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"Fujita, calm down!"

"What are you doing? Don't you know who's on the other end?!"

In the distance, Shinji Nishimura led his group rushing over. He had witnessed the power of Superman's punch firsthand, and now seeing his leader confronting Superman, he was so frightened that he immediately ran over and shouted.

"Sorry, Nishimura, I was told to take the token back with me."

Samurai Fujita's eyes were cold, like a lone warrior seeking defeat, invincible in the world. From beginning to end, his gaze towards Superman was icy, devoid of any emotion.

Then, he turned to Hirano, Sakurada, and the other two and said, "What are you three waiting for? Take the token!"

"What? The four of you planned this all along? Why didn't you tell me your plan?!"

Shinji Nishimura recalled how easily the four of them had been defeated by Chi Hun, and he knew something was wrong. The four of them were not as strong as Chi Hun, but they were definitely not that weak.

It turns out they were faking it the whole time, and their purpose was obvious: to exhaust Chi Hun for Huaxia Superheroes so they could then seize the token!

"Sorry, Nishimura, you're too cowardly, so we didn't tell you the plan. But that's a good thing. Just watch from the sidelines later."

Arai, with his white hair, smiled, his expression full of mockery.

"Fujita, you'd better explain yourself clearly. What exactly is going on? We came here to get rid of the abbot, so what is that token?"

Hua Xin and others also arrived together.

Hua Xin's face darkened as she questioned him, her eyes filled with displeasure. She hadn't expected the Japanese to be hiding something, and from the conversation just now, she realized that the Japanese wanted to sacrifice Hua Xia Chaoying to kill Chi Hun and seize the token!

Anyone would feel angry if they were used for no reason, let alone when the other party is Japanese!

"I'm sorry, Miss Hua, there are some things I can't say due to special circumstances, but we must get the token back!"

As Fujita spoke, his eyes hardened, and he suddenly exerted force with his feet, unleashing tremendous power. At the same time, he shouted, "Hirano Sakurada, stop the Chinese! The rest of you, come with me and take back the token!"

After saying that, he shot up like a cannonball, leaving a blur as he charged toward Superman, creating a small crater where he landed.

Such explosive power is completely beyond the scope of normal human understanding!

Furthermore, compared to the previous battle against Chi Hun.

Fujita is now truly showing his potential.

Its true strength is more than ten times greater than before!

"Yes!"

As the three responded, their bodies reacted.

Hirano Sakurada was responsible for stopping Hua Xin and the others. As long as they were held back, Fujita would have enough time to seize the token.

Whoosh!

However, she overlooked the fact that there was a speedster in Huaxin's camp, Avery Ho, who flashed ahead of Fujita and arrived at Superman's side.

She reached out to Lowe and said, “Superman, give me the token; they can’t keep up with me.”

"Miss, get this straight, you're not as fast as me."

As Luo Wei spoke, he neither dodged nor walked away. He could have simply left, since Fujita couldn't keep up with his speed. He could even have flown back to China in a short time, back to Green Vine City, gone home to take a shower and lie down.

But he didn't leave.

Instead, they turned their attention to the three Fujitas who were charging towards them.

"Out of control."

Seeing that Superman did not dodge, Fujita sneered, gripped his katana, and slashed down hard at him. The vortex created by the swing of the katana seemed to distort the air and shatter into pieces.

With a single slash, the blade landed squarely on Luo Wei.

When the katana falls, a terrifying gale rages forth – that's the wind of the blade! Only when wielded with extremely powerful force can such a phenomenon occur!

The powerful wind caused the trees to sway violently!

Fujita was very satisfied with this strike, because he had used all his strength and was determined to make the arrogant Superman pay a heavy price, to tell him that this was Japan, not China, and no one would praise him!

Bang!

just

When the wind stopped.

Fujita's expression froze, because Superman's figure was still standing there, and the katana he held in his hand, which had struck Superman's shoulder, suddenly shattered with a "bang"!

However, Superman's shoulder was completely unharmed.

Even the clothes weren't damaged at all!

"I hate two kinds of people the most in my life: one is a petty person who doesn't know their own limitations, and the other is..."

Bang!

Those who provoke me!

Luo Wei gathered his strength in his fist and punched Fujita in the chest. To prevent Fujita from dodging, he used his free hand to firmly press down on Fujita's shoulder, making it impossible for him to move an inch.

The punch was like a drill bit that shattered the armor, pierced Fujita's chest, and went straight through his heart.

"Uh!"

