Chapter 295

Just as Chen Hao and Ito were slaughtering wantonly.

A figure rushed out.

This guy was extremely fast, and the sword-in-cane in his hand swung fiercely.

Rip!

Although Ito tried his best to block, one of his flesh-tentacles was still cut off by the opponent.

Losing a flesh-tentacle greatly reduced Ito's strength.

Ito endured the pain and said to Chen Hao: "Run, we are no match for this guy."

"Want to run?"

Ichiro Yamamoto revealed a ferocious expression.

"Where do you think you can go?"

After speaking, Ichiro Yamamoto lunged over again.

Seeing this, Chen Hao grabbed Ito and jumped out the window.

Ichiro Yamamoto hurriedly came to the window.

He thought Chen Hao and the others would fall.

Unexpectedly, Chen Hao grew wings on his back and flew toward the distance.

"Damn it!"

Ito jumped fiercely and chased after Chen Hao and the others.

"Ito!"

A woman with wings like a butterfly on her back appeared.

"I'm here to save you!"

Countless red flesh-spikes shot out from the wings on the woman's back.

These flesh-spikes were like blood crystals, shooting toward Ichiro Yamamoto.

Ichiro Yamamoto raised the sword-in-cane in his hand to block.

After blocking several times in a row, Ichiro Yamamoto launched an attack.

He infused energy into the sword-in-cane and then slashed fiercely.

Whoosh!

A sharp sword aura cut through the air.

Ah~!

The woman supporting Ito couldn't dodge in time and was hit by Ichiro Yamamoto's sword aura.

The woman let out a cry of pain and fell from the sky toward the ground.

"Nanami!"

Seeing Nanami fall, Ito looked nervous.

"Boss, leave her to me."

On the ground, a purple-haired woman was slaughtering desperately.

Seeing someone fall from the sky.

She appeared extremely excited.

Clearly, slaughtering a powerful opponent was more satisfying than slaughtering a group of lackeys.

With a few leaps, she wanted to kill the falling Nanami.

Whoosh!

A figure appeared and grabbed the purple-haired woman's neck directly.

Crack!

He twisted the purple-haired woman's neck.

Then he threw her in front of Nanami like trash.

Nanami was seriously injured, looking at the corpse of the purple-haired woman thrown over.

Nanami naturally understood what the other party wanted her to do.

She opened her bloody mouth and lunged toward the corpse of the purple-haired woman.

Nanami began to gnaw in front of everyone.

Nanami's act of gnawing on the corpse caught the attention of Ichiro Yamamoto's side.

"Monster, it's a monster!"

This battle was too tragic, causing everyone to be on edge.

With Nanami doing this, some guys directly broke down.

Some started to run away.

Crack!

A man with a flat top appeared.

The katana in his hand slashed several times, killing several deserters.

He stopped the rest of those who wanted to run away.

"Do you want to run?"

"You can run, but what about your children and grandchildren?"

"Do you want your own children to be devoured by that group of monsters in the end?"

The man's words left everyone on the scene in deep thought.

One guy was the first to react.

Anything compared to one's own children seems insignificant.

Including one's own life.

"Ah~!"

That guy roared and turned to charge at the enemy.

Following that, another joined the charging team.

Driven by them, everyone who wanted to run away rejoined the battle.

This time, they fought with a determination to die.

For a time, Ito's side felt tremendous pressure.

"Suzuki, it really is you!"

Ichiro Yamamoto looked at the uncle standing not far away.

At this time, the uncle still had an amiable appearance.

No one would confuse him with a terrifying monster.

"Ichiro Yamamoto, it's time to settle the score for the things you usually do."

"The things I do? What have I done?"

"Those children of mine, they are all innocent."

"Innocent?"

"Hahahaha!"

Ichiro Yamamoto laughed, laughing particularly wildly.

"They are all monsters that drink blood and eat raw meat, and you actually tell me they are innocent."

Upon hearing this, Suzuki narrowed his eyes, a flash of displeasure crossing his face.

Clearly, he had been poked in a sore spot.

Ichiro Yamamoto was right; those guys were indeed people who drank blood and ate raw meat.

"So what if they drink blood and eat raw meat?"

"We only use those who are dying, or those who are already dead."

"And you, you directly conduct human experiments?"

Upon hearing this, Ichiro Yamamoto laughed again.

"It's true that I conduct human experiments."

"But my experimental subjects are Dragon Kingdom people and you monsters."

"I feel I have a clear conscience."

After speaking, Ichiro Yamamoto kicked back with his right foot.

He revealed a perverted smile.

"I wonder what kind of monster can be created if I use you for experiments."

Ichiro Yamamoto and Suzuki fought together.

Suzuki transformed into a monster.

The two sides fought incessantly, back and forth.

Clang, clang, clang!

The sound of metal clashing was incessant.

Suzuki's six flesh-tentacles generated six flesh-tentacle whirlwinds in mid-air.

Each flesh-tentacle was extremely sharp, with a sharp luster tinged with blood.

Opposite him, Ichiro Yamamoto held a silver-white sword-in-cane, with a brilliant gemstone embedded in the hilt, emitting a mysterious light.

Ichiro Yamamoto wore a dark samurai outfit, and a solemn and majestic aura emanated from him.

His eyes revealed calmness and decisiveness, and the sword-in-cane in his hand swung incessantly.

Suzuki's six flesh-tentacles attacked Ichiro Yamamoto like sharp arrows.

Ichiro Yamamoto flexibly raised the sword-in-cane, instantly slashing out a silver-white light.

The sword body intersected with Suzuki's flesh-tentacles, emitting the sound of clashing sparks.

In the intense duel, Suzuki's movement was agile and nimble, and the flesh-tentacles attacked Ichiro Yamamoto unexpectedly like poisonous snakes.

Ichiro Yamamoto, with accurate swordsmanship and judgment, gradually merged into the battle, coordinating perfectly with Suzuki's offense and defense.

Suzuki launched attacks without fear of death.

Although the power of the six flesh-tentacles was astonishing, Ichiro Yamamoto's sword-fighting movement always found weaknesses in his attacks, neutralizing Suzuki's attacks.

In the battle scene, the two figures crossed rapidly, emitting bursts of wind and the musical sound of blades clashing.

Both showed their respective powerful strength: Suzuki's six flesh-tentacles were flexible and changeable, and Ichiro Yamamoto's sword-in-cane was precise and decisive.

In this battle, the strength of both was constantly being displayed.

For a time, the whole world was silent, condensing a thick sense of oppression.

Whether it was Suzuki, who wielded his six flesh-tentacles wantonly, or Ichiro Yamamoto, who slashed sharply with his sword-in-cane, both made people feel a majestic aura and unparalleled dominance.

Chen Hao and Ito were standing on a high building not far away at this time, quietly watching this battle.