Chapter 35: The Reaper's Harvest!

"Baka! Sun Guixing, hold your tongue! Be careful, or I’ll cut it out! You pathetic, spineless swine!" Kiyohara Kazuma barked coldly.

"Is that so?" Duan Lingxiao was not surprised.

Whether in terms of economy, military, or politics, the Japanese had always been restless, constantly seeking to threaten the Dragon Kingdom. While illegal organ trafficking was a violation of law and morality, for the Japanese—a people whose moral compass had always been shaky—committing such atrocities was hardly a surprise. It was not their first time doing such a thing.

Sun Guixing would not die just yet. Duan Lingxiao had no intention of granting him the mercy of a quick death. For a traitor, a simple end was far too easy and lenient. He needed to make him truly feel the depths of human agony; he needed to make him wish he were dead.

As Sun Guixing shrieked in pain, Duan Lingxiao turned his gaze toward Tsunoda Koichi and Kiyohara Kazuma.

"Sun Guixing is a dog of your Japanese Chamber of Commerce, which means the encroachment on the Xiao family's assets was orchestrated by you Japanese. Isn't that right?" Duan Lingxiao’s voice was cold, carrying an air of unquestionable indifference.

"Ling-san, that may be so, but this is merely standard business practice. The Xiao family fell, their assets were fragmented, and naturally, those with the capability took control. Since you wish to stand up for the Xiao family, our Japanese Chamber of Commerce is willing to enter into a deep partnership with you. We can split all future profits fifty-fifty. How about that?" Kiyohara Kazuma argued.

"If it is true that those with capability take control, then since I have enough capability, does it not follow that killing you is also irrelevant?" Duan Lingxiao replied flatly.

"Ling-san, you have an old saying in the Dragon Kingdom: 'A wise man submits to circumstances.' Do not think that because you have a bit of martial strength, you can force us to yield. The depth of the Japanese Chamber of Commerce's resources is something you cannot fathom!" Kiyohara Kazuma shook his head.

"That's right. Why not turn hostility into friendship? Let's sit down, have some sake, and talk this over properly." A cunning glint flashed in Tsunoda Koichi’s eyes as he spoke with a broad, forced smile.

Duan Lingxiao’s strength exceeded his expectations, so he decided to pacify him first, then wait for an opportunity to strike back.

"You think you can wipe away your actions with a single phrase like 'turn hostility into friendship'?" Duan Lingxiao scoffed. "How laughable! And no one wants to drink your Japanese sake—it tastes like horse urine!"

With that, Duan Lingxiao threw a punch.

"You’re courting death! Since you refuse the toast only to drink the forfeit, men, slaughter this Chinese mongrel!" Tsunoda Koichi’s eyes blazed with fury. He waved his hand, and dozens of warriors in tight-fitting combat gear poured out from the Cherry Blossom Society.

"Kill him! Kill this Chinese piece of trash!" Kiyohara and Tsunoda had completely dropped the facade, their faces twisted with malice.

The dozens of Japanese warriors were fully armed, wielding katanas with fierce, predatory expressions. Duan Lingxiao took one look and understood everything. Japanese military and elite families were fond of artificially cultivating warriors with terrifying combat prowess, often resorting to deviant methods like drug enhancement and human experimentation. It was clear these men had boosted their physical potential through special substances, and their strength was roughly at the level of mid-tier warriors.

Even so, the collective combat power of so many mid-tier warriors, when measured against the martial standards of the Dragon Kingdom, was enough to make even an Earth-realm martial artist suffer a crushing defeat.

It was shocking that a mere foreign resident organization like the Japanese Chamber of Commerce possessed a force more powerful than many local institutions in Jiangnan City. It was like an enemy planting a dagger right into one's own gut. It showed just how alarmingly deep the Japanese infiltration of the Dragon Kingdom had become.

"Baka, die!"

At that moment, a warrior suddenly swung his katana, slicing toward Duan Lingxiao from the side.

*Whoosh!*

Duan Lingxiao’s expression remained unchanged. He calmly extended two fingers and clamped them onto the blade mid-swing.

