Cthulhu America, I can see the kill line.

This was an unfair hunt.

In the underground space, the sound of wind echoing from the ventilation ducts was just like the whimper of a dying person.

The air was thick with the smell of rust, engine oil, and an overwhelming, pungent stench of blood.

Bang-!

A dull, grating bang exploded out of nowhere.

It wasn't just the sound of heavy objects colliding; it was also mixed with the groans and cracking sounds of bones struggling under extreme pressure.

A red and yellow figure, like a kite with a broken string, drew a tragic parabola in mid-air before crashing heavily into a giant, long-abandoned forging press.

The collision of steel and flesh stirred up a cloud of dust. She rolled down like a rag doll, finally collapsing into a pile of corpses stained with dark brown blood.

That was Niohuru Danqiu.

Her attire seemed so out of place in this modern underground city filled with steel and concrete.

It was an extremely luxurious sun-themed kimono, the sun motif embroidered with gold and silver threads originally symbolizing glory and power, but now it was soaked with dirty water and blood from the ground, becoming unbearably heavy, like a shackle, dragging her down.

The excruciating pain overwhelmed her senses like a tidal wave; with each breath, it felt as if her lungs were being filled with shards of glass.

"Cough...cough cough..."

Danqiu struggled to prop herself up with her trembling elbows. Her carefully styled retro hairstyle was now disheveled, and a few strands of hair were stuck to her cheeks with cold sweat and blood.

"You...didn't you just repeatedly demand peace talks?"

She asked weakly, her voice hoarse and trembling with disbelief.

Even in such a disheveled moment, her makeup, which was originally very classically elegant, still stood out.

Her pale makeup, scarlet lips, and long, alluring phoenix eyes still exuded a sharp and eerie aura.

It was an almost inhuman, eerie solemnity, as if she were a goddess high in the clouds, looking down on the ants of the human world.

Of course, that's just her opinion.

In Kong Jiu's eyes, nothing was more outdated and outdated than this.

A Manchu princess wearing a kimono with the Rising Sun Flag?

Kong Jiu had to admit that this was almost the best target for him to wield the stick.

At this moment, Niu Gulu Danqiu's false solemnity had been shattered by that iron fist called violence.

The shaved forehead, the unique facial makeup, and the flamboyant Rising Sun kimono made Kong Jiu, who was in the distance, instantly confirm Niohuru Danqiu's identity without even thinking, based solely on the physiological aversion that welled up in his heart.

Moreover, just now, Danqiu even revealed her family's address:

The Great Manchu Empire.

"The Great Manchu Empire?"

When Kong Jiu heard that name, he almost simultaneously heard his blood pressure spike.

Manchukuo, a hybrid product of the remnants of the former Qing dynasty and Japanese pirates, is not completely dead in this world.

He decided that he would kill one more person today.

"Peace talks?"

A sneer echoed from the darkness, followed by heavy footsteps carrying a resolute and oppressive force, shattering Danqiu's last illusions step by step.

"I don't want to think about it now."

The black boots slammed into the puddle of blood, splashing the filthy liquid onto the hem of the black trench coat.

Kong Jiu's 1.9-meter-tall figure resembled a moving steel tower, slowly emerging from the shadows.

The heavy black trench coat had its collar turned up high, obscuring his chin and shrouding most of his face in deep shadow.

Only those eyes shone frighteningly bright in the darkness.

There was no room for negotiation, no pity for women, only wild, pure rage.

No, it's not just the face.

He seemed to blend into the surrounding shadows, becoming part of the darkness itself.

He brandished a club with a dark, gleaming sheen, devoid of any fancy patterns or decorations, possessing only a primal, heavy feel—a pure, overwhelming embodiment of violence.

He's going to kill someone.

Kong Jiu, who had been harboring countless grievances and indignations, finally found a target in this damned underground labyrinth where he could vent his long-suppressed anger.

"A combination of Manchu remnants and Japanese..."

Kong Jiu's voice was deep, with a metallic quality, "Two wishes fulfilled at once."

In principle, Kong Jiu, who came from the hometown of Confucius and Mencius, was not a bloodthirsty madman, and he disliked hitting women.

However, the creature before us is an exception.

Neither Manchu remnants nor Japanese people are entitled to human status in the moral framework he constructed.

He wielded the black iron rod that had been transformed from the Jade Record, and the wind from the rod howled.

He was enjoying himself.

Enjoying the stretch of muscles with each swing of the arm, enjoying the tactile feedback as the stick strikes Niu Hulu Danqiu's hypocritical face.

"Keep struggling, quick."

Kong Jiu casually banged the stick against the concrete wall of the underground space.

"Thump, thump, thump."

