Gollum...
The navy soldiers behind Bai Yu couldn't help but tense up at the grotesque scene before them.
To them, Bai Yu wasn't just a commanding officer—he was a God of War. An unstoppable legend who had time and again shattered expectations with his might. A man cloaked not in armor, but in the myth of his own achievements.
But to his enemies?
He was a living nightmare, carved in steel and silence.
"You keep sweeping the perimeter," Bai Yu ordered coldly. "I'll check the other flare."
Without hesitation, after annihilating the Bismarck remnants with a single strike, Bai Yu's figure blurred—disappearing into the forest like a blade through mist.
Whether Saga was present at the second flare or not, Bai Yu couldn't be sure.
But until confirmation, his men would continue their search.
By the time he arrived at the second battlefield, dusk had blanketed the sky, smearing crimson across the horizon.
The battle had long ended.
This time, the ten-man unit he had dispatched hadn't been as fortunate.
As Bai Yu stepped into the clearing, what greeted him was gut-wrenching.
A dozen of Saga's henchmen were gathered in a circle, laughing and boasting loudly.
Tied bloodied around a boulder at the center were Bai Yu's ten subordinates. Their bodies broken, their breaths barely present.
Click!
Bai Yu's fist clenched involuntarily.
From the silence around him, a murderous aura began to bloom—quiet but suffocating.
"Who's there?!"
One of the thugs, a hulking brute, snapped to attention, his voice sharp with tension. He was no ordinary foot soldier—he was Bukongu, the last of Saga's elite disciples.
At his shout, the rest of the men stopped laughing and rose, weapons ready, eyes scanning the trees.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
From the shadows of the dense jungle, a lone figure emerged.
Bai Yu.
His face was calm—but behind that stillness was a storm waiting to burst.
"Hahaha! I thought it was someone important," one of the thugs jeered. "Just another corpse walkin' in."
"Captain Bukongu, no need to get your hands dirty," the same man chuckled. "I'll handle this runt."
With Bukongu giving no objection, the man swaggered toward Bai Yu, grinning with arrogance.
"Kid, tough break running into us alone."
"Here's the deal: either I break your arms and legs first, or you kneel and beg, and maybe—just maybe—I'll keep you in one piece."
The man stopped inches away, expecting fear.
But Bai Yu? Still silent.
He walked forward unbothered, as if the thug hadn't even spoken.
"Oh? Got attitude, huh?" the man spat. "Not scared of dying?"
Scoffing, he flipped the musket off his shoulder and raised the stock like a club—bringing it down with force aimed at Bai Yu's skull.
But just before it landed—
Snap!
Without turning his head, Bai Yu's left hand reached backward—and caught the blow mid-swing.
"What the—?!"
The thug barely had time to curse.
CRACK!
With a flick of his wrist, Bai Yu crushed the musket's stock into splinters.
A navy-issue musket, shattered like a twig.
The thug's eyes widened.
What kind of monster was this?!
"Shigan."
Bai Yu whispered coldly, twisting his arm forward.
His fingers—now curled like talons—thrust directly into the man's chest.
Pfft!
The fingers didn't just jab—they pierced.
From sternum to spine, Bai Yu's fingers impaled straight through the thug's heart. Blood sprayed behind him.
"Urrgh..."
The man staggered, trying to scream—but only blood came out.
With a single pull, Bai Yu retracted his hand.
The thug collapsed to the ground like a sack of meat.
The laughter was gone.
Bukongu and his men stood frozen, eyes wide with disbelief—not just at Bai Yu's strength, but his ruthlessness.
No hesitation. No mercy.
"Kill him!!" Bukongu roared. "Avenge him!"
With cries of rage, the rest of the men surged forward, brandishing sabers and muskets.
At the front, Bukongu dragged out two enormous iron clubs, each heavier than most men could lift. He charged, a roaring beast ready to flatten anything in his path.
But Bai Yu… merely unsheathed his Ryūen Taidō—the Dragon Flame Saber.
He brought the blade up, holding it horizontally across his gaze.
FWOOSH!
With a single thought, his Azure Dragon Sword Intent surged—coiling around the blade in vibrant, crackling flame.
Zzzzzzz...
But it didn't end there.
Electric arcs sparked at Bai Yu's feet—white lightning dancing across his legs. They multiplied and swirled, wrapping his limbs in lightning armor.
His entire frame glowed with destructive energy.
Across the field, Bukongu's iron clubs lifted into the air.
"DIE!"
But Bai Yu moved first.
"Run Thunder."
He muttered.
Zzzap!!
With a thunderclap, Bai Yu vanished into a streak of lightning—his right foot stepping forward into a burst of speed that shattered the air.
Like a lightning bolt, he tore through Bukongu's forces.
His blade gleamed.
Shunk! Shunk! Shunk!
Within seconds, Bai Yu was among them.
Each movement was precise, almost mechanical.
A flash here—a scream.
A slash there—a body falls.
One by one, Bukongu's men were cut down by the flickering streak of light that never stopped moving.
In less than ten seconds, it was over.
Silence fell.
Only Bai Yu stood—his blade low, his eyes cold.
Everyone else?
Dead or dying in pools of blood.
Only Bukongu remained.
His breath caught in his throat.
"The sins you've committed," Bai Yu said, raising his gaze, "cannot be forgiven."
Gulp.
Bukongu tried to speak—but no words came.
Zzziiipp!
Another burst of lightning.
In the blink of an eye, Bai Yu was behind him.
The Dragon Flame Saber was pressed to his neck.
"Wai—"
Slash!
Too late.
Bai Yu's blade slid cleanly through Bukongu's throat.
Blood sprayed skyward as the body crumpled to the ground, lifeless.
No one was left standing.
The forest returned to silence—except for the quiet crackle of lingering thunder at Bai Yu's heels.
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