I teach judo in Tokyo.

Behind them, the torn curtains cascaded down like a waterfall.

The sunlight shone in from outside.

"What a strange hobby, but I've actually heard this song before! Wait a minute."

Subaru Akai laughed heartily.

"Koraaaa!"

"asshole!"

"You idiot, you're asking for it!"

......

During their conversation, the yakuza members simultaneously unleashed a barrage of angry curses, and then nearly forty people in the room immediately surrounded them.

This perfectly cornered Sosuke.

Baseball bats, steel pipes, chains, knives... all sorts of weapons appeared in their hands.

Everyone stared intently at Atobe Sousuke, that blind fool, with menacing eyes.

Atobe Sousuke stood calmly in place, his katana hanging naturally at his sides.

"Found it, listen, is this the song?" Akai Subaru's voice came through the earphones.

The familiar music also reached Sousuke's ears.

There's only one mother in the world who's good—

"This is the one, it's awesome!"

A smile appeared on Sousuke's face.

Listening to this song, one against a hundred, is the ultimate romance in the hearts of every man who has seen the movie Fong Sai-yuk.

At the same time, dozens of yakuza members rushed forward together.

"Holy crap, this scene is terrifying!"

Subaru Akai looked at Sousuke's surroundings through the binoculars of his sniper rifle and couldn't help but sigh.

Faced with the yakuza members rushing towards him, Atobe Sousuke flung out a large curtain he was holding, which transformed into a massive barrier that instantly blocked a large portion of the view.

Without pausing, he took advantage of the chaos in the crowd and boldly rushed into it.

He stepped forward and swung his knife.

"Whoosh!"

With three consecutive slashes, the blade traced silvery-white trails around him.

Accompanied by the cutting of the trajectory.

The two hands that were holding weapons fell to the ground.

Blood gushed from the chests and abdomens of the three men.

Attacks coming from five directions were deflected.

The chaotic melee did not stop.

Amidst the screams of the enemy, Sousuke's figure was like a dagger-wielding demon, surrounded by countless people yet moving as if they were nothing.

Beneath his white mask, his eyes radiated a chilling light.

Each time the white blade slashed out, it brought forth a spray of blood.

The metal blade in his hand, manufactured with modern technology, is in no way inferior to the so-called divine weapons forged by ancient swordsmiths. With his superb swordsmanship, even after parrying and deflecting the enemy's weapons many times, there is no dulling or nicking.

Although there were many enemies, and most of them were fierce and brave, they were ultimately just ordinary humans.

Sosuke has now found a new way to distinguish ordinary humans.

That is, ordinary people rely more on instinct when they are actually fighting.

When hit, people instinctively try to block, and some people who haven't specifically trained will even instinctively close their eyes.

Even those who have undergone long-term training or have extensive fighting experience rely more on 'instinct' when dealing with situations on the spot.

However, untrained people will instinctively close their eyes to block when faced with a wild punch, and then return the blow with a wild punch.

Those who have undergone long-term training will observe the opponent's attacks and block them, and then respond with the same attack methods they have been trained in.

Those who surpass ordinary people are different.

The advantage of the strong lies in this: they are not only talented, but they can also take skills that ordinary people cannot master to a deeper level.

Their reactions surpass those of ordinary people, and even their thinking speed in battle far exceeds that of ordinary people.

When faced with an attack, a true strong person is able to clearly determine the opponent's actions and has time to 'think' about how to respond.

In Sousuke's eyes, the yakuza who surrounded him were fierce and cruel.

However, the movements were very "slow".

For example, at that very moment, five or six people simultaneously wielded different types of weapons, such as steel pipes, knives, and chains, at him from different directions and at different angles.

This kind of attack, which ordinary people absolutely cannot avoid, has a clear order of precedence in Sousuke's view.

He can even react to the attack the instant he sees it and determine his optimal counterattack route.

The next second, he gripped his katana tightly with both hands, and with his footwork and turning posture, he slashed rapidly along a predetermined route.

With the added power and speed of his explosive strike, his attack was faster than any of his opponents' attacks.

With a flash of white light, three weapons of various kinds were sent flying, and two Yakuza arms landed on the ground.

Of the six men who attacked him, three cried out in pain, blood gushing from their chests and abdomens; two clutched their severed arms and retreated frantically; and one collapsed to the ground, clutching his throat.

This harvesting continues every second.

Sosuke moved through the crowd, killing as he went, his movements as fluid as a dragon, perfectly dodging all attacks with each leap and turn.

Each of his strikes either steadily deflected three or more attacks, severed an opponent's wrist like a hot knife through butter, or grazed a person's vital points.

There was absolutely no way a single strike missed.

In the first hall after entering, a large number of people quickly lay down.

At his current fighting style, these yakuza members should be routed and fleeing due to rapid attrition within half a minute.

However, although there were only about forty people in the hall originally, many more yakuza members who had heard the news kept rushing out from the corridor at the other end of the hall with weapons.

The constant influx of new recruits kept the yakuza members on the scene oscillating between fear of being killed and the belief that "we outnumber them."

However, even if the Snake Bone Society has a large number of members, it is by no means inexhaustible.

