Super Fighting Tokyo.

Suddenly, Kebar appeared beside the assassin, raised his hand and struck the assassin's left ear, shattering the eardrum in one blow.

Snapped!

The assassin was stunned.

Kebar didn't stop moving. He plucked a small strand of his hair, twisted it into a ball, and inserted the end into the assassin's ear hole.

With inertia and Kebar's twisting motion, the stray strands of hair at the ends passed through the killer's damaged ear canal and wrapped around the inner cochlea.

Kebar grabbed the strand of hair and yanked it outwards.

Swish!

The fine strand of hair sliced ​​through the killer's left ear canal, tearing it to pieces and drawing blood from the ear hole.

But perhaps because it was so strange, the assassin couldn't feel any pain.

He felt dizzy and fell to the ground with a thud, unable to get up.

"Eh..."

Kebar raised his head slightly, looking smug. "You guys always have to suffer a bit before you'll admit defeat."

Chapter 447 They really fought!?

Himuro Ryo now understands what Wakatsuki Samurai meant by "not being able to identify the school of martial arts".

[Second Master] Kebar's fighting skills can only be described as "incomprehensible"!

"he……"

Himuro Ryo paused for a moment, then asked, "What happened?"

Wu Fengshui opened his eyes wide, the blood vessels around his eyes bulging, and his [Liberation] was activated. Even though he could barely see clearly, he couldn't help but be astonished.

"That assassin's cochlea...was damaged by hair??"

"..."

……

Bystanders found it all bizarre.

The skinny killer, who was "involved" in the incident, felt more confusion and terror at that moment.

So fast!

And what exactly was that move...?

Slap your ear...

The assassin lay on his side, eyes wide open, feeling a warm flow dripping from his left ear canal, and was unable to react for a moment.

The ground is tilted? Did I fall?

I need to get up right now...!

The assassin gritted his teeth, struggled to his feet, raised his pistol, and aimed it at Kebal's head.

Very good, the target hasn't moved!

Was it due to carelessness?

good chance!

However, before the assassin could pull the trigger, his foot suddenly slipped, and he staggered forward again, his face hitting the ground with a "thud".

"...!?"

Only then did he realize that an extremely abnormal, sharp pain was coming from his left ear and brain.

The assassin drooled and trembled uncontrollably. He tried to stand up several times, but his efforts were in vain because one ear was entangled in hair.

"..."

Kebar glanced around a few times, then casually strode away.

And behind him—

The group of thugs from the inner city who considered Kebar the "new boss" rushed forward and surrounded the fallen assassin.

To the residents of the inner city, the killer was also an "outsider."

As an outsider, he attacked the neighborhood boss, unable to "integrate" into the urban ecosystem; nor could he "create an ecosystem" through his own force.

The final result was as expected.

He couldn't even utter a scream before being "executed" by the residents of the inner city, losing to this lawless land.

……

……

Meanwhile, on the other side—

Shiramu Cheng and the others stepped forward and rinsed the face of [Sea Monk] He Lu Jicheng with clean water, allowing the old fisherman to slowly wake up.

"..."

He Luji looked around and thanked everyone one by one.

Finally, he stood up and looked at Kebar walking towards him.

"...I lost."

He Luji took a deep breath, shook his dizzy head, and didn't try to evade the issue at all. "I was hired to test you. I'm sorry."

Having said that, He Luji was prepared to be killed on the spot without any complaints.

Kebar slowly raised his hand, approaching Heluji's throat.

"...!?"

Upon seeing this, the people around immediately became tense.

But then, Kebar's hand swept across, not striking Heruji's neck, but glancing past his breast pocket.

Swish!

In an instant, Kebar took the small box of tobacco from his breast pocket and shook it casually a few times.

"Assassination is another matter. If it's a direct confrontation, we'll become friends through fighting, after all, you have that 'ocean' aura about you."

Kebar raised an eyebrow and chuckled leisurely, "The tobacco is mine, consider it spoils of war!"

"..."

He Luji paused for a moment.

In his fifties, he was quite experienced and knew that he had been spared. He then bowed to Kebar to express his gratitude.

Kebar didn't care and walked straight to the dilapidated wall, taking the still-warm soup bowl from the "spoon holder" that he had previously bent.

Not too hot, not too cold, I drank it all in one gulp.

……

……

Breakfast at the campsite is over.

As everyone casually cleared away the dishes, they couldn't help but recall the battle with "Second Master" Kebar.

That's incredible!

So strong that Shiramu Cheng couldn't sit still. He subconsciously moved closer to Kebar and stood with him in the open space, admiring the sunrise.

"..."

With a relaxed expression, Kebar opened Heluji Cheng's tobacco box, skillfully rolled a cigarette, and gestured to Shiramu Cheng.

Shiramu Cheng didn't have the habit of smoking, but he still took it and put it in his mouth like his friends.

The tobacco leaves stung his tongue, causing Shiramu Cheng to wince slightly. "Hiss..."

"Hahaha!"

Seeing this, Kebar laughed heartily, "Mr. Cheng, you don't smoke, do you?"

Bai Mucheng nodded helplessly.

He took a deep breath and exclaimed sincerely, "【Mr. Unchain】—the second generation of Mr. Unchain, is truly the real deal."

"And you also intend to fight the 'original'."

"..."

Kebar was not surprised when he heard Shiraki Cheng reveal his purpose.

A qualified soldier naturally possesses an excellent sense of smell.

"Yes."

Kebar lit a cigarette and said with a faint smile, "I hereby declare the end of the 'Olivea era,' and the freedom of the inner city does not belong to him."

"He built his own kingdom in an Arizona state prison, where he had plenty of luxurious bedrooms, wine, and beef."

“Olive also wants to do the same in Riviera.”

"But to be honest, nobody approves of that kind of stupid and boring lifestyle."

Kebar laughed:

"Whether it's a high-ranking politician or a shady criminal organization..."

"That group of 'American-style' people are only good for this much; they've always relied on 'force' to impose their will on others."

Kebar shrugged and exhaled a puff of smoke. "I, the 'second generation,' will prove the 'first generation' wrong."

"..."

As the white smoke drifted away in mid-air, Bai Mucheng lowered his head slightly, his gaze shifting subtly.