Esoteric Buddhism: To live as king in America

The dagger's cold gleam tore through the darkness, aiming precisely for Sherry's unsuspecting back. Org's lips curled into a cruel grin, anticipating the pleasure of warm blood splattering.

However, just as the blade was about to touch her clothes, the veteran's instincts allowed Sherry to sense the impending danger at this crucial moment.

The massive body twisted sharply to the side with an agility completely disproportionate to its size. The blade grazed Shirley's ribs, tearing her thin clothes and drawing a trail of tiny beads of blood.

"Shit!"

Shirley's roar exploded in the narrow corridor, and at the same time her right leg shot out like a battering ram with a sharp whistling sound.

Org's pupils contracted sharply, and the smug look on his face froze instantly. He had never expected that this seemingly burly vagrant could launch such a swift counterattack without any warning! He didn't even have time to fully retract his attack and could only hastily cross his arms in front of him to protect himself.

boom!

The heavy sole of the boot slammed into his arms. Olger was sent flying.

"Yo ho!"

Org shook his arm, showing no anger, but rather a wild animal's excited gleam as if it had discovered a new toy.

He licked his lips as he watched Sherry quickly assume a defensive stance.

"Beautiful, fucking beautiful! I knew you were different from those bastards. This is the kind of prey I'm serious about playing with."

Sherry gasped for breath, the sharp pain in his ribs making him even more alert.

Looking at the man before him, whose eyes were filled with madness and whose movements were as fluid and unpredictable as a wild beast, his heart sank to the bottom. He had used all his strength in that kick, enough to knock down a burly man, but the man had only taken a few steps back; clearly, he was no ordinary person.

"Leo, find a corner to hide in!"

Shirley growled at her newly recruited henchmen, then launched her attack. Facing an opponent far stronger than herself, this was the only way to secure a chance of survival.

Like a bull, he charged at Org, his fist, as big as a casserole dish, slamming into the other's head with a whooshing sound.

This strike was simple and direct, without any fancy techniques, only the ferocity honed on the battlefield.

But Org just chuckled, twisting his body strangely like a boneless water snake, easily dodging the powerful punch.

Then, the dagger in his hand seemed to transform into a silver serpent, slashing back up along Shirley's attacking arm.

Sherry was startled and forcibly pulled her arm back, barely avoiding the danger of having her wrist severed. However, a long, bloody gash had already been cut open on her forearm, and the blood instantly stained her sleeve.

"Too slow!"

Org's figure was like a ghost, moving left and right in the narrow corridor in the dim light, like a cheetah or an ape.

Each time he brushed past Shirley, he left a shocking bloodstain on her strong body.

A veteran's combat experience proved utterly powerless against sheer speed and superhuman agility. Sweat mixed with blood streamed down Shirley's face, making the messy red stains appear even more vivid.

"Big Brother Shirley, let me help you!"

Leo, who was huddled in the corner, let out a scream and, surprisingly, mustered up his courage to charge at Olger.

It was his interruption that seemed to have distracted Olger.

Sherry's pupils contracted sharply. At the critical moment, he seized the last opportunity, unleashing all his power as he lunged at Org.

In a panic, Olger hurriedly raised his dagger, trying to force Sherry back. However, Sherry abandoned her defense and let the dagger pierce her abdomen. At the same time, her hands gripped Olger's wrists and shoulders like iron pincers.

The dagger plunged deep into Shirley's abdomen, the excruciating pain causing his vision to go black and him to groan.

But he succeeded. He gripped Olger's wrist, which was holding the knife, tightly, and his other hand also firmly grasped Olger's clothes on his shoulder.

"Gotcha, you stinky rat."

Sherry's eyes were bloodshot, and a somewhat ferocious smile appeared on her face. Ignoring the excruciating pain, she roared and delivered a powerful knee strike to Org's abdomen, gathering all her strength and rage.

This was his desperate counterattack.

"Get out of here!!!"

Boom!

A heavy, muffled thud echoed in the corridor.

Shirley's smile froze.

Org's body wasn't even kicked away like the first time. His taut abdominal muscles remained as still as rocks, taking the full force of the kick that was enough to break an ordinary person's ribs. Instead, Sherry felt intense pain, as if she had kicked a piece of steel covered in leather.

"Tsk..."

Orger didn't look down at his own abdomen, but stared at Sherry, whose face was pale with pain and disbelief, with a perverse admiration in his eyes.

"Excellent, excellent! No wonder I approve of this prey. I really like its resilience and explosive power."

The playful expression on Olger's face gradually faded, leaving only a cold and pure killing intent.

"However, it's almost time. Fun time is over, it's time to get down to business."

Before she could finish speaking, Org's wrist, which was being grabbed, was suddenly twisted, and an immense force, far beyond human limits and beyond Sherry's comprehension, came through. Sherry felt a sharp, excruciating pain in her wrist, as if it were about to be crushed, and the grip was broken in an instant.

Immediately afterwards, Org's fist, that fist that didn't look very big, was like a cannonball, tearing through the air and slamming into Sherry's chest with a tearing force!

Click!

A sickeningly clear sound of bone cracking rang out!

Sherry's massive body flew backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily into the wall at the end of the corridor! The force of the impact seemed to shake the wall. Sherry slid slowly against the wall, blood gushing from her mouth, her eyes glazed over, and she instantly fell unconscious.

"Big Brother Shirley!!!"

Leo looked at the fallen Sherry and cried out in despair. His body trembled like a leaf in the cold wind, and his crotch was instantly soaked, with a strong, fishy smell spreading out.

Org wrinkled his nose in disgust and walked step by step toward Leo, who was limp and completely devoid of any will to resist. He raised the dagger in his hand, the cold tip pointing at Leo's heart.

"A cowardly bastard, not even worthy of being a sacrifice. But the fifth floor needs a sacrifice, so you'll have to do. Be quiet, it'll be over soon."

He raised his arm, ready to deliver a fatal blow to Leo.

At this critical moment, Olger suddenly sensed a strange aura.

This aura is... no, no, no, shouldn't he be trapped there?

Org's animalistic instincts screamed an alarm. He turned around and saw a figure silently appear in a dimly lit corner of the corridor.