Taoist priest goes to America

Yuzuo didn't panic; in fact, this was exactly what she was waiting for.

She held her katana horizontally in front of her, and the arcs of electricity surrounding her body suddenly subsided by half, like the brief silence before a storm.

Then she suddenly released all the accumulated lightning. Several thick bolts of lightning exploded outwards from Yuzu's body, and the blazing silver-white arcs of electricity illuminated every corner of the room, striking all the flesh and armor.

The water curtain weakened the power of the lightning, as the water absorbed some of the energy, but the remaining current was still enough to scorch them.

With a deafening roar of thunder, the charge of the four armored figures was simultaneously halted by lightning. The dark red armored figures rapidly carbonized in the silvery arc of electricity, shattering layer by layer from the outside in, turning into charred fragments that peeled off the "humanoids" with a sizzling sound.

Yuzu's gaze moved constantly, scanning the four suits of flesh and blood armor that were continuously carbonizing and peeling away.

Following the pattern we just saw, all four suits of armor should be empty—no, it's also possible that they're hiding inside one of the suits, launching a sneak attack on her.

Which one is it?

By this time, two suits of flesh and blood armor could not withstand the scorching heat of the lightning. They stood swaying for a while before turning into charcoal blocks and collapsing and scattering with a crash.

These two suits of flesh and blood armor were completely empty; there was nothing inside them.

There are two empty shells, so what about the remaining two?

Sure enough, after the outer shell of one of the flesh armors was carbonized and peeled off by the electric arc, the wearer inside was revealed.

However, after the other flesh and blood armor was peeled off, there was also a wearer inside!

The two wearers, one in front and one behind, used their flesh armor to withstand the lightning as they charged towards Yuzuo, attacking from both sides.

Yuzu first saw the person in front of her, a rather thin Asian zombie named Ren Jianhua. Most of its flesh and armor had been charred by electricity, revealing the grayish-white zombie skin underneath. It maintained its forward-charging posture, its ten fingers forming claws as it reached for Yuzu's throat.

The figure behind her also broke free from the shattered armor and attacked Yuzu from behind without slowing down.

Since the one in front is that frail corpse, then the one behind should be Ang Lee.

Yuzuo didn't turn around, but instead showed a satisfied smile.

"That's right."

She bent her knees and lowered her body, shifting her weight below her dantian, and held the blade horizontally, changing her movements from a sweeping, lightning-like strike to a more restrained style.

Her close-quarters combat skills are just as impressive as her lightning abilities.

Yuzu used the fourth technique of Japanese swordsmanship. With a twist of her wrist, she turned the hilt of her sword forward and used her waist strength to propel her upper body forward, forcefully pushing the hilt of the sword forward.

The tip of the hilt struck Ren Jianhua squarely in the chest, hitting his heart hard.

The force of the impact itself was not enough to knock down a zombie, but at the moment of impact, Yuzu released a concentrated burst of lightning from the hilt of her sword.

An electric arc exploded from the tip of the knife handle, piercing through Ren Jianhua's chest cavity and emerging from his back, bringing with it a cloud of charred flesh.

When its heart was pierced, Ren Jianhua's attack was abruptly halted. Its body froze in place before crashing down onto the waterlogged ground with a loud splash.

Yuzu didn't give it a second glance. Taking advantage of the moment when the enemy in front of her was restrained, she spun around with incredible fluidity. As she turned, she switched from holding the sword with one hand to two, turned the tip of the sword 180 degrees, and thrust it backward.

The lightning crackling around the blade left a bright silver-white trail in mid-air. The lightning pierced through the chest of the enemy coming from behind, and the tip of the blade, wrapped in arcs of electricity, emerged from its back.

Yuzu sheathed her sword and pulled it back, her gaze sweeping over the face of the pierced enemy behind her, then her eyes widened.

It wasn't Ang Lee, but a grotesque zombie face—Doyle.

Doyle, whom she had just personally covered her face with, had lightning strike her head and scorched her head, and confirmed that he was lying on the ground and unable to get up, was now standing behind her.