*Clang!*

A second later, he snapped his fingers. The katana held between them shattered instantly, breaking into countless shards like pulverized ice. One of the fragments flew off, piercing directly into the mid-tier warrior's eye. Two jets of blood sprayed out immediately.

"Baka! It burns! My eye!" The warrior clutched his face, blood gushing through his fingers.

"Nani?!" The other warriors turned pale. The katanas they carried had been forged by top-tier Japanese smiths using incredibly durable, high-tech metals after rigorous processes. Yet, Duan Lingxiao had shattered one with two fingers? This was hardened steel—why did it behave like crumbling tofu in his hands?

"This Chinese mongrel's strength is immense. We must call for reinforcements, or things might go wrong," Kiyohara and Tsunoda exchanged a glance. Kiyohara secretly pulled out his phone and tapped a few keys.

This did not escape Duan Lingxiao’s notice, but he did not care. Since the enemy wanted to be wiped out, he would not be stingy in fulfilling their wish.

"Attack together! Kill this pig!" The strongest warrior roared, charging forward with his katana. The others swarmed in from all sides. They were strictly trained, well-coordinated, and skilled in both offense and defense. In an instant, Duan Lingxiao was surrounded.

"Sir..." Zhao Heihu watched with his heart in his throat. These were all top-tier experts; he struggled to handle even one ordinary mid-tier warrior, let alone so many.

The thirty-plus warriors didn't waste words. They knew the danger of villains talking too much, and facing such a powerful opponent, they couldn't afford to be careless. Six or seven katanas came whistling down, the blades creating a chilling cage of steel around Duan Lingxiao.

"A bunch of worthless curs!" Duan Lingxiao’s right foot moved like the wind, stomping down in a flurry, reminiscent of the techniques seen in the film *Kung Fu Hustle*.

*Thud, thud, thud!*

The toes of six or seven warriors were crushed flat under his boots. A massive surge of power exploded, sending the warriors flying through the air to crash heavily against the ground.

"Die!"

"Baka!"

Four more warriors attacked from behind. Duan Lingxiao spun around, throwing a punch that landed with surgical precision on their chests.

*Crack!*

Their breastbones collapsed, driving shards of bone into their lungs. Blood sprayed like a fountain.

*Thump!*

Turning again, Duan Lingxiao kicked out. Two warriors were sent flying over ten meters. Their hearts had been shattered by the impact; as they coughed up blood, fragments of their own hearts were spat out with it.

"Too weak." Duan Lingxiao shook his head, sounding quite disappointed.

He moved, channeling the "Dragon Soaring Through the Nine Heavens" footwork. He was like a dragon rising from the sea, soaring through the cosmos, weaving instantly through the remaining warriors.

*Snap! Snap! ...Snap!*

Every time he passed a warrior, he reached out and gripped their neck with perfect precision. A slight squeeze was all it took to snap their spines. In the blink of an eye, the ground was littered with the corpses of Japanese warriors.

"The island nation of Japan dares to gather so many warriors on the soil of my Dragon Kingdom. I thought they were a major threat, but it seems they are nothing more than a pile of trash." Duan Lingxiao smiled faintly, his eyes filled with a pride that stood far above the mundane world.

The street fell into a deathly silence. The wealthy patrons who had come to the Cherry Blossom Society event stared with wide eyes, trembling, unable to comprehend what they had just witnessed. It was too terrifying! This was not a level of strength that a human should possess! Was he an alien?

"Baka! A warrior can be killed, but not humiliated!" Tsunoda Koichi was furious. As a member of the elite Japanese warrior list, he held a deep, fanatical belief in the spirit of Bushido. Hearing Duan Lingxiao belittle them so casually sent him into a rage.

*Slap!*

Duan Lingxiao moved in a blur, appearing before Tsunoda. He delivered a brutal slap across the man's face.

*Boom!*

Tsunoda Koichi tumbled through the air for ten meters before hitting the ground. Half of his face was shattered, practically unrecognizable. Every one of his teeth had been knocked out.

"Wuu... wuu..." Tsunoda couldn't manage a single coherent word, his mouth foaming with blood and broken teeth.