The men in white suits remained silent. Like machines that had received a unified command, they charged simultaneously from both ends of the alley without any hesitation, raising their long knives.
The narrow alleyway was instantly filled with a chilling murderous aura.
The cold glint of blades wove a web of death in the dim light, while dozens of pairs of leather shoes trampled the ground, producing a dull and rapid "thump-thump" sound, as if tolling the death knell of hell.
They remained silent, their eyes vacant, their sole purpose being to chop the man in the middle of the alley into mincemeat.
The first person to rush in front of Ryuzaki Makoto moved swiftly, gripping the hilt of his sword tightly with both hands and bringing it down with all his might!
The long sword sliced through the air, accompanied by a sharp screech!
Faced with a strike powerful enough to split rocks and shatter monuments, Ryuzaki's eyes remained completely unmoved.
He simply raised his left hand.
quick!
So fast that it's almost impossible to see with the naked eye!
In the instant the blade was just inches from his head, his hand, like an iron clamp, precisely gripped the wrist of the man holding the knife!
"Snap—!"
A sickening sound of bones shattering rang out clearly and jarringly amidst the clashing of swords.
Before the member of the garden club could even let out a scream, he felt an irresistible and terrifying force coming from his wrist, crushing his wrist bone into pieces!
A piercing pain instantly spread throughout his body, and he could no longer hold onto the long knife in his hand.
Just as the long sword was about to hit the ground, Ryuzaki Makoto's other hand had already steadily caught it.
Without pausing for a moment, he thrust his arm forward!
"Pfft!"
The cold, sharp longsword encountered no resistance and pierced through the man's chest from behind in a backhand motion!
Ryuzaki Shin stabbed this person right through!
Hot, viscous blood was still dripping from the tip of the knife.
Ryuzaki Makoto remained expressionless, and with another burst of strength, pulled the blade from the man's chest with a "whoosh"!
A gushing stream of scalding blood erupted from the pierced wound, splattering all over him.
He raised his foot and kicked out hard!
"Bang!"
A dull thud resounded.
The alley was no more than two meters wide. In the narrow space, the corpse was like a bowling ball, crashing heavily into the crowd rushing behind.
With a single blow, the people at the front were knocked to the ground, falling to the ground in a chaotic mass.
Just then, a sharp whooshing sound came from behind Ryuzaki Makoto!
Ryuzaki Makoto, however, seemed to have eyes in the back of his head. Without turning his head, he precisely grabbed behind him with his left hand!
With a crisp metallic clang, he actually managed to grab the cold blade that was slashing down from behind with his bare hands!
He exerted a sudden force!
"clang!"
He actually broke that long sword, forged from fine steel, in half!
Holding the broken blade, Ryuzaki Makoto suddenly spun around, his arm drawing a cold arc as he swung it backhand!
"Whoosh!"
A long line of blood appeared instantly on the astonished neck of the attacker.
Blood gushed out like a fountain, and he instinctively covered his neck with his hands, but blood continued to gush out from between his fingers.
He stared wide-eyed at the man before him in disbelief, his body swaying before he finally collapsed to his knees, utterly defeated.
The chaotic formation paused for a moment due to Ryuzaki Makoto's incredibly bloody counterattack.
Now!
Without the slightest hesitation, Ryuzaki suddenly raised his arm and, with all his might, hurled the blood-dripping longsword in his hand toward the white figures opposite him!
The long sword, like an arrow released from a bow, whistled through the air with a chilling sound, transforming into a cold, deadly flash that instantly sliced through the narrow alleyway!
puff!
puff!
puff!
Three muffled sounds, like sharp blades piercing flesh, rang out almost simultaneously!
The three men in white at the forefront stopped charging forward.
They looked down in horror and saw a bloody hole the size of a bowl in their chests.
The cold blade pierced through their bodies, binding the three of them together like a string of candied hawthorns.
The three men opened their mouths and simultaneously spat out a mouthful of blood mixed with fragments of internal organs. The life in their eyes quickly faded, and then they slowly fell forward like three wooden stakes.
The moment the three corpses fell, Ryuzaki Makoto appeared in front of the crowd who hadn't yet reacted.
