Those Japanese are courting death!

"Humph, do not fear him. He is merely putting on a bold front."

"Cripple this pretty boy, and hurry up and take these two women back."

"The young master has already given the order. Later, he will have you crawl by the bedside and watch with your own eyes as we toy with your woman!"

"Remember that virtuous young married woman we encountered before? She kept screaming on the bed while her husband could only crawl at the side and wail. Just thinking about that feeling makes one thrilled and excited!"

The two Japanese martial arts experts wore perverted expressions, their eyes lost in some kind of pleasurable recollection.

Believing with absolute certainty that Chu Tian was a dead man, they felt not the slightest bit of apprehension toward his presence. Even right in front of him, they continued to discuss their various perverted ways of playing with their victims, while simultaneously fantasizing in their minds about all the different ways they would ravage Zhao Linger and Zhang Lan.

"Such scum!"

Hearing this, Zhao Linger instantly felt a chill of disgust.

Originally, she had intended to persuade Chu Tian to spare their lives, but now it seemed these Japanese men truly deserved to die.

Without hesitation, Chu Tian took a proactive step forward, his gaze sweeping across the three Japanese men one by one.

Even facing three against one, he remained utterly fearless.

"Attack!"

Yamamoto Kazuki did not dare to be careless; he waved his hand directly.

In the next second, the two Japanese experts dissolved into a pair of lingering afterimages, charging straight toward Chu Tian.

Although they had belittled Chu Tian in their words, the fact that he had been able to detect their tracking was enough to prove that his martial arts skills were extraordinary.

Naturally, the two of them would not underestimate their enemy. Instead, they unleashed their fastest speed and joined forces to launch an attack against Chu Tian.

"Take my fist!"

One of the Japanese experts raised his fist and threw a punch straight at Chu Tian, aiming squarely for his face.

However, Chu Tian flickered aside with effortless grace, easily dodging the blow and even moving directly to the Japanese expert's flank.

Instantly, the expression of the Japanese expert shifted dramatically.

He prepared to withdraw and retreat, attempting to first put some distance between himself and Chu Tian.

Yet, Chu Tian gave him no such opportunity.

channeling his inner strength, he threw a punch aimed straight at the Japanese expert's chest.

Boom!

This punch was as swift as a rolling thunderclap!

Chu Tian's fist struck the Japanese expert square in the chest, sending him flying backward like a kite with a snapped string, before he crashed heavily onto the ground.

Seeing this, Yamamoto Kazuki's pupils constricted.

He discovered that the corner of his subordinate's mouth was brimming with fresh blood, and the ribs across his chest were completely caved inward—he had been killed by Chu Tian with a single punch.

The remaining Japanese expert felt a sudden chill of terror, but since Chu Tian currently had his back turned to him, this was a golden opportunity to strike!

Hesitating no longer, he drove a vicious punch toward Chu Tian's spine.

Chu Tian tilted his head, sensing a sharp gale whistling in from behind.

He immediately spun around, fixing his gaze directly on the Japanese expert.

However, the fist had already landed heavily against Chu Tian's chest; miraculously, he had made no move to evade the blow.

Bang!

The Japanese expert's punch struck Chu Tian's chest, instantly triggering a violent shockwave of vital energy.

In an instant, both women heard a dull, heavy impact.

Crack!

Immediately afterward, a crisp sound of fracturing bone rang out.

Chu Tian remained standing firmly in place, unwavering like an unshakeable mountain.

In contrast, the Japanese expert's fist violently warped off angle; his entire arm snapped instantly, twisting into a grotesquely contorted shape.

"Ah... my arm!"

The next second, the Japanese expert turned deathly pale, unable to suppress a scream of agonizing pain.

A faint chuckle escaped Chu Tian's lips.

How formidable was his protective true Qi? How could he possibly be injured by mere Japanese fellows?

Even if he stood completely motionless without dodging or evading, letting these two Japanese experts rain blows upon him to their hearts' content, they could never hope to scratch him even a fraction, even if they broke their own fists in the attempt.

At that moment, clutching his shattered arm, the Japanese expert stumbled backward step by step.

