Only I Follow the Law: An Unorthodox Tokyo Cultivation Routine.

The group got up and walked towards the interior of the yacht.

Masahito Kurokawa would certainly not leave any hidden dangers for himself.

The guns in the cabin were indeed real, but the bullets were all blanks, which could hardly cause any harm to the human body. The reason for equipping the prey with guns was simply to make the hunt more enjoyable.

Moreover, for ordinary people who have never handled firearms, there is not much difference between letting them hold a gun and a stick, even though these people have undergone professional training.

Finally, they changed into light hunting gear, and also put on bulletproof vests and helmets just in case. Inside the helmets, a person was responsible for broadcasting the real-time movements of the prey through the earpiece, allowing them to enjoy the game even more.

Masahito Kurokawa selected his favorite custom-made Phantom M200, with exquisite and gorgeous silver patterns on the gun body.

This gun is highly accurate; it hits exactly where you point it. His favorite thing to do is to shoot moving prey in the head.

The horrific scenes greatly satisfied his bloodlust.

Frank, on the other hand, chose a lightweight tactical rifle and skillfully checked the bolt to make sure it was working properly, clearly indicating that he was quite familiar with guns.

Masahito Kurokawa complimented, "Mr. Collins, you look exactly like a sharpshooter."

Frank chuckled smugly: "Of course, for any American, what arming themselves is never some random knowledge, but guns, and it has to start from childhood."

I started teaching my daughter how to use a gun when she was in elementary school, just for her self-defense. With school shootings becoming increasingly frequent, I even put one in her schoolbag. Would you say I was prescient?

"is it?"

Masahito Kurokawa offered another compliment, gaining a further understanding of the level of security in the United States.

The rumors are true; guns in America are practically like stationery, only allowed in schools.

After changing clothes, the group eagerly boarded the helicopter parked on the helipad. The helicopter's rotors stirred up the airflow, and it quickly took off, flying towards the island.

Just as the helicopter left, an invisible shuttle-shaped airship hovered directly above the yacht.

Han Chuanyou stood at the bow of the immortal ship, looking down at the yacht filled with demonic minions. With a light touch of her toes, her body slowly descended like a falling leaf.

He decided to start here.

While in mid-air, he summoned Jingying, and the small sword instantly grew larger, splitting into three long swords that circled around him.

In this deserted sea, he no longer concealed his strength.

"What is that?!"

The security guard on the top of the yacht was chatting with his companion while leaning against the railing when he caught a glimpse of a figure falling from the sky and couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.

Before he could speak further, a streak of light flew out from beside the figure.

The light flashed by in an instant, and the next second, a bloody gash stretched from his brow to his groin, before his body was split in two.

The security guard beside him trembled and instinctively raised his rifle.

Just as the gun was aimed at Han Chuanyou, the streak of light swirled around him, and the sword blade slid into his waist and flew out horizontally.

He looked down at his upper body as it slid down, and then the world spun around him. His two halves crashed to the ground, and a strong smell of blood filled the air.

The security guards on the lower level heard the commotion and looked up.

The familiar Asura mask made their bodies tremble.

"Death...Death!!"

Watching the three longswords swirling around Death, spiraling in a manner defying the laws of physics and emitting a faint humming sound from time to time, the unbelievable scene made them wonder if they were dreaming.

Suddenly, the yacht's alarm blared.

They knew exactly what they had done for Kurokawa Masahito in the past. Now that death had come knocking, they didn't believe it would show them any mercy. Only by fighting to the death could they hope for a chance to survive.

In an instant, gunshots rang out, and the surrounding security personnel opened fire on the figure.

Bullets came from all directions, and the two flying swords met the barrage, spinning rapidly in the air. The swords transformed into two cyan-gold wheels of light, shattering and deflecting all the bullets.

The fragments scattered tiny sparks, creating a dazzling display resembling the sparks from a hammering iron.

However, to the security guards, this scene exuded a chilling aura.

"Escape! Escape!"

The bullets were completely ineffective, and fear gripped them. Some took a few steps back and turned to run away.

