God-Level Special Forces Soldier

Despite being on the side with more people, the members of the Fujino Martial Arts Hall felt a sense of invincibility when they looked at Mizuno Pengyu, who stood with hands behind his back, exuding confidence.

Even someone as capable as Fujino Fumitaka understood it was a pressure that belonged to a superior rank; merely standing there, motionless, exuded an aura of having a mighty army behind him!

Fujino Fumitaka had fortunately seen this kind of aura emanate from his own leader before. However, witnessing it again now still rattled his mind, leaving him unable to truly find peace.

But, at this moment, he had no choice but to confront such pressure head-on. After losing multiple top-tier experts, Fujino Martial Arts Hall had fallen behind the Mizuno Clan and the royal family.

If he were to lead everyone to their deaths now, there was no doubt he would become the villain, a burden he absolutely could not bear.

Therefore, he had to step forward; even if he had to die, he must preserve as much strength as possible!

Thinking of this, Fujino Fumitaka let out a long breath of impure air, channeling his True Qi to its full potential, unleashing his entire aura without reservation, charging towards Mizuno Pengyu.

Feeling the unstoppable momentum coming at him, Mizuno Pengyu was slightly intrigued, having known of Fujino Fumitaka’s outstanding skills, but surprised at his notable prowess after being obscured for some time.

However, if Fujino thought he could defeat Mizuno with this alone, it was naively overconfident!

Mizuno Pengyu snorted coldly, showing no signs of panic on his face, while his hand behind his back slowly moved, as if searching for something.

Seeing this, Fujino Fumitaka was filled with doubt and alarm, sensing a faintly transmitted threat signal that grew clearer and more urgent as he got nearer to Mizuno Pengyu.

This sharp intuition to danger was honed through countless battles. It’s Fujino’s life skill, helping him more often than not avoid mistakes.

In an instant, Fujino Fumitaka dared not delay, forcibly halting his forward rush, and swiftly retreated.

After completing this, a trail of blood appeared at his mouth, yet inwardly, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Because the danger signal had vanished, indicating no immediate threat, at least for now.

But then, Fujino Fumitaka suddenly felt a chill at his back, which turned into a cold insidiousness, uncontrollably spreading, giving him barely any time to react before enveloping him entirely.

Feeling his limbs frozen as if encased in ice, Fujino Fumitaka’s expression shifted rapidly before focusing abruptly on Mizuno Pengyu.

Upon seeing a purple wooden box the size of a matchbox in Mizuno’s hand, his eyes filled instantly with fear, and his heart seemed frozen.

Fujino Fumitaka recognized the item in Mizuno Pengyu’s hand, which led him to tremble in fear upon sight.

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On the other side, Xiao Tian finally faced off against the long-haired elder.

Xiao Tian knew he must stay alert against Mizuno Clan’s second-in-command, unable to afford any carelessness even in his current berserk state.

With a deep breath, he expelled the impure air from his chest, as his towering body rose and fell with each breath, sounding reminiscent of a bellows, intimidating to say the least.

But the long-haired elder was clearly not fazed, remained standing not far from Xiao Tian, ready to intercept at any moment.

A moment later, Xiao Tian raised and lowered his right foot, causing the ground around him to tremble, then slightly arching his body, he lunged to the side, akin to a sword unsheathed, charging towards the long-haired elder.

The long-haired elder reacted as soon as Xiao Tian moved, consistently retreating with rapid footsteps and then sidestepped to block Xiao Tian’s path precisely.

Xiao Tian was somewhat frustrated by this, unwilling to linger any longer, yet his opponent tenaciously held on, leaving him merely to express helplessness.

Briefly glancing aside, he noticed the experts he had previously chased into panic now regrouping with a tendency to move, understanding he couldn’t delay any longer, clenched his fists tightly, and pushed forward like breaking through bamboo.

When his hammer-sized iron fists collided with the long-haired elder, they began to swing open and shut robustly; even conservatively speaking, each punch Xiao Tian threw weighed around eight hundred pounds; even steel would be deeply dented under such battering.

Nevertheless, the long-haired elder accepted each blow with merely his physical body, albeit retreating in the process, but in terms of pace, given a day, Xiao Tian might not push him off this space.

Of course, facing such dense, formidable assault wasn’t easy for the elder. His arms began to feel numb, even devoid of pain.

However, the long-haired elder knew well that the absence of pain meant danger, indicating that the opponent’s power surpassed his own defense limit, continued receiving such blows might cost him his arms inevitably.

While swiftly using True Qi to alleviate the numbness in his arms, the elder commanded, "Those skilled at close-combat, engage him; others, harass from afar!"

Upon hearing these orders, the experts behind Xiao Tian trembled collectively, a look of shrinking spread through their eyes.

Knowing well going up meant death, who would willingly court death?

Moreover, let alone running now, quibbling on how to skirmish seemed ridiculous, didn’t it?

Yet, those Mizuno Clan experts misunderstood; the elder’s command wasn’t random as they thought but rather a meticulously considered decision.

Having clashed directly with Xiao Tian, the elder formulated his judgment, believing Xiao Tian’s current state robust, but incapable of a lethal hit unless captured.

Reaching this impasse stemmed from panic breaking out and reluctance to be the ’first bird’ among them; correcting this timely should prevent one-sided developments further.

Upon hearing the elder’s command, Xiao Tian inwardly understood his capabilities well, recognizing trouble if those Mizuno Clan experts obeyed orders, reverting the scenario to a detestable drawn-out confrontation.

Realizing the urgency, Xiao Tian disregarded his bloodied fists, launching another assault on the elder.

Now understanding leaving meant utterly dismantling Mizuno Clan’s second-in-command, the toughest bone, to ensure escape...