Until Sousuke's clothes were completely stained red with splattered blood, and he stood quietly in the center of the hall.

There was no one left standing around him.

The menacing yakuza lay scattered on the ground, their severed hands lying everywhere.

"Damn! You've gone too far. Killing so many people, even if they were all yakuza, would still cause a sensation!" Akai's voice was urgent.

Sosuke glanced around. Although there was no one standing around him anymore, at least twenty or thirty Yakuza were still standing in the corridor at the other end, trembling and looking at him with terrified eyes.

Sosuke said slowly, "Akai, look closely, I actually didn't kill many people."

He was telling the truth. Although the scene looked horrific, with blood and severed limbs everywhere, most of the yakuza he had cut down were still crying out and groaning in pain.

The number of people he actually killed on the spot was probably less than one-tenth.

"That's true. Well, I don't care then, I'll call an ambulance first." Akai Subaru breathed a sigh of relief.

Sousuke flicked the katana in his hand, then raised it to his eyes to examine it.

He shook off most of the blood from the knife, revealing a dented and chipped blade.

Even with advanced modern technology, the metal used to make this knife wasn't a rare material, and after countless collisions, it eventually became nearly unusable.

He thought for a moment, then, in front of the group of yakuza huddled in the corridor, he gently squatted down and picked out a long metal pipe from the ground, holding it in his left hand.

He held a steel pipe in his left hand and a cleaver in his right, his body was covered in blood, and he wore a strange white smiling mask on his face.

Sosuke finished getting ready and stepped into the crowded corridor.

"Don't come here!!"

The yakuza henchmen, terrified by his actions, saw his movements. The one at the front screamed in fear and retreated backward with all his might.

A gap was forcibly squeezed out.

Before entering the corridor, Sosuke suddenly stopped, tilted his head, and said softly, "You're blocking the way. Those who don't want to die, leave."

The icy voice sent a shiver down the spines of the other party.

After a three-second silence, the members of the yakuza exchanged glances, not daring to make a move.

Sosuke said again, "I'll give you twenty more seconds. If you want to leave, then leave now!"

He had barely finished speaking.

With a whoosh, the yakuza rushed out and hurriedly avoided Sousuke, who was standing still.

They ran away from both sides of the hall, hugging the walls, and then rushed into the passage that Sosuke had come through, crying and shouting.

Where can happiness be found when you leave your mother's embrace?

Sousuke sighed: "Brother Akai, turn the music off."

Subaru Akai chuckled: "Let me see. This song is less than three minutes long. You're exaggerating. You took down more than a hundred people in three minutes?"

Sosuke shook his head: "They're just ordinary people, enough for me to warm up, and they don't have any guns."

“You’re overthinking it.” Subaru Akai laughed. “Japan has very strict gun control laws, especially in these yakuza strongholds. It’s even less likely that they would hide guns there, otherwise the police could just raid them and find guns and wipe them out.”

"Alright, I'll head up now." Sosuke stopped chatting.

"Be careful," Akai Subaru warned. "The upper floor is the office of the boss of the Akemi Company. As one of the leaders of the Snake Bone Society, he should have strong protectors."

"Oh?" Atobe Sousuke frowned. "Stronger, do you mean 'absolute' level?"

"How is that possible!" Subaru Akai was speechless: "Top-tier experts aren't as common as cabbages... There are no more than two hundred publicly known top-tier experts in the entire world."

Sosuke stopped talking.

He frowned slightly—if there were no top-level experts among the opponents, what exactly was the reason that Yae Meixuan was trapped here?

With this question in mind, he remained vigilant and slowly walked down the corridor.

The corridor is flanked by small offices separated by glass, which are now empty.

Just now, Sosuke's impressive feat of taking on a hundred men single-handedly had almost brought out all the henchmen on the floor.

Then he went to the innermost room.

There's a small staircase here, which should be the passageway leading directly to the top floor.

Now, a muscular white man stands at the front of this staircase.

He was nearly two meters tall, wearing a suit that was stretched taut, and his blond hair and thick beard made him very recognizable.

The most eye-catching thing was the giant sword he was holding upside down on the ground, which he was propping up with both hands.

It was a giant sword, with the hilt as long as the white man's height, and a huge guard. About twenty centimeters above the guard was a shorter section of the blade extending from it. The part of the blade near the hilt was unsharpened, while the sharpened parts were shaped like continuously twisting flames, like a snake.

This is a flame-shaped giant sword.

The combination of the burly man and the giant sword creates a powerful and imposing aura, making the scene quite impactful.

The white, sweaty man grinned and said in English in a hearty manner, "Kid, you're quite strong to have made it this far, having broken through the ranks of over a hundred people. However, this is the end. Please go back."

Then, he repeated the last half of the sentence in Japanese: "There is no way forward, turn back."

Sosuke remained silent, his eyes fixed quietly on the other person.

[The Highlander (Jormungandr's Tentacles): Jäger János]

Age: 36

[None of the following terms are listed]

[Possesses the defensive skill: Highland Greatsword Technique 26]

[Special Moves: Master Strike, Barol Slash, Vermore Kick, Celtic Charge]