Fortunately, he was one step ahead and slipped away.
"…Are you ready to die?"
Hayato squinted and smiled at Snake Mound George, who was not far in front of him.
Oh, of course,
Snake Mound George couldn't see his smile.
It wasn't because Snake Mound George was blind, but simply because… Hayato had a white paper stuck to his face.
Snake Mound George felt he might as well be blind.
A person.
An enemy.
Engulfed in flames, yet showing no pain whatsoever.
Instead, he let out a faint laugh and asked, "Are you ready to die?"
It looked incredibly bizarre no matter how you viewed it…
Snake Mound George instinctively took two steps back.
He was about to tell his subordinates to charge, but…
His subordinates behind him retreated even faster than he did.
He grabbed left and right, but his hands only grasped air.
Looking back, he saw his usual fierce and aggressive underlings now huddled together, trembling.
"It, it's a ghost… Didn't you see the triangular cloth on his face? It's exactly like the evil spirits in horror movies!"
"No, no, it must be a god… And that's not a triangular cloth, it's an A4 paper…"
"They're both white, what's the difference!"
Snake Mound George was not only terrified but also a little numb…
You guys, you're so scared you can't even speak clearly… But your logic is surprisingly clear!
But a boss is always a boss.
He must have his unique qualities to have reached this point.
Snake Mound George knew the terrifying nature of the young man in front of him, and he also understood the grudge between them.
His subordinates had no prior acquaintance with this guy, so perhaps they could escape, but if he fell into his hands, he would definitely not survive.
Snake Mound George gritted his teeth.
"Listen up! This kid must have used some trick… to scare us!" He said, "Anyone with common sense would know that what we're seeing now must be fake… If he needs to scare us, it proves that he's no match for us through fair means, which is why he's going to all this extra trouble… Come with me, there are so many of us, he can't possibly wipe us all out!"
"If we fight, there's a glimmer of hope, but if we run—do you think he'll let you off so easily?!"
"He's only one person after all! Kill him!"
He was like he was giving a pre-battle pep talk.
Hayato was stunned after hearing it.
Aside from everything else, this Snake Mound George was truly a talent, always finding loopholes to turn black into white… And with logical, convincing arguments.
Not only that, his sinister gaze also highlighted a core idea.
—"If you run away, you'll only get two outcomes. First, if this fire man wins, he definitely won't let you off in the future. Second, if I win, I won't let you off either."
Therefore, his subordinates had no choice but to prepare for a desperate fight.
The subordinates indeed understood the meaning in their boss's words.
They first looked around, then after exchanging glances, the fear in their eyes gradually disappeared.
It was replaced by the fierce determination to fight for their lives, born from extreme fear.
Damn it, let's fight to the death!!
Hayato had a way to deal with this situation, and it wouldn't even take much effort, just a few words.
—"Go, run for your lives to the ends of the earth, I won't pursue you later."
At least half of the enemies could be dismantled.
However, his purpose in coming today…
Was not to do good deeds.
Under the shroud of flames, Hayato's lips, hidden behind the white paper, twisted into a slightly ferocious angle.
"Come die, you… you imbeciles!!"
"Waaahhhhhh!"
As if the trash-talking phase was over.
The moment Hayato's words fell, a brazen subordinate charged forward with a shovel.
The shovel was his weapon.
It's common, but also very practical.
If it hits your back, you'll at least lose your breath.
If it hits your head, it might kill you.
This person is clearly a "shovel specialist"; he's wielding this thing with impressive force.
Snake Mound George also stared at this scene.
Then he called for his brothers to follow.
"He was indeed able to fight ten before, but now the number of his subordinates is more than three times what it was, and the area is more open than before.
As long as we surround him, we might not lose." ← Snake Mound George was still calculating this.
But the next moment.
"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!"
The shovel man screamed, clutching his arm, then Hayato kicked him away.
"Keep a hand." Hayato said lightly.
He held the katana that had gleamed silver as it was drawn, then gently tapped his shoulder with the back of the blade.
Snake Mound George glanced at the screaming shovel man.
He didn't have a shovel in his hand.
He didn't even have a hand.
The shovel fell to the side.
And the hand remained on the katana—the katana had pierced through the severed hand, dripping with blood.
On the shovel man's severed arm, there was only a gushing red liquid.
Snake Mound George finally realized that although they had many people, Hayato this time was also different from that day.
"It's Quick Blade Ichimonji…" Miyajima Sosaku muttered to himself.
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