill another powerful person."

"Musashi, you bastard, face us first before you try to hurt the master!"

More than a dozen disciples were furious and picked up the scabbards beside them to block Yihui.

But Musashi didn't even look at them. In his eyes, there was only Yoshiki.

"That's enough. Back off."

"Musashi is not someone you can handle."

"master!?"

Yoshiharu stood up, walked out from the guard of his disciples, stood in front of Musashi, and faced him.

"Musashi, seeing you has made me realize something. If you want to fight, follow me. I know a way that will suit us."

Yoshihiru folded his hands, tucked them into his wide sleeves, and stood tall, revealing an aura that was no less than Musashi's, and he was competing with Musashi.

......

seaside.

The disciple with a conflicted look untied the rope, stepped back, and watched with his fellow disciples anxiously as the boat carrying Yoshiki and Musashi gradually moved away from the shore.

The boat was just big enough for two people. Yoshiteru and Musashi stood at the bow and stern respectively, with their swords tucked at their waists and their hands tucked into their wide sleeves and clasped over their chests.

The two of them just stared at each other quietly until the boat was rocked all the way to the middle of the sea, with even the shore becoming a blurry line and the city looking like a miniature model in the distance.

"My name is Kitsurekawa Yoshiteru, and I am the 35th head of a famous family."

"Kitrenkawa is a name that carries shame. In the past, our family was humiliated by Lord Hideyoshi, which wiped out the pride of a noble family, and gave us this name of a loser."

"For hundreds of years, our family has repeatedly declined. By my generation, we have nothing but the name of a famous family."

"This era is changing so fast that I can no longer understand it, let alone the Restoration Family."

"I, and everything I have carried, have been thrown into the corner of history. No one knows anything except my mumbling."

"..."

"Why are you telling me this?"

In front of the tall Musashi, the old Yoshiki was like a sickly dead tree that would break with a slight push, but Yoshiki's eyes, which had been completely dulled by time, gradually ignited a fire that Musashi could not understand.

This couldn't help but arouse his curiosity.

"Because you made me change my mind about myself."

"You are a person who is pure to the extreme and pursues strength. After meeting you, I finally realized that my sword practice day and night was just a way to deceive myself and escape."

"It turns out that I didn't devote my life to swordsmanship as I thought."

"It turns out that I haven't forgotten that broken dream."

"Today, I decided to take it up again and carry it until I die."

"Even though times have changed and history has moved on, no one remembers that noble name anymore."

"But I finally dared to face the name that I couldn't bear."

"Let me show you the remnants of the old times."

"I am the 35th head of the Ashikaga Shogunate, the direct descendant of the Genji clan, the pillar of the samurai family, and the immortal spirit of the Muromachi shogunate!"

As he spoke, blood rushed into his old, dry blood vessels. Veins bulged on Yihui's arms and face, and his eyes widened to the extreme, like a dying tree that was given a second spring.

The cloudiness in his eyes completely disappeared, and the brilliance that shone from them made Musashi frown.

"I am Ashikaga Yoshiteru!"

"Musashi, you pursue pure strength, but I want to say that force is just a tool for dreams. Only when there is protection can people unleash their full potential!"

"This is the last lesson I will teach you as your master. Draw your sword!"

"Ultimate Sword of Freedom!!!"

"Ultimate Sword of Freedom!!!"

The two men attacked almost at the same time. The crisp sound of swords being unsheathed was like the roar of a dragon. A dazzling flash of knife light passed by, and the sharp blade chopped down at the opponent's body.

One move determines the outcome.

Without any trial or hesitation, the two of them simultaneously used the ultimate secret of the "Two Yin Flows", with a speed that could surpass the mechanical "Ultimate Sword".

His body was tensed to the extreme, all his strength and will were concentrated on swinging the knife, and with the momentum of dying together, the two men's eyes met in the sea breeze.