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Ch. 57 Half-Step Collapsing Fist
🕑 Added 2023-10-06 16:01:01 +0000 UTCAlthough there were many Hand ninjas in the building, dealing with them was not a hassle at all.
Russell didn't even need to use the power of the Symbiote. With just Bullet Curving and a bit of his enhanced strength, he could easily take care of these crazy ninjas wielding cold weapons.
At this moment, he held a modified Glock 34 in one hand and a samurai sword he picked up in the other, descending floor by floor.
Despite his somewhat arrogant attitude, the Hand ninjas trying to stop him had no way to deal with him.
The difference in strength was too vast!
His unreasonable Bullet Curving was already difficult to evade.
Even if they managed to dodge it, they would be sliced apart when they got close.
From the top floor to the 22nd floor, Russell progressed effortlessly without encountering any trouble.
However, when he reached the 22nd floor, he finally came to a halt.
Not because he was tired!
It was because he saw his targets for tonight.
Two of them!
Murakami wearing a white kimono and Alexandra in a white suit appeared in his sight.
Around them were over twenty Hand ninjas dressed in various colored ninja suits.
Although Bakuto wasn't present to allow him to complete the task all at once, encountering both Murakami and Alexandra simultaneously was satisfying enough for him.
He was well aware of his luck and knew he wasn't just relying on chance.
He had even prepared to take down the Hand Five Fingers on his own.
Murakami and Alexandra didn't waste time on pleasantries.
Upon seeing him on the 22nd floor, they immediately ordered the ninjas around them to attack without hesitation.
'Do you underestimate me that much?'
While it was a common practice to send subordinates to test an enemy's strength, it was clear that him reaching this far unscathed was enough to make a statement.
Given the situation, Murakami and Alexandra still chose to send their Hand ninjas to the frontlines. This decision reflected a certain level of disdain for him.
As the swarm of Hand ninjas rushed towards him, Russell let out a helpless sigh.
When these ninjas charged at him, he discarded the samurai sword in his left hand and stored the Glock 34 in his right hand back into his system space. In the next moment, the large and heavy Gatling machine gun appeared in his hand.
The blazing blue fire Gatling gun made a reappearance!
Without hesitation, he decisively pulled the trigger.
Dak dak dak dak dak dak dak dak dak...
The continuous sound of gunfire and unique blue flames emerged simultaneously.
A storm of bullets raced toward the Hand ninjas at high speed.
Times had changed!
While sticking to traditions was a good thing, adapting to the times was equally important!
Stagnant traditions would be left behind by the era!
Russell wasn't Daredevil, and he had no intention of engaging in hand-to-hand combat with the Hand ninjas.
He was more than willing to use firearms to take down grunts that could be dealt with using ranged weapons.
Murakami and Alexandra hadn't anticipated that Russell would magically produce a blazing blue Gatling.
When they had intercepted him, their intelligence had indicated that he only had a handgun. They had indeed seen the handgun, but they had also seen the Gatling that seemed to appear out of thin air, emitting those blue flames.
The moment the gunshots rang out, Murakami and Alexandra decisively retreated to the neighboring corridor, avoiding the Gatling's spray of bullets.
However, luck wasn't as kind to the Hand ninjas they had sent out.
In a matter of seconds, the swarm of charging Hand ninjas had been turned into sieves by the Gatling, disintegrating into ashes and leaving behind a floor covered in cold weapons.
After all the Hand ninjas had turned to ashes, Russell stored the Gatling that had just ceased spinning back into his system space and loudly shouted toward the adjacent corridor where Murakami and Alexandra were hiding, "Come out, I know you haven't left."
Without bothering about the discarded cold weapons covering the ground, Russell walked directly towards Murakami and Alexandra.
It seemed that upon realizing he no longer had the Gatling, Murakami and Alexandra finally emerged from the adjacent corridor.
"Traveler, we should have never offended you before. Are you really going to make us your enemies?" Murakami, holding a seemingly expensive samurai sword, spoke with a cold tone.
"Enough already. Since you know I'm Traveler, why bother with such pointless questions?"
"Somebody's willing to pay quite a sum for your lives, very generous!"
Russell observed Murakami and Alexandra, slowly stating.
On the surface, neither Murakami nor Alexandra appeared to be highly powerful individuals.
However, if that's what one thought, they would be completely mistaken.
Escaping from K'un-lun and remaining free from K'un-lun's grasp until now demonstrated a significant point.
Russell didn't know if Murakami and Alexandra had received K'un-lun's graduation certificate.
However, one thing he could confirm was that if they were truly as easy to deal with as they seemed, the Daredevil and his team would have already taken care of them. Kingpin wouldn't have gone to the trouble of asking him to intervene.
For Hand to have gained such a reputation in the underground world, it was due not only to their group of fearless, crazed ninjas but also the strength of the Hand Five Fingers themselves.
Without their ability to handle those challenging enemies, the Hand would be nothing more than an assassin's group that could bully ordinary people.
"You plan to keep staring at me like this? Did K'un-Lun not teach you how to kill with your gaze?"
Having approached Murakami and Alexandra by around five to six meters, Russell stopped and addressed them.
Upon hearing him mention K'un-Lun, Murakami and Alexandra's expressions changed instantly.
How was that possible?
How did he know?
Murakami and Alexandra exchanged a swift glance.
They couldn't let him leave here alive, absolutely not!
Under Russell's gaze, Murakami slowly unsheathed the samurai sword gleaming with a chilling light.
The moment the sword left its sheath, he didn't hesitate. With explosive speed, he shot towards Russell, his samurai sword poised to strike.
Murakami's speed was incredibly fast, to the extent that a normal person wouldn't be able to react in time.
However, unfortunately for him, Russell was no ordinary person.
Just as the razor-sharp samurai sword was about to strike him, Russell finally made his move.
He merged his waist and step into one, taking a half-step forward, then his right hand flashed out like lightning, aimed at Murakami's chest.
Form-Intent, Half-Step Collapsing Fist!
Bang!
A muffled thud resonated, resembling the beat of a war drum.
Russell was faster in striking, and his right fist landed on Murakami's chest first, sending him flying backward.