But this was completely futile. The third flying sword moved through the crowd like a dragon, and wherever it passed, blood blossomed, staining the ground red, like a purgatory.

"Pfft..."

One person's head was severed, and immediately afterward, another person's body was cut in half at the waist, fell backward, tumbled over the railing, and plunged into the sea behind them, blood instantly spreading across the surface.

Even hiding behind cover was useless; steel and flesh were no different in front of the flying sword, and the cover and body were easily pierced.

Han Chuan slowly walked forward, raising a spiritual energy shield around his body. Occasionally, a stray bullet would hit the shield, only causing a small, pale blue ripple.

Wherever he went, corpses fell one after another behind him.

The gunfire on the deck went from intense to sparse, and finally fell completely silent.

The strong smell of blood filled the entire deck.

Han Chuanyou stepped into the cabin, and in the corridor, the security personnel retreated in fear.

This terrifying scene completely terrified them, and they dropped their guns and ran.

The flying swords required very few commands; the three swords automatically chased after the fleeing figures, traversing the narrow corridor and piercing through them one by one.

"Lord Death! I didn't do anything! I was just steering the ship..."

The captain knelt on the ground, his head touching the ground, his voice trembling.

Han Chuanyou showed no mercy, his flying sword piercing through his waist and slicing his body in two.

How could these people, as Masahito Kurokawa's confidants, all be clean? Doesn't he think that these people didn't know what they were doing? Are accomplices not murderers?

Only Han Chuanyou's footsteps could be heard inside the cabin; the entire yacht had been thoroughly cleaned.

Chapter 171 The Pivot of the Array Dao: Hunter Becomes Prey

He sheathed his flying sword, scanned the entire ship with his divine sense to make sure nothing was missed, and was about to leave when a faint glimmer of light from a corner caught his attention.

He followed the light and pushed open the door to a lounge.

The room was small but elegantly furnished. His gaze fell on the shelf by the wall, and he reached out to take down an antique wooden box. The box was undecorated, but it felt warm and smooth to the touch, suggesting that the wood used was of excellent quality.

Opening the box reveals a chessboard, its wood warm and smooth, the grid lines an elegant and sophisticated dark gold.

[You have discovered a low-grade Xuan-level magic artifact—the Array Pivot. As the hub of an array formation, it can simultaneously hold hundreds of array patterns and pre-store ten complete array diagrams, thus achieving the goal of rapidly setting up an array.]

This means that setting up formations will be much easier in the future. You won't need to prepare any talismans or materials; you can simply connect the formation patterns directly inside.

It's like the exclusive equipment that array masters use when fighting against others. What a good thing! Han Chuanyou smiled with satisfaction, and with a thought, he put it into his storage ring.

He glanced back at the now deathly silent yacht, then leaped into the air. The flying sword automatically appeared at his feet, lifting him into the sky.

The sea breeze rushed into my collar, causing my robes to flutter.

Han Chuanyou stood in mid-air, looking down at the white giant ship that was gently undulating on the sea below. He slowly raised his hand, and Qingling emerged from his palm.

He gripped the hilt of the sword with both hands, and spiritual energy surged into the blade like a tide.

The Azure Spirit began to tremble, emitting a low hum, and the azure light on the blade grew stronger.

At the last moment, he swung his sword down from mid-air, and a cyan blade aura more than twenty meters long burst forth from the blade, slashing straight down with a piercing sound.

The blade's energy touched the hull without any pause, cleaving the entire yacht in two from bow to stern.

The fracture was unusually smooth, and the exposed compartment section was as neat as a sliced ​​cake, revealing the compartment inside.

Immediately afterwards, the fuel lines in the lower deck were detonated, fireballs gushed out from the crack, the two broken halves of the ship began to slowly tilt, seawater poured in through the crack, and a huge roar was heard.

Before long, the once magnificent and luxurious yacht split in two, billowing black smoke, and slowly sank to the azure seabed.

Han Chuanyou sheathed his sword, then turned the tip around and sped towards the lush green island ahead.

Next, it's time to deal with those so-called hunters.

