Chapter 383: Chapter 383: Massacre Unleashed (Part 4)
Bang!
Lin Fei struck a death warrior’s chest with a palm, causing the chest to collapse instantly, and the warrior spat out a mouthful of blood!
The next moment, Lin Fei punched another death warrior in the face, sending a mouthful of bloody teeth flying out.
Lin Fei’s fists and palms changed endlessly, like a storm of wind and thunder. Wherever he went, the Eastern death warriors screamed in agony, the sounds of breaking bones echoing incessantly. Lin Fei fought more fiercely the longer the battle, as if he were in an uninhabited land.
In just a few breaths, twenty or thirty Eastern death warriors were smashed to the ground, some dead, others wounded. Most of the Samurai swords in their hands were either knocked away or broken by Lin Fei’s palms, falling to the ground like scrap metal.
The remaining seventy or so Eastern death warriors, already frightened, retreated to a safe distance five or six meters away from Lin Fei, holding their Samurai swords, watching Lin Fei with vigilance and fear from afar, but none dared to attack again.
Lin Fei’s gaze was stern as he looked at East Yixiong and said, “East Yixiong, this is not your East Asian Country; this is Huaxia. You want to cause trouble and kill here in Huaxia, but let me tell you now, Huaxia is not a place for an Easterner like you to run wild!”
Indeed, this is the Huaxia Country.
As a Huaxia person, Lin Fei would never allow East Yixiong and these Easterners to act recklessly in Huaxia Country, not to mention committing murder and robbery.
This is why Lin Fei had to strike hard and show no mercy to the Eastern death warriors just now.
East Yixiong’s eyes flickered with rage.
Lin Fei had either killed or grievously wounded his twenty or thirty Eastern death warriors in a single breath. And even if they did not die, the severely wounded Eastern Samurai probably would never be able to wield a sword and kill again.
Lin Fei had completely destroyed them all.
These Eastern death warriors were cultivated by the East Yixiong family, with unknown amounts of effort, time, and money, to be willing to risk their lives for the Eastern family.
Yet, in just this short time, a third of East Yixiong’s death warriors were destroyed by Lin Fei.
East Yixiong’s heart was bleeding.
And he was burning with rage.
“Lin Fei, it seems I underestimated you.” East Yixiong’s gaze was as sharp as a blade as he coldly said to Lin Fei, “You’ve injured so many of my death warriors; if I don’t flay you and draw your tendons today, my heart’s hatred will never be quenched.
And after you’re dead, I’m going to sell those four wealthy daughters who like you to the red-light district in Tokyo, to exclusively serve our East Asian Country’s filthy rich and lecherous old men!”
From the second-floor window, Qin Zimo, Wang Yixin, Xiao Xiao, and Yuan Yuxi heard these words, and they couldn’t help but grit their teeth in fury, hating East Yixiong to the bone.
“Pervert!”
“Scumbag!”
“Disgusting!”
“Go die!”
When Lin Fei heard East Yixiong’s words, his voice was as cold as ice: “East Yixiong, since you wish them harm, you must die!”
As he spoke, the overwhelming killing intent radiating from Lin Fei invisibly shocked the entire scene, causing all the Eastern death warriors to be restless, their expressions changing.
East Yixiong was similarly intimidated by Lin Fei’s aura, momentarily stunned.
But, recalling his own strength, a sharp gleam flashed in his eyes as he ordered East Yitian and all Eastern death warriors surrounding him, “Kill him for me! I don’t want him alive even for a moment longer!”
“Yes, young master.” East Yitian responded with a sinister and ferocious expression, eyes fixed on Lin Fei.
Clink.
East Yitian drew the Samurai sword from the scabbard at his waist, gripping it tightly with both hands, then bellowed.
An explosive inner Qi erupted from his body, enveloping him like a storm, his aura terrifying.
“Kill!” East Yitian, bursting with master Inner Qi Evil Wind, glared with angry eyes, holding the Samurai sword, leaping up to deliver a slashing strike towards Lin Fei.
The blade light slicing through the air was blinding like snow in the moonlight, aimed directly at Lin Fei’s eyes.
Lin Fei promptly closed his eyes.
Seeing Lin Fei close his eyes, a cold smile appeared on East Yixiong’s lips: this was East Yitian’s trump card, known as Blade Light Shedding Blood.
Harnessing the light from lamps, or moonlight, at the moment of East Yitian’s strike, he creates a dazzling flash aimed at the opponent’s eyes, potentially blinding them instantly.
And while the opponent is temporarily blinded, East Yitian’s blade strike would surely kill them.
How many top experts had died under East Yitian’s Blade Light Shedding Blood is unknown?
Hence, in East Yixiong’s view, it was absolutely impossible for Lin Fei to dodge East Yitian’s Blade Light Shedding Blood.
The blade light descended.
Qin Zimo, Yuan Yuxi, Xiao Xiao, and Wang Yixin’s faces turned pale with fright, letting out a gasp.
Bang.
Then a scream of agony sounded.
Splat, blood sprayed down in the air.
Only the four women, Qin Zimo and the others, saw that it was not Lin Fei who screamed, but East Yitian.
The blood spraying in the air was also East Yitian’s.
Lin Fei held his fists, kicking his right foot upward diagonally, striking East Yitian’s chin, shattering his jawbone.
Then, East Yitian flew out like a broken kite, falling right into the oncoming death warriors rushing toward Lin Fei.
Thud thud thud, East Yitian’s chest was pierced by several sharp blades; his body landed just on the Samurai swords held by several death warriors.
East Yitian’s eyes opened wide, blood spewing from his mouth; he quivered and collapsed to the ground, dead.
East Yixiong looked at the deceased East Yitian with shock on his face; he could not believe that his most trusted expert, East Yitian, was dead just like that?
Enraged to the extreme, his entire body trembled slightly as he hysterically commanded, “All death warriors, with me, kill this Huaxia mongrel!”
Then, East Yixiong drew the Samurai sword from his waist, moving as swiftly as a ghost.
Slash, a fierce blade, carrying supreme killing intent, sliced toward Lin Fei.
Its speed was faster than lightning.
The blade cut through the air, whistling even more sharply and terrifyingly than a bullet shot.
Lin Fei’s gaze was calm, his body dodging left and right, unpredictably, leaving countless afterimages.
Swish swish swish, East Yixiong slashed left and right, yet every strike fell on empty air, evaded effortlessly by Lin Fei.
At the same time, dozens of death warriors also thrust their Samurai swords at Lin Fei.
Lin Fei moved like lightning, disarming a death warrior with a single swift move, Barehanded Snatch of the Blade.
In an instant, Lin Fei was possessed by the War God, going on a killing spree.
Swish swish swish.
Slash slash slash.
Swish swish swish.
The blade light in Lin Fei’s hands flickered like meteors darting by, lightning rampaging, full of murderous aura, blood splattering, screams resonating, turning the world into a hellish battlefield, the sky darkened, the river of blood flowing.
Clank clank clank, one by one, the Samurai swords dripped with blood and fell to the ground.
Dozens of Eastern death warriors fell like harvested crops.
Soon, the sounds of battle and clashing swords ceased.
Under the moonlight, over a hundred Eastern death warriors lay on the ground, eighty percent heavily wounded, twenty percent dead.
The ground was covered in blood, a shocking sight.
Lin Fei stood holding the sword, his body splattered with the enemy’s blood, like an ancient War God who savored blood and raw flesh on the battlefield.