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He was like the most patient hunter, waiting quietly in the shadows.
As the clock struck nine, the monk guarding the gate slowly closed the heavy wooden door, making a creaking sound.
Just as the wooden door closed, the guard on the right suddenly felt his body stiffen.
He had originally intended to turn around and inspect the area, but now he felt as if he were bound by invisible shackles, unable to move even a finger.
His mind was filled with surprise and confusion, but he couldn't turn his head, so naturally he couldn't see it.
Behind him, on the shadow he cast on the ground, a figure completely shrouded in thick blackness was silently emerging.
The shadows peeled away like a tide, revealing Qingze's figure.
His eyes were icy cold, and his right hand shot out like lightning, grabbing the hilt of the samurai sword at the gatekeeper's waist and pulling it outwards with a sudden jerk.
The sturdy hilt, carrying a gust of evil wind, struck the unsuspecting guard's chin from below.
"Crack!"
With a sickening cracking sound, Qingze's powerful strike shattered the guard's jaw.
The shattered bones, mixed with flesh and blood, seemed to pierce upwards into the brain.
The guard instinctively wanted to scream in agony, but as he struck the hilt of his sword, Qingze flicked his wrist, and the unsheathed blade drew a cold arc in the air, slicing across his throat.
"Ho... ho ho..."
All the unfinished wails turned into rapid and desperate gasps, like a broken bellows.
Warm blood gushed out suddenly, staining the heavy wooden door that had just been closed in front of them.
The hunt begins.
Chapter 31 Massacre
The four crimson characters "Evil God's Claws" above the man's head instantly merged, transforming into a striking red light that swiftly disappeared into Qingze's brow.
A familiar warm current surged through his body from top to bottom, bringing an intoxicating sense of comfort, no less than if Tsukishima Chizuru had used her hands to soothe his restless anger.
Hearing the strange "hoarse" sound, the guard on the left turned around in confusion and asked, "Yushu, what...who are you?!"
He had only spoken halfway when he saw his companion fall to the ground. This sudden turn of events left his mind blank, and he instinctively asked for his name.
Qingze gave him no time to think. He took a step forward and swung his katana again, this time from above, slashing down with a sharp whistling sound.
The sharp blade flashed through the air in a deadly arc, precisely slicing into the man's left neck, continuing its downward momentum and instantly severing the fragile carotid artery.
Scalding hot blood gushed out like a burst high-pressure water pipe, splashing onto the blue stone floor of the courtyard, spreading out in a large, glaring crimson.
The man remained frozen in disbelief for a moment, then the label above his head merged with it, turning into a beam of red light that entered Qingze's brow.
"Pfft."
Aozawa drew his katana expressionlessly, and the man's corpse lost its support, collapsing limply to the ground.
Without pausing, he strode toward the Japanese-style mansion in the center of the courtyard, carrying his still-dripping katana.
Having conducted prior reconnaissance using shadow jumps, he had determined that the mansion only had surveillance cameras installed at the external entrance, with no cameras inside.
I guess they think it's unnecessary.
Before Qingze even reached the central residence, a fierce barking came from both sides.
"Wang Wang Wang!"
Two men, both bearing the tag "Evil God's Claws" above their heads, rushed out from the side paths on the left and right respectively.
Each of them was led by a leash of ten large, snarling hunting dogs.
"Woof woof!!"
The hounds growled menacingly, drool dripping from their mouths, ready to pounce at any moment.
The two men saw Qingze's strange appearance—wearing a fox mask and wielding a bloodstained katana—and then glanced at his companion lying on the ground in the distance behind him.
One of them suddenly changed his expression and shouted sharply, "Who are you?!"
"The one who wants you dead."
Qingze's answer was understated.
The two men exchanged a glance, then immediately released the leash, intending to unleash the dog to bite.
"Wang Wang!"
The hounds barked and charged forward.
Just then, Qingze's eyes narrowed, and the killing intent in his heart surged forth as if it were a tangible force.
"Woo...Woo..."
The hunting dogs, which had been barking fiercely just moments before, suddenly seemed to have been struck by an invisible hammer. Their barking stopped abruptly, replaced by whimpers of fear.
Under the astonished gazes of the two men, these normally ferocious hunting dogs suddenly went limp, lying prostrate on the ground with their tails tucked tightly between their hind legs, as if submitting to some terrifying being at the top of the food chain.
