Six SS-Rank Experts!

Tang Qi felt as if his brain was crashing at this moment; his worldview had completely shattered into pieces.

When did our Great Xia have so many SS-Levels?

Is this really reinforcement?

His lips trembled as he opened his mouth, not yet knowing what honorifics to use to greet them.

Just then, Yasuo in the crowd suddenly looked up.

His eyes turned toward the low ceiling.

In the next second.

*Clang!*

A flash of saber light.

Tang Qi didn't even see clearly how Yasuo drew his blade.

Only a loud boom was heard.

The reinforced concrete bunker above, several meters thick, was actually pierced through by a terrifying Sword Qi!

Sunlight poured in through the massive hole, dispersing the darkness within the room.

Amidst the flying dust.

Before Tang Qi could even react.

Those figures didn't even say a word, lightly tapping their feet on the ground.

*Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!*

Several sounds of rushing air echoed.

The six SS-Rank Experts turned into six streams of light and flew directly out through the pierced hole.

Leaving only Tang Qi and Maeda Hanami standing in place, looking up at the big hole with baffled expressions.

After a long moment.

Only then did Maeda Hanami swallow hard, asking in a dry voice, "Tang Qi, your Great Xia actually has this many SS-Rank Experts?"

Tang Qi wiped the dust off his face, his eyes dull.

"I think... this is my first time knowing as well..."

...

At the gap of the West City Gate.

The situation had completely spiraled out of control.

Although many people feared Wada Hirayama's terrifying aura and cowered, reluctant to move forward,

under the threat of death, countless reckless people still attempted to slip out through the gaps on both sides.

"Run!"

"We're dead either way! Charging out gives us a slim chance of survival!"

Desperate roars erupted from the crowd.

Hundreds of civilians seemed to go mad, ignoring Wada Hirayama's warnings as they surged madly toward the gap.

What if they made it?

What if he couldn't kill them all in time?

However.

Wada Hirayama looked at the surging crowd, impatience showing on his face.

"Obstinate fools."

He snorted coldly, his single arm gripping the hilt once again.

This time, he had no intention of holding back at all.

"Since you don't want to live, then all of you die."

"—Wild Cherry Blossoms."

*Swish—!*

The long blade was unsheathed.

This time, it wasn't just a single flash of saber light.

But hundreds, thousands of them!

Dense Saber Qi poured forth, harvesting life after life.

"Aaaah!"

Screams resounded through the clouds.

The hundreds charging at the very front were instantly sliced into pieces.

Blood sprayed and severed limbs flew everywhere.

For a moment, the gap at the West City Gate turned into a living hell, rivers of blood flowing.

The thick stench of blood was sickening.

The crowd behind was stunned silly by this terrifying scene, screaming as they tried to retreat, only to be pushed around by the people surging from behind, falling into complete chaos.

Wada Hirayama stepped forward, his body appearing in front of the crowd like a spectre.

The long blade in his hand was still dripping with blood.

"I said."

"Go back."

He raised his long blade and mercilessly slashed down at a woman holding a child, who was paralyzed on the ground with fear.

The woman closed her eyes in despair.

Just at this critical moment.

In the distant sky, a deafening thunderclap suddenly echoed!

*Rumble—!!!*

An incomparably brilliant golden lightning tore through space, shooting over from thousands of meters away!

Its speed reached the absolute extreme, even surpassing sound!

Charging straight at Wada Hirayama!

Wada Hirayama narrowed his eyes, emotion finally showing on his face.

So fast!

He didn't have time to kill the ant before him; twisting his wrist, he quickly drew his blade back to defend.

*Clang—!!!*

A loud crash of clashing metal resounded violently.

A terrifying shockwave centered around the two, expanding frantically in all directions.

The ground cracked instantly, and countless pieces of rubble shot out like bullets.

Wada Hirayama was pushed back tens of meters by this colossal force, his feet plowing two deep trenches into the ground.

He stabilized his stance and looked up.