The helicopter flew over the island, making the tree branches sway wildly. Murai Katsuaki heard the roar of the helicopter, subconsciously looked up, and saw the helicopter through the blown-away leaves.

On the helicopter, Masahito Kurokawa also noticed his prey below. He couldn't wait any longer, so he immediately released the safety, took aim, and finally pulled the trigger.

"boom!"

The bullet whistled through the air, grazing Murai Katsuaki's shoulder and striking the large tree behind him, sending splinters flying and leaving a fist-sized crater.

Katsuaki Murai's heart pounded, and his back was instantly soaked with cold sweat.

He shrank behind a tree, panting, "Damn it! No wonder it's called a hunting ground... they've got us as prey!"

He finally understood that those high-ranking hunters were using them as targets, and that this killing was just a form of entertainment for them.

He thought this kind of thing only happened in America, but he never expected that it would happen in an island nation, and right before his eyes.

"What a bunch of insects!"

Katsuaki Murai fired several shots in the direction the helicopter had left.

The helicopter had already left, eventually landing on the rooftop of a gray building in the heart of the island.

Masahito Kurokawa jumped out of the plane, tugged at his gun sling, and shook his head with a hint of regret:

"I'm really getting old. My marksmanship has declined. I've made a fool of myself in front of Mr. Collins."

Frank jumped down too: "It's too shaky in the helicopter, and the difficulty is already high, so there's still a chance."

Kurokawa Masahito nodded, turned around and glanced at his companions behind him, a keen smile spreading across his face:

"Then let's set off, Mr. Collins. Would you like to join our bet?"

"What are we betting on?" Frank raised an eyebrow.

"Let's see who kills the most prey. The winner will receive ten million dollars. This time it's on me, you don't need to pay any bets."

Ten million dollars is not a small sum, but for people like them, it's just a number. Masahito Kurokawa's intentions were quite clear.

By using this opportunity to make connections with this American financial tycoon, they could essentially give away the money through a gambling game.

“Alright,” a hint of interest finally flashed in Frank’s eyes, “it seems I’ll have to show you my true skills too.”

The other hunters echoed this sentiment, as they too were interested in befriending Frank.

"Then let's go." Kurokawa Masahito took the lead and walked with his son into the depths of the dense forest. The others quickly split into three groups and gradually disappeared into the path where the shadows of the trees intertwined.

Han Chuanyou appeared directly above the island, and his divine sense range of 1.5 kilometers centered on his body was enough to encompass most of the island.

He noticed those scumbags bearing the title of Demon Lord, and the so-called prey scattered throughout the island.

He naturally noticed those surveillance cameras as well, and decided to deal with them first.

He moved swiftly and arrived at the gray building where the helicopter had landed.

Inside the monitoring room, a guard responsible for monitoring the prey heard footsteps behind him and instinctively turned around to look.

"You are... Death?!"

He never expected that the Grim Reaper would appear on this small island far from Tokyo.

The other guards also turned around in unison.

Then, their pupils were filled with the red light that shone from Han Chuan You's hand.

"Boom!!"

The violent explosion shattered the monitors in the control room instantly, and the room was completely destroyed by the shockwave. As for the guards responsible for monitoring, their bodies were torn to pieces by the explosion and turned to ashes in the blink of an eye.

Han Chuan You, who was underground, felt the surrounding soil shake due to the explosion.

Upon reaching the Foundation Establishment stage, the power of the Fireball spell has increased several levels. If it was previously only as powerful as a small missile, now, the power of this attack is comparable to a heavy aerial bomb, capable of destroying almost any medium-sized building.

The guard's voice was clearly transmitted to Kurokawa Masahito's ears, followed by a violent explosion, after which only static remained in his earphones.

The loud noise made his ears ring.

His eyes were glazed over for a moment, and a layer of cold sweat appeared on his back without him noticing.

Death has arrived?!

He took off his helmet, and the loud explosion traveled through the air to his location.

Mitsuo Kurokawa's voice trembled slightly.

"Father, has death truly come?"

Kurokawa Masahito channeled his fear into rage and vented it on his son: "Shut up!"