Taoist priest goes to America

Ang Lee stepped forward, his right fist clenched. Blood and bits of flesh from the previous blow still clung to his knuckles, trickling down between his fingers as water from the fire sprinkler washed away.

Asakura Yuzu lay in the puddles, her body badly injured. The water mixed with the wounds on the ground, spreading out in a light red hue around her body.

Her face was disfigured from the punch, her chin was tilted to one side, and she let out a few muffled sobs with her mouth open.

The mullet jellyfish's head, soaked through, lay flat against its scalp, its hairs scattered in the puddles, swaying gently with the flow of water from the fire sprinkler.

Ang Lee lifted his right foot and stepped on her back to hold her in place in the water. Then he bent down, raised his right fist over his shoulder, and aimed it at the back of her head.

The spikes on the fist were still dripping water; if this punch landed, even a head made of iron would be shattered into pieces.

Just then, Asakura Yuo slowly turned her head.

Her neck twisted in an abnormal way, and her jaw, which had been dislocated by Li An's punch and tilted to one side, had somehow returned to its original position, the joint snapping shut and returning to normal.

On her half-eroded face, her only intact right eye was half-open, her pupils straining to focus on Ang Lee's face, her lips moving as she stammered out a few words.

"Wait...wait a minute, I have something to say..."

Ang Lee's fist slammed down, the spiked gauntlet striking the back of her head with a muffled thud that was still clearly audible in the room filled with the sound of water. Ang Lee had no intention of letting her finish speaking.

Severely injured, Yuzu lay back on the ground, her face turned to one side. Her right eye, which was still open, had lost all its luster, the pupil dilated, staring straight at a certain spot.

The twitching of his fingers stopped, and his limbs lay sprawled in the water, showing no signs of life.

Ang Lee delivered another punch, this time to the back of her neck, ensuring there was no chance of survival.

He shook his hand, and the gauntlet shrank back into his flesh, re-merging under his skin, revealing Li An's original fingers.

Li An looked down at the corpse at his feet. When facing such a dangerous creature, ensuring her complete death was the priority. Even the task of transporting the corpse was secondary. Besides, she had already lost an arm, so she was essentially a crippled corpse and couldn't be transported.

Ang Lee wiped the water off his face and looked around the devastated room.

The water on the carpet had accumulated to a certain depth, and the surface was rippled by the constantly falling water droplets. Cotton, wood chips, blood and flesh scraps, and pieces of cloth of various colors floated on the surface.

Ang Lee slowly exhaled a breath of stale air and wearily walked to the bedside to sit down.

He looked down at the puddles at his feet, then at Yuzu's body submerged in the water, and suddenly felt like sighing.

In this world, he destroys houses wherever he goes, almost becoming a mobile natural disaster.

Just then, a creepy wriggling sound came from ahead.

"Crunch—crunch—"

Li An suddenly looked up at the direction from which the sound came.

The headless corpse, which he had just confirmed was completely dead, was slowly sitting up from the ground in an extremely unnatural way.

His right hand, with its sleeve broken, still hung limply, but his left hand supported his upper body against the soaked carpet.

Even more horrifying, the smashed head on the ground was writhing. Yuzu's shattered brain tissue and flesh fragments, as if attracted by a magnet, reassembled and trembled as they floated up from the ground.

A large bundle of thin, dark red muscle fibers emerged from the severed neck of the headless corpse, reaching into the air like tentacles. It precisely wrapped around the base of the coalescing head, then slowly pulled it upwards, connecting it to the severed neck.

The neck was reattached, the skin rapidly healing at the break, and new flesh filled the gap, steadily placing the reassembled head back above the torso.

Yuzu blinked twice, her empty eyes refocused, and the festering wounds on her face were healing at a visible speed.

With a "whoosh," Li An sprang from the bed, his fleshy tentacles shooting out from his right arm, their sharp ends aimed straight for Yuzu's newly reattached head.

Before Yuzu could even speak, Li An had already told her to shut up.

She leaned back, her supple waist almost arching, narrowly avoiding the incoming fleshy spike.

Her head hadn't fully healed yet; the skin on half of her face was still wriggling and healing, revealing the tender new muscle tissue underneath, making her look both horrifying and bizarre.

Yuzuo rolled on the ground to dodge while speaking in a soft, cute voice:

"Let me finish... You're quite famous in the assassin world now, everyone's afraid of you... But some people actually want to challenge you..."

As Ang Lee's tentacles swept across, Yuzu jumped up like a wet cat, her boots splashing through the puddles as she ran to the other side of the room, her severed right arm swinging wildly with her movements, like a broken puppet.

Her head is healing rapidly, and most of the missing parts have been replaced.

"There's someone named Fujiwara Sakuin—" Yuzu was halfway through her sentence when Li Andang's tentacles caught up again. She arched her back to avoid them, pausing for a moment.

"His ability is to fuse his body with machinery and enhance the machinery; he's incredibly powerful and will probably be coming to find you soon, little brother..."

She stepped on the broken wooden cabinet with her left foot, the plank cracked, and Yuzu's body tilted, but she immediately pushed off with her right leg and jumped to the large hole in the toilet not far away.

"There's also this idiot named Ise Kibo, whose ability is to envelop things in black mist and then control them... He can even control people. He's a very troublesome guy."

Ang Lee's hand swept in from the side, and Yuzuo dodged it with a side somersault. When she landed, her ankle slipped in the water and she staggered for a moment, but she quickly regained her balance.

Her face had almost completely healed, and apart from a faint red mark remaining at the corner of her mouth, it was almost impossible to tell the terrible state of her face, which had been smashed by a punch.

Yuzu, panting, raised her hands in a gesture of surrender, hiding behind the overturned bed, her speech finally slowing down a bit.

"There's another one you definitely know... named Qiguer."

She blinked her round eyes, looking at Li An through the half-board of the bed, "His ability is very similar to yours, also involving the splitting of flesh and blood, but he lacks one thing compared to you, he can't control corpses."

Ang Lee's tentacles stopped. He frowned and stared at the short girl huddled behind the bed. The fleshy tentacles on his arms were still hanging in mid-air, ready to stab out at any moment.

Why are you telling me all this?

Yuzu peeked out from behind the bed, revealing half of her face that wasn't fully healed. A smile played on her lips, appearing both sweet and eerie against her still-healing skin.

"Because I changed my mind." She gently patted her full breasts with her intact left hand, and her breasts, which were still exposed, swayed with the movement, and blood flowed down her chest.

But her tone was light and casual, like she was chatting. "Nobody asked me to kill you. I came here to have some fun myself. Besides, I can't beat you now."

"I know more than my life... Keeping me around is more useful to you, isn't it?"

She tilted her still-healing head, her eyes crinkling with laughter, like a fox who had succeeded in its scheme.

"Hey, can we make peace?"