Shinsui's mind raced, thoughts swirling as he pondered their next move. "What do we do now?" he questioned.Cash's mind raced as well, realizing the gravity of the situation. He glanced at Levi, who nodded in agreement, both of them contemplating the same thing."There's no time for games or trivial squabbles. It's time for war!" Cash thought resolutely.Shinsui voiced a concern, his voice trailing off, "Wait! What about William? I don't see him anywhere..."Cash's heart sank as he heard those words, realizing their grave mistake. He muttered to himself, placing a hand on his head, "We have truly messed up."*_*"I need to finish this quickly, I won't make it if the General comes back, I don't want to kill William, we are the same. And even if I want to, I can't. The shorty asked me to keep him alive." Linton pondered."It still surprises me that you know of my technique. Albeit, I presume you don't know all about it." Linton uttered. "The pole detests the bear, the bear detests the p
William struggled to his feet, pain coursing through his body, but he refused to back down. “I won’t let you destroy yourself!” he declared, his voice steady despite the chaos around them. He steadied his stance, preparing for the next wave of Linton’s assault.“Then prepare to be broken!” Linton roared, launching himself at William with renewed fervor. The two collided in a furious storm of strikes and counters, their auras clashing in a brilliant display of light and darkness.The end was nowhere in sight, and the world around them faded into insignificance as they became lost in the battle, destined to clash until one could no longer stand.The battle between Linton and William reached a fever pitch, the air thick with tension and the reverberations of their fierce combat. Each strike echoed like thunder as the two pushed their limits, their auras colliding in a display of raw power and emotion. But amidst their fierce exchanges, a darker shadow loomed, unseen, waiting for the p
As Clark and Leonard fought side by side, the battle began to tilt in their favor, the tide turning like a sudden storm. The rain fell heavier, mixing with the blood and sweat that painted the battlefield, creating a gruesome tapestry of conflict.Clark felt invigorated by Leonard's presence. Their combined strength was perceptive, a force that surged through the air as they moved with synchronicity. He charged toward Kabuchi, feigning left before switching to a right hook that caught the massive warrior off guard. The punch landed squarely against Kabuchi's jaw, sending him reeling back.“Let’s finish this!” Clark shouted, adrenaline pumping through his veins. He could feel the heat of battle igniting a fire within him, a primal urge to protect and conquer.With Kabuchi momentarily dazed, Leonard seized the opportunity. She dashed forward, her sabre gleaming as she struck with precision, aiming for the gaps in Kabuchi’s armor. Her blade sliced through the air, leaving trails of sh
Fushi squared off against General Nazumoto, his heart pounding in his chest, every fiber of his being preparing for the brutal clash he knew was inevitable. Nazumoto's cold gaze fixed on him, the once-trusted general now a twisted force, his aura dark and suffocating. The air around them seemed to tremble, thick with tension, as if even nature itself recoiled from the violence to come.Without warning, Nazumoto charged, his body a blur of motion. Fushi barely managed to raise his arms in defense as the first blow came, a bone-shattering punch aimed straight at his gut. He deflected it at the last second, but the sheer force sent him skidding backward, his boots digging into the ground. Fushi’s arms shook from the impact, and he grit his teeth, already realizing that Nazumoto was much stronger than him.“What's wrong, Fushi? You're holding back!” Nazumoto taunted, his voice cold and mocking. He surged forward again, faster this time, and Fushi barely ducked under a powerful roundhous
“Welcome, everyone,” Joe’s voice echoed through the passage like a knife through the silence, cold and sharp. Slowly, he removed the mask that covered his face, revealing his chilling smile.“To whom this information may concern,” he continued, his eyes glinting with a dangerous gleam, “this will be the last time you draw breath as a living entity.” His words sent an icy shiver through the air, his tone unyielding and final. “Now, some of you may be wondering where you are. No need to fret, you are in my pathways.” He spread his arms, gesturing to the bleak, dark corridor that seemed to stretch endlessly in every direction. “They lead to nothing but death. Fighting is useless. Surrender? Equally so. Unless, of course,” he paused, his smile widening, “you are special. Special to me.”Joe’s gaze swept over the faces before him. Some stared back in terror, others in cold defiance. But as his eyes settled on a figure lurking in the shadows, his grin turned more sinister. "And for those
Clark’s face was tight with worry as he paced back and forth, his fists clenched in frustration. The weight of the situation was suffocating, and he couldn't shake the image of Fushi being dragged away. He needed answers, and fast.“You said they took him?” Leonard Iris asked, her voice measured, though there was a sharp edge to her words. She stood with her arms crossed, watching Clark intently.Clark nodded, his voice strained as he explained, “They took him, Leonard. Fushi is gone, and I don’t know where they’ve taken him.” He ran a hand through his hair, exhaling sharply. “How bad is it, Leonard? Tell me straight.”Leonard sighed, her eyes darkening. "It’s bad, Clark. Not as bad as it could be, but bad enough. We’ve got most places under control. The soldiers Joe’s been funding with W-5 money? Defeated. The Limo clan? They’re neutralized. But Joe and the rest of his nefarious crew are still out there. And they’re not going to go down easily.”Before Clark could respond, a brillia
A deep, unsettling hum reverberated through the battlefield as the blue, maze-like borders began to form around Joe’s feet, glowing with unnatural light. The lines traced the air around him, like cracks spreading across the very fabric of reality. The energy swirling around him intensified, a dark storm brewing in the heart of Joe’s aura. His eyes glowed with a malevolent gleam as he locked onto his two adversaries—General Hiroshi and General Nazumoto.The two generals stood their ground, their expressions hardened, but even they could feel the oppressive weight of Joe's power pressing down on them. It was like standing on the edge of an abyss, staring into the unknown depths.Joe’s voice was a cold whisper, barely audible but filled with malice. “You think you’re ready for me? Let’s see how long you can last.”Nazumoto was the first to move. His massive frame suddenly blurred as a thick mist began to rise around him, obscuring his form in a shroud of gray fog. The mist curled and t
The air grew thick with tension as Joe faced the two generals—Nazumoto, a figure wreathed in mist, and Hiroshi, with his steely eyes and unyielding gun. The battlefield felt small beneath the enormity of their powers. Dust and debris scattered with every impact, and the ground beneath them quivered as though terrified of what was to come.Nazumoto’s mist swirled around Joe, obscuring his vision, but Joe’s eyes never wavered. He could feel Nazumoto’s presence, the way the air shifted when the general moved. Without warning, a fist as large as a boulder slammed into Joe’s side, sending him skidding across the ground, his boots tearing through the earth like a plow through soil. Joe gritted his teeth, twisting his body mid-slide to brace himself for the next blow.Nazumoto appeared from the fog again, his fists hammering down like thunder. Joe barely had time to dodge, each punch creating shockwaves that shattered the rocks beneath him. He swung back, his ow