Chapter 118: Dare Touch My Son? Who Gave You the Balls?

The dust dispersed.

Lin Tianhao planted his great sword into the ground.

His posture stood tall, lightning swirling around him, his square face radiating authority without even angering.

Yamamoto Kenichi struggled painfully out of the rock wall.

He looked at the man who seemed like a thunder god descending from heaven, and fear crept across his face:

"You… Lin Tianhao? No, impossible—how could you be here!"

Lin Tianhao ignored him.

He turned his head toward Xu Wenchang:

"Old Xu, didn't arrive too late, did I? Where's my damn son?"

Xu Wenchang sighed helplessly and pointed far away:

"Relax, your son's fine—he just wiped out four hundred of their people by accident."

"???"

Lin Tianhao froze. "What?"

Xu Wenchang rolled his eyes:

"Enough talking."

"Since you're here, this little Japanese guy's yours. I'll take a break—oh my old bones."

With that, Xu Wenchang stepped aside.

Lin Tianhao turned his head.

The dazed look in his eyes turned icy cold the instant they locked onto Yamamoto Kenichi.

Far away,

Yamamoto Kenichi slowly emerged from the rubble.

Stimulated by the drug and fueled by lifelong brainwashing, he didn't retreat—he erupted into a chilling, manic laugh.

"So what if you're Lin Tianhao? So what if you're the War God?"

Yamamoto Kenichi hunched over, dragging his twin blades across the ground, sparks flying, his eyes blazing with fanaticism:

Now, I carry the will of hundreds of millions of the Great Ying Empire.

Our spirit is invincible! Our souls shall return to Ying, eternal and immortal!

"You inferior races have no idea what the tragic beauty of cherry blossoms falling means! You have no idea what bushido is!"

Yamamoto Kenichi raised his twin blades into an absurd, unnatural stance, "For His Imperial Majesty, today I shall complete my gyokusai with your blood!"

With a hysterical roar,

Yamamoto Kenichi became a black-red blood-shadow, blasting toward Lin Tianhao!

Watching Yamamoto Kenichi charge,

Lin Tianhao couldn't help but laugh, then sheathed his great sword.

"Gyokusai?"

"I'll smash your fucking head!"

BOOM!

No flashy techniques—just a simple, straight punch.

This punch carried the force of ten thousand thunderbolts.

So fast it warped space itself.

CRASH—!!!

Yamamoto Kenichi's ferocious charge, before this punch, was like willingly offering his face.

Lin Tianhao's fist slammed hard into Yamamoto Kenichi's face.

CRACK!

The sound of his nasal bone shattering was unmistakable.

Yamamoto Kenichi was blasted backward—while still in midair, a blue figure faster than him flashed to his landing point.

A fist the size of a mortar pounded his chest.

CRASH—!!

Yamamoto Kenichi was pounded into the ground, instantly leaving a shallow crater.

Before he could rise,

A massive foot stomped down hard on his chest.

"Puh—!"

Yamamoto Kenichi spat another gout of black blood.

Lin Tianhao stood over him, looking down.

B... aka! I'm a warrior of the Great Ying Empire! I bear the Emperor's grace…

Yamamoto Kenichi still screamed wildly.

"I'll smash your fucking head!"

Lin Tianhao bent down, grabbed Yamamoto Kenichi's thin hair, and slammed a heavy punch into his old face!

PUNCH!

"Fuck your mother!"

Yamamoto Kenichi screamed as his nasal bridge collapsed.

Before he could catch his breath, Lin Tianhao punched his eye socket.

PUNCH!

"Dog bastard!"

Yamamoto Kenichi tried to raise his blade in resistance.

Lin Tianhao backhanded him, stomped his wrist underfoot, and ground it down!

CRACK!

"You dare draw a blade on me?!"

"Aaaahhhhh—!!!"

Yamamoto Kenichi shrieked like a slaughtered pig—his hand holding the blade was crushed into a pulp.

Lin Tianhao showed no sign of stopping.

His fists rained down like hail, each punch accompanied by a perfectly delivered curse:

"Dare touch my son? Who gave you the balls?!"

"Huh?! Answer me, bastard!"

"Didn't you just brag?"

"Aren't you fighting for the Emperor?!"

"Fuck! If I don't beat your shit out today, I'll say your Emperor shits clean!"

PUNCH PUNCH PUNCH PUNCH—!!!

Yamamoto Kenichi's face was no longer recognizable as human.

Lin Tianhao grabbed his throat, yanked his ruined face close:

"Fuck your mother! You old piece of shit still have the nerve?!"

"You surrounded a few kids with hundreds of men?"

"Did your mom throw out the baby and raise the placenta? How the hell did she birth something with no asshole?"

Yamamoto Kenichi, half-conscious, still mumbled:

"For… for the Emperor… bushido… cannot be dishonored…"

"Fuck your bushido!"

Hearing those three words, Lin Tianhao's rage surged to his crown.

He stood up and kicked Yamamoto Kenichi's ribs with all his might!

CRACK!

"For the Emperor? Is your Emperor your bastard father that you'd die for him?!"

"Stop slapping bushido on your face like a badge! That's not bushido—that's a sewer!"

"You're a bunch of sneaky, filthy, lowlife maggots! How dare you talk about spirit to me?!"

Is your Ying people's skin made of bulletproof material? You shameless bastards!

Lin Tianhao grew angrier by the second, then pulled out his thunder great sword.

Terrifying lightning illuminated his monstrous face, like a god of judgment sentencing evil.

The last flicker of madness vanished from Yamamoto Kenichi's eyes, replaced by endless fear and confusion.

Why was this happening?

He had already exhausted his life force to forcibly raise his level to 95!

He also wielded a unique weapon, even if its rank was low.

Even against Dragon Fist Xu Wenchang, he'd been confident he could fight him for three hundred rounds.

But why…

Before Lin Tianhao, he was a dead dog, trampled at will.

Is this the War God of Longguo?

Yamamoto Kenichi stared at the massive sword raised high, wreathed in destructive lightning, and at Lin Tianhao's eyes, filled with mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

He was afraid.

He was truly afraid.

All his faith, all his fanaticism, crumbled before absolute violence and death.

"No… don't…"

"Yamare…"

Swish—!!

Blood erupted!

Yamamoto Kenichi's arm and thigh instantly severed from his body.

"Aaaahhh—!!!"

A piercing scream echoed across the wasteland.

Lin Tianhao kicked Yamamoto Kenichi's mangled body away.

"Htui!"

He spat onto the ground:

"Damn it, you scream loud, but when it comes to action, you crap your pants! I haven't even warmed up yet."

"Are there no men left on your pathetic island? You sent this piece of trash to die?"

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(Thank you to "Luo Shiyi Nai c" for the King of Gifts—wow, I've never seen such a huge gift before. Also thank you to "Please Let Me Laugh Like a Maggot" for the explosive flower shower, and thank you all for your small gifts and for powering up with love—thank you, thank you…)