Chapter 261: Chapter 215: Great Chaos in Tokyo, Free Rein in the Metropolis (Part 1)

The wall shattered, showering concrete fragments everywhere. The rebar mesh within was deeply bent and caved in, with Ishikawa Yu’s entire body embedded in the wall.

Blood gushed from his mouth, his aura dim and faint. A violent, churning pain wracked his body, leaving him unable to muster a shred of strength.

Profound disbelief filled his eyes.

One palm strike! Just a single palm strike!

He had already ignored the damage to his body, unleashing every Secret Technique he had—short of the Forbidden Secret Technique—to push his power to its absolute limit.

’And yet, despite all that, I was still grievously wounded by a single palm strike from Yi Beidou?’

This wasn’t because Ishikawa Yu was too weak. As a veteran of the Saint Realm and a remnant of Japan’s Twelve Martial Saints—an existence who had survived from the Age of Chaos until now—there was no way he could be considered weak.

It was because Yi Beidou’s current state was simply too overwhelmingly powerful.

He was at the Demon Body Peak, enhanced by Tribulation Star Possession, and further boosted by the Sixth Layer of Reverse Chaos from the Celestial Demon Dissolution.

Under these circumstances, even an Ancient One like the young man in the hat had turned and fled without hesitation, unwilling to be entangled in such immense karma.

With Yi Beidou filled with such murderous intent, how could Ishikawa Yu possibly hope to resist?

"I..."

Ishikawa Yu stared at the tall figure shrouded in Blood-Colored Demon Flame. He tried to say something, but before he could get the words out, he saw the figure twist slightly.

POOM!!

The next instant, an oppressive force as if the heavens themselves were crashing down descended upon him. A vicious, blood-red glow blotted out his vision.

The terrifying roar of rushing wind grew louder in his ears as a colossal shadow loomed over him.

BOOM!!

The next moment, a terrifying explosion shook the rooftop structure violently. A cloud of dust from the obliterated wall obscured everything.

After the explosion...

WHOOSH!!

Before the smoke had even begun to clear, a blood-red figure shot out from the cloud of dust. It vanished from sight, rocketing into the distance.

WHIR! WHIR! WHIR!!

At the same time, a helicopter was rapidly approaching the rooftop.

"What’s the situation?! How is Mr. Ishikawa?!"

The helicopter crew had witnessed the scene from a distance, and their eyes were filled with shock and panic.

’They had only been late by a few moments. Surely the powerful Ishikawa Martial Saint couldn’t have been defeated and killed so easily, right?’

As the helicopter drew closer, the downdraft from its rotor blades blew away the dust blanketing the rooftop, revealing the true scene.

A large section of one wall of the rooftop structure was pulverized, and a person was embedded in the exposed network of rebar.

And now, that person was headless. Blood was still gushing like a fountain from the mangled stump of his neck.

His head hadn’t been severed. Instead, just like Tanaka Shoukichi, it had been blasted into smithereens by one of Yi Beidou’s palm strikes.

’The Ishikawa Martial Saint... was dead, just like that?!’

A bone-piercing chill ran through the helicopter crew members.

Meanwhile, Yi Beidou, having killed a remnant of Japan’s original Twelve Martial Saints in two strikes, was already moving at a terrifying speed. He climbed and leaped between the tightly packed skyscrapers, hurtling toward his next target.

He had to kill as many as he could before the backlash from the Sixth Layer of Reverse Chaos set in.

As for the rest, he was confident he could hunt them down even if they fled.

「Atop another skyscraper.」

WHIR! WHIR! WHIR!!

A helicopter hovered above the rooftop, its rotor kicking up a gale-force wind.

A rope ladder was being lowered. On the rooftop stood an old man in a Kendo Uniform.

This was Nakamura Masao, the Shindo Tenryu Sword Saint of Japan. He was one of the Twelve Martial Saints who had once invaded Donghua. He was also the teacher of Ooshima Junichi, the new-generation Saint from Japan who had previously fought Yi Beidou.

At this moment, a vein in his forehead throbbed wildly. He felt an unprecedented sense of terror rapidly closing in on him.

He knew with absolute certainty that the Demon Star was approaching at extreme speed. He could even pinpoint his location.

"How is this possible! That old devil Ishikawa didn’t even last thirty seconds?!"

Nakamura Masao was shaken. A moment ago, he had clearly sensed that Ishikawa Yu was the unlucky one Yi Beidou had targeted first. He had thought himself fortunate, believing he had escaped the danger.

But he never expected the young man to come after him so quickly. Worse, he could no longer sense Ishikawa Yu’s presence at all.

Ishikawa wasn’t skilled in any Stealth Technique, which left only one possibility: he was already dead, killed by the young man.

The realization was enough to make his blood run cold.

Fortunately, the helicopter had already arrived.

SWISH!!

He leaped into the air, grabbed the rope ladder, and with a powerful kick, vaulted instantly into the cabin.

"Climb! Maximum speed! And you, on the machine gun, start firing! See that streak of light? Open fire on it!"

Nakamura Masao ordered in a low voice.

"Yes, sir!"

The heavy machine gunner in the cabin responded immediately. He aimed the weapon at the rapidly approaching Yi Beidou and pulled the trigger.

RAT-TAT-TAT!

A continuous roar erupted as muzzle flashes spewed from the barrel.

Yi Beidou’s figure flickered. Even from a great distance, his speed was too fast for the gunner to track. Countless sparks erupted around him like twinkling stars, but not a single bullet found its mark.

However, while the heavy machine gun fire couldn’t harm him, it effectively hindered his advance, slowing his speed.