In front of the woman,

a figure wearing a black cloak and holding a long sword was slowly straightening his posture.

The wild wind blew his long hair, revealing a pair of wild and unyielding eyes.

Yasuo casually flicked away the arcs of electricity on his sword tip, looking at Wada Hirayama nearby with a slight curl of his lips and a face full of contempt.

"One-armed old dog."

"Today is the day you die!"

Wild winds carried rubble, howling over the ruins of the West City Gate.

Gravity and suspicion appeared in Wada Hirayama's eyes.

SS-Level.

This aura couldn't be mistaken.

In this locked-down Tokyo City, there was actually another SS-Rank Expert hiding?

And it was the thunder element, which excelled most in offense and possessed the most terrifying destructive power!

Wada Hirayama narrowed his eyes, his gaze penetrating the swirling dust to stare at the black-haired figure holding a long sword dozens of meters away.

"Who is Your Excellency?"

Wada Hirayama's voice echoed over the ruins, carrying probe as well as suppressed intent to kill.

"Great Xia?"

"Or... those barbaric Big Bears from the north?"

In his view, at a crucial time like this, no one other than these two arch-rivals could dispatch an expert of this caliber.

Opposite him.

Yasuo casually twirled his sword, the golden electric arcs on the blade crackling as they shook the dust off the blade.

His eyes were calm, reflecting Wada Hirayama's old and sinister face.

Deep inside Yasuo's mind, the Intellect Core AI was running frantically.

Finally, it provided a perfect answer.

"I am the one who comes to slay you!"

As the words fell,

Yasuo's figure vanished into thin air.

A flash of golden thunder tore through the air!

Fast!

Fast to the absolute extreme!

Even the air was compressed by this terrifying speed into visible ripples, releasing a piercing sonic boom.

Wada Hirayama's pupils contracted.

What an arrogant brat!

"Courting death!"

Even if he had lost an arm, even if he hadn't recovered from his severe injuries, he was definitely not someone a young brat out of nowhere could look down on!

"Swallow Return!"

Wada Hirayama's emaciated arm turned into a blur.

The long blade left its sheath.

There were no brilliant lights or shadows, only extreme speed and ruthlessness.

The blade drew a strange, angled arc in the air, defying physical inertia as it sliced toward the incoming lightning.

*Clang—!!!*

The clash of metal rang out through the clouds.

Sparks flew in all directions.

Two figures collided violently in mid-air and quickly separated.

Yasuo landed, his feet sliding several meters across the ground. The long sword in his hand buzzed, and the web between his thumb and index finger felt slightly numb.

Golden light flowed along the blade.

Majestic power surged into his limbs and bones, and the Battle Intent in Yasuo's eyes grew even more fiery.

Meanwhile, on the other side.

Wada Hirayama only took half a step back, but his expression turned exceptionally grim.

His right hand was trembling slightly.

That golden power of thunder coursed along the blade into his meridians, frantically battering his muscles and nerves.

What shocked him even more was that this brat possessed an extremely high Profound Meaning of the sword!

Wada Hirayama was deeply shaken.

He was a Level 72 SS-Rank Expert!

Even if his current strength was less than seventy percent of his peak, the Level suppression was still right there.

The brat before him clearly had an aura of only around Level fifty.

In a head-on collision, how was he matching him evenly relying solely on this Sword Intent?

What was more...

Not to mention that golden thunder was also extremely domineering.

To think it could actually suppress his Sword Qi?

...

In the distance.

The Great Xia agents mixed in with the fleeing crowd were all dumbfounded.

Their mouths hung open, even forgetting to maintain their disguises.

"Th-This..."

An agent stammered, pointing at the figure in the center of the battlefield, unable to articulate a full sentence for a long time.

"Is this... the reinforcement the team leader talked about?"

"My goodness..."

"That's Wada Hirayama! The sword Dao myth of Sakura Country! An SS-Level monster!"

"That guy can actually stand toe-to-toe with Wada Hirayama!"

"What kind of immortal is this reinforcement boss of ours?"