these infantrymen stood a man with sinister eyes. His face was grim, and his entire body radiated an aura of cruelty and bloodlust.He is the very Wolf's Fang, the leader of the entire Wolf's Fang Alli...Chapter 337: One Step, One Kill (1/2)

While Ye Junlang was slightly delayed by Qing Shanmu, those Shinto swordsmen had already launched another assault. Gleaming blades flashed from all angles, either slashing or stabbing at Ye Junlang.

With the sharpness of a blade from the East, if it were to strike and hit you, it would be extremely deadly.

However, this seemingly fierce offensive appeared full of loopholes in Ye Junlang's eyes, not worth fearing at all.

A flash of ruthlessness crossed his eyes, and Ye Junlang's own murderous aura spread completely. His figure flashed rapidly, dodging the assassination from the side, and at the same time, the saber in his hand slashed forward.

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Whoosh!

Ye Junlang moved, his whole body surging forward. The military knife in his hand rose with a slash, instantly cutting across the throat of a Japanese samurai. A burst of fresh blood immediately gushed out.

The military knife's blade still possessed its full power. It was drawn back and thrust forward, piercing the heart of a Japanese samurai on the right side.

Ye Junlang drew out his military saber and with a flash to the right, a shining blade slashed down from his side, but it was an empty swing.

Ye Junlang's body turned, and with a twist of his waist, his left elbow swept out.

Bang!

This elbow strike landed squarely on the neck of the attacking Japanese samurai. His neck was broken instantly, and his entire body went limp as he fell to the ground, dead.

At the same moment, Ye Junlang's military saber in his hand swung forward fiercely. With a clang, he blocked a saber that was slashing towards him head-on.

Ye Junlang's own immense power surged along his blade, instantly sending it flying from the hand of the samurai. The samurai was still in shock when a heavy punch slammed into his face.

For a moment, blood splattered everywhere. This Eastern samurai's face was blown to pieces, and his body lay straight on the ground.

Whoosh!

Ye Junlang's figure flashed again, his military saber stabbing forward, piercing the throat of another oriental samurai in one strike.

He made no pause, and charged forward again.

In the blink of an eye, more than ten oriental samurai who had rushed to encircle him were already cut down, their bodies falling to the ground. A pool of bright red blood flowed everywhere, a truly horrifying sight.

Ye Junlang fought his way through, unstoppable along the way. Every step he took claimed a life, leaving him covered in blood, an unyielding force!

That iron-blooded, murderous aura permeated the air, like a Satan who commanded life and death, holding his life and death in his palm.

Scoff!

Just then, suddenly, a sharp and menacing sword glow appeared out of thin air. It flashed in the void, aiming at Ye Junlang's right side with an extremely cunning and strange angle.

This sword strike is too fast, and the angle it comes from is extremely cunning and ruthless, making it impossible to guard against. Once struck by such a cunning sword, one would surely die instantly!

Ye Junlang was fighting against three Eastern warriors who were encircling him from the left. This cunning sword strike came from the right, precisely calculating that Ye Junlang had no time to spare and couldn't guard against this attack.

A cold light flashed in Ye Junlang's eyes. He knew that Sato Tsuda had made his move. The other party had been waiting for a long time and finally found this opportunity to start assassinating him.

In fact, the one who made this killing strike was Sato Tsuda.

He had not joined the fight before, even watching the green hills and seeing one by one of the Oriental samurai being slaughtered, he was indifferent.

He was always waiting, waiting for an opportunity to strike.

Chapter 337: One Step, One Life (2/2)

The opportunity to deliver a fatal blow.

When he saw Ye Junlang facing off against three oriental warriors on the left, he thought this was his chance. There was an opening on Ye Junlang's right, and for him, it meant a vulnerability!

Sato Tsuda hesitated for no moment. His left hand gripped his sword, flashing with speed, then he poured all his might into a single thrust aimed straight at Ye Junlang's right flank!

Sato Tsuda's calculations and strategies were not wrong. What went wrong was that he severely underestimated Ye Junlang's strength.

When Sato Tsuda launched the surprise attack, Ye Junlang had already noticed.

A sneer crept across his lips, a murderous glint flashing in Ye Junlang's eyes. Limitless rage surged within him, gathering in his right arm and pouring into the Mad Dog Tactical Assault Knife he held.

Bah!

Ye Junlang suddenly brandished his military saber, slashing from left to right, creating a semicircular arc of blade.

The three Eastern samurai on the left had just swung their swords, their blades flashing with deadly intent as they attacked. The force of their onslaught was like a bolt of lightning across the sky. This powerful blow forced back the three attacking swords.

The sharpness remains undiminished, following a semi-circular arc and reaching the right side.

Just then, Sato Tsuda's sword arrived, the blade flashing out and striking the other's weapon with a sharp clang.

Ding!

In that instant, Sato Tsuda only felt a jolt like being struck by lightning. A terrifying force traveled along the blade, numbing his tiger's mouth and causing his forward angle to shift. This attack, of course, also missed its mark.

Sato Tsudo immediately retreated backward, his eyes full of shock.

In their recent clash, he clearly realized the gap in skill between him and Ye Junlang. The difference in strength alone was insurmountable.

He launched a full-force attack with his signature move, but Ye Junlang effortlessly parried it, leaving him both astonished and furious.

Ye Junlang's figure bent, and he charged towards the three Oriental samurai.

Here we go!

Ye Junlang's military saber in his hand successively parried and killed the Oriental samurai who rushed forward. Then, he leaned in, and with a flick of his right arm, streaks of cold light filled the air with murderous intent.

A cold flash of light shot past, like a devil from hell come to claim lives. Where it passed, blood splattered, and one Oriental warrior after another fell to the ground.

"Charge! All of you, charge!"

Upon seeing this, Sato Tsuda was startled and cried out in alarm.

Finally, even Honda Kazuo and Miyako, the two injured assailants, surged forward, pouring all their strength into unleashing their most ferocious attacks as they together targeted Ye Junlang.

Ye Junlang remained unmoved, his face as still as a lake, devoid of any expression. He employed the most ruthless and decisive killing method, honed through countless battles on the battlefield - a technique that guaranteed a kill with every strike.

There are no fancy or complex moves, often a single attack appears extremely simple. Simple but brutal, effective and deadly.

Hmph! Hmph!

Crimson blood splattered everywhere, Ye Junlang took a step and killed one person. Alone, he was covered in blood, unstoppable like a tide, corpses lay at his feet, crimson blood flowed on the ground, spreading a thick and pungent smell of blood.

Thump!

Finally, the last oriental warrior in the arena was also killed. Looking at the entire field, except for Sato Tsuneda, there was no one left alive, all of them were killed instantly!

Ye Junlang raised his eyes and cast a cold glance at Sato Tsuneda, saying ——

Now it's your turn!

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