Fujita felt a pang of pain in his heart, and his vision began to blur. His once powerful body gradually lost its strength and became weak and powerless.

As Luo Wei removed his hand, Fujita staggered a few steps and fell to the ground, his eyes wide open, dying with his eyes still open.

"Fujita!"

The other three stopped when they saw this, their eyes filled with disbelief.

"How could this be? Fujita couldn't even last a single round against Superman!"

Arai said in a trembling voice.

"Run, run fast!"

The man in the strip took a deep breath, feeling Superman's gaze sweep over him. He was about to shout, but the next second his voice stopped abruptly.

All that remained was a pile of tattered strips of cloth. The man in the cloth strip was affected by a supernatural event; his body was originally a long strip of cloth, but now it was torn apart.

Soon, Arai and Hirano Sakurada were also targeted by the crimson gaze. They had almost no chance to resist, and as a gust of wind blew by, blood splattered everywhere.

Scattered on the soil

Two more bodies fell to the ground.

They're all dead.

Shinji Nishimura was stunned and spoke in a trembling voice. Suddenly, Superman's gaze fell on him again, and those eyes felt like a sharp blade piercing his heart, causing him to stop abruptly.

"Give your companion a proper burial."

However, Luo Wei didn't touch him. He simply said one sentence and then jumped away, leaving Shinji Nishimura alone to face the mess and the bewildered Hua Xin and the others.

"Sister Xiaohua, what do we do now?"

Green Snake looked at the corpses on the ground. She hadn't expected Superman to be so brutal. In the blink of an eye, the four Japanese superheroes were lying in pools of blood. Thinking about it, she looked at Shinji Nishimura and asked, "Sister Xiaohua, should we take care of him too? Otherwise, we won't be able to explain what's going on here."

"No, I won't tell anyone."

Shinji Nishimura waved his hand, about to say something, but then became dazed, as if his soul had been emptied and his eyes had lost their luster.

"Sister Xiaohua, you did it?"

The green snake was puzzled and, noticing the unusual state of his mind, couldn't help but ask.

"It's not me, it's Superman."

Hua Xin shook her head.

She didn't offer much explanation.

But she knew that Superman had solved half the problem. Shinji Nishimura wouldn't reveal what had just happened; in his eyes, all his teammates had died at the hands of Chi Hun.

It wasn't Superman; Superman just came by.

Furthermore, Shinji Nishimura was unaware of the token's existence, so the higher-ups in Japan wouldn't know who had taken it. Even if they questioned Shinji Nishimura, he wouldn't know that Fujita and the others had other plans.

Because he only knew one thing: he came here today to deal with Chi Hun, and all four of his teammates died at Chi Hun's hands.

Of course, Chi Hun is already dead, and there is no way to verify anything.

While exploring Shinji Nishimura's memories, Hua Xin discovered that Superman had just perfectly altered the memories of the Japanese, flawlessly, without a single flaw, even more perfectly than she, a psychic!

"Fujita, Arai, Hirano, Sakurada, and Fujo, I've avenged you!"

Shinji Nishimura knelt on the ground, glaring angrily at the flesh and corpse of Chi Hun.

"Oh, let's go."

Hua Xin didn't say much, but also used telepathy to tell Hua Xin and the others that no one should reveal the matter, otherwise they would be regarded as traitors.

Finally, everything settled down, and ambulances and police cars arrived at the scene, surrounded the area, and set up a cordon.

The Japanese high-ranking officials stared at the four superhero corpses, lost in thought.

They initially thought it was Superman who did it, but Shinji Nishimura said that Chi Hun killed his companion. After a series of lie detector tests, Nishimura's words were confirmed.

Even if the Japanese felt there was a problem, they had no evidence.

[PS: The next storyline takes place in America.]

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Chapter 64, Part 63: Superman's American Journey (Part 1)

In a secluded mountain forest in China, Luo Wei arrived at an open space and took out the black gold token used to contact the underworld. King Yama had previously said that he would notify the underworld once he found Chi Hun, but he did not follow the original agreement and instead used the token after capturing Chi Hun.

Because back then, Yama thought that Luo Wei couldn't deal with Chi Hun, since the other party wasn't a physical entity and wasn't as easy to deal with as previous enemies.

Buzz

Luo Wei gripped the black-gold token tightly, causing it to tremble slightly. The token emitted a faint light, and after a moment, a wisp of black mist drifted from it, gathering in the open space in front of him in a vortex shape.

As the black mist vortex spun, space twisted and shattered, tearing open a portal more than two meters high.

"Roar"