How did it end up here?

Yuzu hadn't reacted yet when she heard a very soft splashing sound from the ground. She instinctively looked down.

The "Doyle" whose head she had blown up suddenly sprang up from the ground while her attention was distracted by the real Doyle.

Dark red flesh surged out from under the skin of his right forearm like a living thing, growing all the way to his elbow, like a dark red crescent moon breaking through the skin on the side of his arm.

He flipped his wrist, and the crescent-shaped blade followed his movement, flashing across Yuzuo's right arm holding the knife at an extremely fast speed, leaving a blood-red reflection in the water.

"Sizzle—"

Yuzuo's right forearm was severed from her forearm.

The five fingers of his right hand were still in the grip of the sword, but the sword, along with the sword, had slipped out of his control.

The katana clattered to the ground, the arc of electricity on the blade extinguished, and the severed hand continued to fly forward due to inertia, splashing water as it landed in the puddle on the carpet.

Yuzu felt as if her backbone had been removed; she swayed and stared blankly at her severed right arm.

Blood gushed from the cut, staining half of her body red, splashing onto the water's surface and creating tiny, blood-red flowers.

For the first time, shock and bewilderment appeared on that pure and lovely face, like a student who had been called on by the teacher to answer a question in class but had no idea what the answer was.

Ang Lee straightened up from the water curtain, and the flesh coating that had been used to impersonate Doyle on his skin was rapidly fading away.

He didn't give Yuzu any time to catch her breath. While she looked down at her severed arm, Li An strode forward, raised his left arm, and chopped down with a hand chop, cutting straight down from the center of Yuzu's collarbone, all the way to her navel.

"Rip—"

The dark gray waitress uniform was slashed open with a knife, and the white breast binding cloth inside Yuzuo's clothes also broke off. A pair of well-shaped breasts, taut from years of training, sprang out as the bindings were removed, dazzlingly white against the backdrop of the swirling water.

When the hand chopped away from her body, blood gushed out from the wound that almost spanned her entire body, staining her white skin and exposed curves with a shocking crimson.

Ang Lee's gaze did not linger on the spring scenery for a moment, because at the same time he withdrew his left hand, his right fist was already clenched.

Dark red flesh quickly covered his entire right fist, layer upon layer of flesh hardening and deforming, sprouting numerous sharp spikes to form a grotesque fleshy gauntlet.

Li An took a step forward, pulled his right arm back, tightened his shoulder blade, and his entire right arm was like a bow stretched to its limit, full of power—then he twisted his waist and hips, and his fleshy gauntlet covered with spikes whistled through the air as it slammed hard into Yuzu's pure and lovely young face.

After turning the person in front of him from his nemesis into his defeated opponent, he poured all the killing intent he had suppressed for an entire night into this punch.

The moment the spiked gauntlets made contact with Yuzu's face, a dull thud was heard as bones shattered and soft tissue was crushed.

Yuu's upper body was twisted ninety degrees to the left by the punch, her feet left the ground, and she was lifted into the air by the force of the punch before crashing heavily to the ground.

Her innocent and adorable face was completely destroyed by this blow. The left side of her face was pierced directly by the protrusion of the spiked gauntlet, and bone fragments mixed with bits of flesh squeezed out from the wound.

Yuzu's jaw dislocated with a snap, her entire jaw loosening and tilting to one side. Blood, tooth fragments, and mangled facial muscles gushed from the gash on her left cheek, trickling down her neck.

She lay face down in the puddles, half of her smashed face submerged, bubbles rising from the cracks in her lips with a gurgling sound. Her right hand, mostly severed, slumped limply at her side, and her two snow-white legs twitched unconsciously in the water.

Ang Lee shook the blood off his hands, looked down at the Japanese girl in front of him whose face was half smashed and whose body was soaked, and spat the blood in his mouth into the puddle beside him.

"Hide and seek," he said in a hoarse but steady voice, "I'm also very good at it."