The dull thud echoed through the empty space like a countdown to death.

With a dark expression, he strode forward like a heavy tank, crushing over the mutilated corpses as he approached Danqiu.

As Danqiu watched the man approach like a demon god, fear finally pierced through her arrogance.

She coughed up another mouthful of blood, mixed with dark red fragments of internal organs.

Her once fair and porcelain-like left cheek was now swollen high, turning a terrifying bluish-purple, like an overripe plum.

Her alluring phoenix eyes were squeezed into a thin slit, and the corner of her eye even cracked open. Blood flowed down her smooth forehead, tracing the marks left by her shaved eyebrows, and dripping onto the glaring sun pattern on her kimono, staining it even more crimson.

"Cough... Don't be so arrogant! Your fighting style doesn't even deserve to be called a C-rank psionicist. You're just a reckless brute!"

Danqiu gritted her teeth, a fierce glint in her eyes. Her fingers trembled, yet she reached into her bosom with lightning speed.

That was her last shred of dignity, and also the means by which she survived.

Whoosh—!

She suddenly raised her hand, and dozens of exquisitely cut white paper figures covered with cinnabar symbols rose into the air.

Instead of landing, they floated eerily in mid-air, emitting a faint, ghostly green glow.

"Paper magic, activate!"

With a sharp shout, Danqiu formed a hand seal, and spiritual power surged wildly.

The light, fluttering pieces of paper seemed to come alive, instantly swelling, twisting, and folding. Accompanied by the rustling sound of paper rubbing together, they transformed in the blink of an eye into three enormous gray wolves!

These are not physical beasts, but exquisite puppets made of spiritual energy.

Their bodies are made of layers upon layers of talisman paper, yet they possess the hardness of steel.

Its fangs were sharp and white, its eyes flashed with a bloodthirsty red light, and it let out a low roar from its throat, carrying a chilling aura of death, as it lunged at the man in black in a triangular formation.

It's hard to tell whether it's magic control or spirit summoning, but overall it is definitely some kind of high-level psionic technique.

However, facing this group of ferocious paper dolls rushing towards him, Kong Jiu did not even stop, nor did he change the frequency of his breathing.

"Juggling".

He sneered, his tone full of mockery and disdain, as if he saw not a man-eating beast, but a few annoying flies.

The first wolf leaped into the air with lightning speed, opening its gaping maw, large enough to sever a neck, and charged straight for Kong Jiu's throat.

Kong Jiu didn't even look at it, he just casually raised his arm.

The black iron rod in his hand traced a black arc in the air with effortless ease, as if swatting away flies.

"Snapped!"

A crisp, almost absurd, explosion.

The seemingly ferocious wolf, capable of tearing through steel, exploded into a pile of scraps the moment it touched the stick, without even having time to let out a wail!

The spiritual energy that had been gathered was shattered, and white scraps of paper fell in a flurry, like a pale snowfall covering the carnage.

This is not merely a suppression of power; it is a crushing defeat of dimensions.

The difference in strength was so great that others couldn't even tell whether it was Kong Jiu's own spiritual power that caused such great damage, or whether the mysterious spiritual object in his hand completely restrained these paper shikigami.

Then came the second and the third head.

The remaining two spirit wolves attempted to flank them, but Kong Jiu's steps remained perfectly steady.

He held the stick in one hand, his movements extremely simple: sweeping, thrusting, and striking.

There are no fancy moves, no superfluous actions, only the ultimate violent aesthetics of speed, accuracy, and ruthlessness.

With each strike, a burst of sparks erupted in the air, dissipating spiritual energy, accompanied by a piercing explosion.

Those monsters that are invincible in the eyes of ordinary people, and those paper shikigami that are terrifying in the eyes of the dead heroes of the "Hills Alliance", are as fragile as real, cheap paper toys in front of Kong Jiu.

In the blink of an eye, the three spirit wolves vanished into thin air, leaving only a pile of shredded paper.

Kong Jiu had already approached within three meters of this "Ms. Red Leaf".

A huge shadow was cast down, completely enveloping Danqiu.

"What else? Rabbits? Or sparrows?"

He looked down at her, tapping the iron rod in his palm with a rhythmic "tap, tap, tap," a sound that, to Danqiu, was the death knell of the Grim Reaper.

Those paper giant wolves were not the only animals to die at Kong Jiu's hands today.

From sparrows to paper toads and paper cranes, Danqiu has come up with quite a few paper doll designs in her struggle.

However, Kong Jiu completely destroyed them, treating them as mere toys for amusement.

"Could you bring out something for adults to play with?"

Kong Jiu pressed his stick against Dan Qiu and said calmly.