He clenched his right fist, used his waist and abdomen to deliver a straight punch without any fancy moves, and slammed it hard into the chest of the person in front of him!
"Bang--!"
The power of that punch was terrifying beyond measure!
The opponent's chest was so hard that it caved in, and his hard ribs broke inch by inch!
Ryuzaki Makoto's fist went straight through his chest and emerged from his back!
In his hand, he was still clutching a heart that was still beating slightly!
Blood and bits of flesh splattered in all directions like an explosion!
Ryuzaki Makoto pulled his arm out and, like throwing away a piece of disgusting garbage, slammed the unrecognizable corpse against the wall.
Without pausing, he unleashed a powerful and unparalleled whip kick, slamming it into the head of the next person!
The immense force violently tore that person's neck apart in an instant!
A round head, with a terrified expression, shot up from the neck, tracing a blood-red parabola in the air before crashing into the wall with a loud "crack" and shattering!
The skull cavity, now devoid of its head, spewed scalding blood everywhere like a fountain.
At this point, there were still a dozen or so assassins left on the field.
When they saw Ryuzaki Makoto's almost demonic and brutal killing methods, they were genuinely terrified.
As the black gloves of the Upper Garden Society, they had done dirty work such as wiping out entire families and carrying out cruel assassinations, and considered themselves to be used to life and death.
But compared to the sheer violence displayed by the man before them, their previous notions of "cruelty" seemed like child's play.
This person is like a demon who has crawled up from the deepest part of hell!
He didn't seem to be fighting; he was enjoying the process of torturing and killing them!
Just then, Ryuzaki Makoto, covered in blood, slowly turned his head and looked at them.
When they met Ryuzaki Makoto's eyes, which had turned completely bloodshot and were devoid of any human emotion, everyone involuntarily took a step back.
Ryuzaki's lips curled into a cruel smile.
He stretched out his blood-stained hand and gently beckoned to these people.
If they had a choice, these people would really want to run away.
However, the extremely cruel rules of the Upper Garden Association left them with no way out.
If they dare to desert their posts, the consequences awaiting them will be far more painful and tragic than dying on the spot.
Their breathing instantly became incredibly heavy.
In the face of extreme fear, an extreme courage that comes with the threat of death erupts.
Their expressions turned frenzied, and they let out incomprehensible roars. Raising their long swords, they charged at Ryuzaki Makoto again like moths to a flame!
...
"Clatter."
A drop of viscous blood slowly slid down Ryuzaki Makoto's finger, eventually splashing into a pool of blood on the ground, creating a tiny ripple.
In the entire alley, only Ryuzaki Mako stood proudly alone, with no other figure standing around.
The wall was splattered with fresh blood, which was still flowing down the rough surface like a stream, gathering into viscous pools on the ground.
The ground was already covered in crimson, and nauseating human parts were scattered everywhere.
Headless corpses are everywhere here, with crushed entrails, severed arms, and unrecognizable pieces of flesh, turning this once ordinary alley into a hellish scene.
Ryuzaki's white T-shirt was completely soaked in blood, turning into a glaring crimson.
Blood was still dripping down the hem of his clothes, drop by drop.
He fumbled in his pocket and pulled out a cigarette.
The cigarette box was already soaked in blood, and the cigarette holder was also covered in red bloodstains.
He nonchalantly took out the same blood-stained lighter and struck it more than ten times until a faint flame finally appeared.
Ryuzaki Shin slowly placed the blood-soaked tobacco stick over the fire to dry it.
Then, he put the cigarette, which had a strange smell, in his mouth and took a deep drag.
He couldn't tell whether the smoke tasted of nicotine or the strong smell of blood.
However, the overwhelming killing intent in his heart gradually subsided a bit amidst the swirling smoke.
Thud...
Thud...
Thud...
Cold raindrops began to fall from the overcast sky.
They fell into the pool of hot blood, making a sizzling sound, and the stench of blood in the alley became slightly fainter.
Ryuzaki Makoto slowly exhaled a puff of smoke mixed with the smell of blood, then slowly tilted his head back, letting the cold raindrops wash away the bloodstains on his face.
Just then, a crisp clapping sound suddenly echoed in the quiet, rainy alley.
"As expected of Ryuzaki-kun, even a thousand troops would be no match for you..."