Yet how could Chu Tian possibly let him go?

With a single step forward, Chu Tian instantly closed the distance on the retreating Japanese expert, delivering another blow straight toward the man's head.

Bang!

Using just a single punch, Chu Tian obliterated the Japanese expert's head.

The Japanese man's skull exploded like a shattered watermelon, fresh blood instantly splattering across the ground in a scene of extreme, gruesome carnage.

A headless corpse collapsed directly at the feet of the two women.

"Mur—murder!"

Zhang Lan had lost all color in her face, her lips trembling violently.

This was her very first time witnessing such a bloody spectacle, and her stomach churned relentlessly with nausea.

Zhao Linger felt a similar wave of discomfort, but knowing that these men thoroughly deserved execution, she managed to maintain her composure.

As Zhang Lan steadied her breathing, she cast her gaze toward Zhao Linger once again.

Zhao Linger's expression had already returned to normal, as if she had long since grown accustomed to such sights.

Suddenly, realization dawned on Zhang Lan: Chu Tian was undoubtedly far from an ordinary mortal, and Zhao Linger was fully aware of this fact.

The only person left completely in the dark was she, Zhang Lan herself.

A shudder wracked her body as she recalled how Chu Tian had looked at her with displeasure just moments earlier—would he silence her by killing her now?

"You are a Grandmaster?"

Yamamoto Kazuki wore a look of utter shock. The two Japanese martial artists he had brought with them were both peak experts of internal energy, yet all of them had perished at Chu Tian's hands.

Furthermore, neither of them had managed to endure even a single round against Chu Tian!

Yet, in truth, he had still underestimated Chu Tian's strength; how could Chu Tian possibly be as simple as a mere realm-transforming grandmaster?

"Make your move. Since you are the only one left, I will grant you the chance to strike!"

Chu Tian chuckled softly, sensing the aura radiating from Yamamoto Kazuki.

Yamamoto Kazuki's vital energy was robust, at least a full tier stronger than that of the two deceased Japanese experts.

Hearing this, Yamamoto Kazuki's expression flickered slightly.

He could not decipher the truth behind Chu Tian's words, nor could he fathom the source of such absolute confidence.

If they were to engage in a genuine, direct duel, Yamamoto Kazuki was well aware he would be no match for Chu Tian.

However, the fact that Chu Tian was standing idly in place, allowing Yamamoto Kazuki to attack freely, seemed excessively arrogant.

Instantly, the aura of a realm-transforming grandmaster erupted from Yamamoto Kazuki's body.

Compared to the two fallen Japanese experts, Yamamoto Kazuki possessed vastly superior strength.

Seeing that Chu Tian truly had no intention of striking first, Yamamoto Kazuki felt deeply insulted. Enraged, he began silently channeling his internal energy, hoarding every ounce of his power to unleash his absolute, ultimate strike.

He recognized that given Chu Tian's profound confidence, a direct frontal engagement would spell certain defeat; only by channeling his most devastating blow could he possibly turn the tables and snatch victory from the jaws of defeat.

Seconds ticked away, and the surrounding space seemed to freeze entirely.

Though it felt agonizingly prolonged, only a few brief moments had actually passed.

"Void-Breaking Slash!"

Yamamoto Kazuki suddenly leaped forward, his entire body instantly transforming into a blurred afterimage as he lunged straight toward Chu Tian.

He raised his palm, bringing it down in a vicious karate chop aimed squarely at Chu Tian's face.

Yet Chu Tian remained steadfastly unmoving, facing Yamamoto Kazuki's assault head-on.

Only when the hand-blade was mere inches from falling did Chu Tian casually tilt his head to the side.

Bang!

In an instant, the hand-blade cleaved heavily against Chu Tian's shoulder, unleashing a massive wave of dense, concentrated force.

Yet Chu Tian remained firmly rooted to the spot, completely unaffected, as if nothing had happened at all.

Conversely, a sharp pain shot through Yamamoto Kazuki's palm bones, as though he had struck a solid slab of granite with maximum force. Staring at Chu Tian, his eyes widened in sheer, unadulterated horror...