Animals' instincts are far more acute than humans'. The moment Qingze unleashed his killing intent, they immediately understood the vast difference in their abilities.
"Useless trash!"
One of them cursed, then immediately drew his katana with a clang and shouted to his companion, "Jiro, let's attack together and finish him off!"
"Ah."
The other person responded and also drew his sword.
The two of them, one on the left and one on the right, charged towards Qingze in coordination.
He suddenly exerted force with his feet, raising a light dust cloud, and rushed forward like an arrow released from a bow.
The katana in her hand transformed into a straight silver bolt of lightning, piercing the throat of the man on the left with lightning speed.
The blade was drawn instantly, leaving a trail of blood, before tracing a perfect semi-circular arc in the air. The cold blade had already silently sliced open the throat of the man on the right.
The two froze almost simultaneously, then fell heavily to the ground, blood gushing from the wounds in their throats.
The scarlet tags above their heads quickly merged, turning into two beams of red light that disappeared into Qingze's brow.
The continuous enhancement of the body's comfortable sensations made every cell in his body leap with joy, and his pace involuntarily quickened.
……
The interior of the Dharma assembly hall was decorated with a rather mysterious atmosphere.
White cloth curtains covered with obscure and difficult-to-understand Sanskrit were hung on both sides of the wall.
A high platform was erected directly in front, on which was enshrined a golden, three-meter-tall Maitreya Buddha statue.
The Buddha statue is carved entirely from wood, but its surface is coated with a thick layer of gold paint, which shines brightly under the light. If you don't look closely, it's hard to tell that it's not real gold.
Yoshikawa Masaya, holding a megaphone, stood in front of the platform, repeating the same clichéd lines.
It is simply that the end times are coming, all living beings have sins, and only those who cleanse their sins can overcome the calamity and reach the blissful mountain.
As for how to cleanse one's sins?
Naturally, they would dedicate everything to "Maitreya".
Work hard, then use all the money you earn to build the Dharma body of Maitreya, and devoutly listen to the "teachings" of this "Maitreya's human representative".
He was getting really into it.
boom! ! !
A loud bang suddenly rang out, and the tightly closed door of the Dharma assembly site was kicked open from the outside.
The loud noise instantly interrupted all his speech.
Yoshikawa Masaya stared in astonishment toward the doorway.
There stood a tall, imposing man wearing a fox mask, holding a blood-stained katana.
A guardian monk responsible for maintaining order stepped forward and shouted, "Who are you?!"
"I have no interest in giving my name to a dead person."
Qingze's voice came through the mask as he stepped into the hall.
Yoshikawa Masaya adopted the composed demeanor of someone in a superior position and said, "I think you should take a good look at the situation."
Inside the hall, it was four against one, no, it should be hundreds of us believers against you alone!
Isn't it obvious who has the advantage?
I advise you to lay down your butcher's knife, convert to Buddhism under Maitreya, and you might have a chance to live.
"It seems that you and I have very different understandings of 'advantage'."
He raised his sword, pointing it at Yoshikawa Masaya in front of the platform, and said coldly, "Fat pig, today I'll teach you what it means to have the advantage."
"Help him pass on to the afterlife!"
Yoshikawa Masaya's composure crumbled instantly, turning icy cold.
He hates being called a fat pig the most.
That was true before, and it's even more so now that he's become a "cult leader".
This title is the greatest insult to his identity.
Upon receiving the order, the four guardian monks immediately drew their samurai swords and charged towards Qingze from different directions with a roar.
A bloodthirsty smile curled at the corner of Qingze's mouth beneath the mask as he fearlessly met the approach.
In the blink of an eye, the angles at which the four guardians raised their swords, the trajectories of their downward strikes, and their footwork...
Every detail became crystal clear to his heightened senses, as if in slow motion.
The katana in his hand suddenly transformed into a silver lightning bolt, leaving several elusive trails in the air.
Then, his figure flashed through the gap between the four people like a ghost.
Tick.
A drop of blood slid from the cold tip of the knife and landed on the polished floor.
Behind him, the four guardian monks suddenly stopped moving. Then, a red line suddenly split open on their necks, and a large amount of blood gushed out like a fountain.