715: Chapter 715: [Black Poppy] 715: Chapter 715: [Black Poppy] “You actually discovered us?” one of them spoke up, using stiff Divine Land language.
Shi Buddha chuckled while puffing on his cigar, “Not at all, I just drank a bit too much earlier.
My throat’s a bit uncomfortable, I just wanted to shout it out.”
The response from Shi Buddha frustrated the three men to the point they almost spat blood.
“You two leave, and leave Kevin Nickmit behind, or else you all will die,” the man spoke again.
Although in their eyes, Shi Buddha and the Ghost Head God of Killing posed no threat to them, they still wanted to avoid startling the snake in the grass.
However, what they hadn’t expected was to come across two tough characters.
Heavenly Eye, the little guy, was trembling and hid behind Shi Buddha and the Ghost Head God of Killing, fearing they would hand him over.
“Shall you do it or shall I?” The Ghost Head God of Killing asked, his icy gaze rendering the three men as good as dead corpses.
A glint appeared in Shi Buddha’s eyes as he thought of something, unable to help himself, he suggested, “How about we play rock-paper-scissors to decide?”
“Hm!” The Ghost Head God of Killing did not refuse, nodding his head.
The three people nearby were on the verge of madness.
The opponents seemingly didn’t take them seriously, actually deciding to play rock-paper-scissors to determine who would take their lives.
“I’m the Shaolin rock-paper-scissors little prince, rock arrows paper, I win.
I’ll take care of these guys,” Shi Buddha said, seeming very excited.
“Kill them!”
One of the men couldn’t hold back anymore and burst out shouting.
His body propelled up high, like a cannonball, shooting towards Shi Buddha with an unrivaled offensive momentum.
A streak of light flashed across Shi Buddha’s retinas, like a meteor sweeping through the night sky in an instant, a symbol of utmost speed.
Shi Buddha still had his cigar, completely without the awareness of the Grim Reaper’s arrival.
The moment the light on the retina completely faded, it signalled the Grim Reaper’s descent.
Shi Buddha’s expression remained cool and indifferent, yet there was a sudden brightening in his eyes, and his right hand casually moved, drawing what seemed to be an arc.
“Bang!”
Following that, the man’s body was thrown back heavily, crashing to the ground with a thud.
His face bore an excited expression as if he was about to succeed, but his tiger eyes were lifeless and hollow, and the man had long since stopped breathing.
In the middle of his forehead hung half a cigarette butt, with the front resembling a knife blade that had carved into the man’s forehead.
Shock!
The remaining two men were horrified.
This man in front of them had used just a cigarette butt to easily kill one of their elites, which was truly terrifying.
The unruly Shi Buddha posed the greatest threat to the remaining two men!
“Hum hum!”
The soft whirring of metal rubbing against the air reached Shi Buddha’s ears, as two unmatched fast figures broke through the air and the sound barrier, striking at Shi Buddha from front and back.
Shi Buddha merely stepped slightly forward, his spirit focused, hands nonchalantly resting on the outside of his thighs.
The two men had ferocious expressions, like fierce ghosts, like demons.
The Divine Slaying Blades in their hands were lightning-fast, the cold light daunting, their momentum intimidating.
“Crack!
Crack!”
The distinctive metallic sounds rang out again, except this time, they were sounds of snapping.
The two men were thoroughly shocked, having tangled with what kind of monster.
To break a sharp dagger with bare hands?
Shi Buddha still stood there, his figure elongated by the moonlight.
His left palm clenched tightly onto a piece of cold metal, the remnants of the two unfortunate souls’ daggers, and the same was true for his right hand.
“People of Black Poppy, instead of staying put in North America, where are you running off to?”
The cold words leaked from Shi Buddha’s lips, shocking the two Black Poppy men before him because he had pinpointed their identities in one sentence.
Black Poppy was an organization that operated across North America, often moving unseen, but when they did appear, it inevitably meant slaughter.
For many business magnates, the emergence of Black Poppy was a nightmare.
For the first time, two Black Poppy experts felt the breath of death, experiencing what it was like to have their fate in someone else’s hands.
But it was the will to live and an indomitable spirit that ignited their potential, as force after force erupted within them like a volcano, filling their meridians completely.
In an instant, the strength of the two men surged, a perfect display of human potential and the desire to survive in this moment.
“Aargh!”
The roar of life, the domineering momentum.
The two suddenly changed direction, attacking the God of Killing and Heavenly Eye without agreement.
Shi Buddha didn’t mind the two men, instead, a sly smile crept across his lips, his eyes looking at them as if staring at fools.
The two men stomped on the ground, their bodies springing up as if on springs, attacking the God of Killing with a shocking momentum.
Pairs of iron fists became their best weapons, heavier than a thousand jun!
Not to mention blowing a person’s head to smithereens with a single punch, even a five-centimeter-thick steel plate could be pierced.
The blur of their fists was dazzling, the fist wind fearful, chafing painfully against the cheek!
In this moment, the overlapping shadows of fists and figures happened in a flash.
The God of Killing remained indifferent, standing still and silent, his dim eyes suddenly shining bright as stars, with a terrifying glow as if to swallow everything.
Two experts wore expressions of bloodthirsty excitement on their faces, their moves absolutely their strongest strikes, surely enough to blast the God of Killing’s head to bits.
But as their fists landed ruthlessly on the God of Killing’s head, they suddenly felt an emptiness in their hands, as if striking cotton, with no resistance at all.
However, the two men were bewildered; they saw clearly that their fists had struck the head of the God of Killing.
How could they have missed?
Doubts arose, wondering if they were hallucinating.
In an instant, both realized they had missed, the God of Killing had disappeared in that moment, what they saw was but an afterimage left behind, deceiving their eyes and making the brain’s central system fail to react.
The only explanation was that his speed had reached an extreme, causing a momentary vanishing effect.
No, it was already too late when the two men’s minds caught up.
As they expected, there was another person behind them, a pair of cold eyes staring dead at their heads, the man was the God of Killing.
“Pff, pff!”
Such sounds were truly peculiar, like a sharp instrument piercing tofu in an instant, yet somewhat different, a strange noise that could be used as background music in a horror movie.
“Err…”
The death cries of the two Black Poppy members got stuck in their throats, without a chance to say goodbye to this beautiful world, their heads flew off like soccer balls.