Chapter 372
Chapter 372
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 372
Chapter Title: 372. Fighting Dog
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I pulled the car to a stop on the outskirts of Tokyo and got out.
I looked around.
Six thousand yakuza from the Tenmei-kai had me surrounded. Every one of them was armed with swords, pistols, hammers, hand axes, and the like.
Their eyes burned with murderous intent, all of it focused solely on me.
I gripped a single sword in my hand and sneered at them. But my hand trembled faintly. Even for me, facing thousands was enough to make anyone tense.
"More than I expected."
The thousands of yakuza gathered here weren't due to some trap—it was my scheme using Shin O-gang. I'd blackmailed him into assembling as many of them as possible in this spot.
I looked up. Cameras from inside buildings and rooftops were filming us. With six thousand yakuza gathered, the media couldn't ignore it. Whether they'd actually air the footage was another story.
Behind the yakuza, armed police watched tensely, still trying to figure out what was going on.
They couldn't even imagine that thousands of yakuza had assembled just to kill one man.
'Tenmei-kai is one of Japan's top yakuza groups... They must have deep ties to the government.'
Normally, this wouldn't happen. Even if yakuza operated openly in Japan, this was on another level. It would ruin their reputation.
But Tenmei-kai had no choice but to accept my demands.
"You bastard! You actually showed up! Where's Akiko?!"
An elderly yakuza wielding a katana shouted. He was the boss of Tenmei-kai.
Akiko.
The boss's beloved daughter and Shin O-gang's mother. Shin O-gang alone wasn't enough to mobilize the yakuza, so I'd kidnapped her too.
"Akiko? Right here."
I opened the trunk.
Akiko lay inside, naked, gagged, with her arms and legs bound. She was a refined beauty of the demure type. Though older, she'd kept up with her looks, appearing only in her mid-thirties.
"Mmph! Mmmph!"
I grabbed her by the nape and pulled her out. Her fist-sized breasts ended in stiff, dark brown nipples, and her groin was shrouded in thick pubic hair.
The yakuza's killing intent grew even fiercer as they glared at me. I removed the gag and ropes.
"F-Father...!"
Akiko wailed. Freed from her bonds, she still couldn't escape me. My sword was at her throat.
"You scum!! Send Akiko over here! I've brought the organization members as you demanded! Let her go, and I'll let you live! I swear we won't touch you after this!!"
He'd let me go for now, with all these eyes watching—he had to save face. But behind my back, he'd try every trick to kill me.
'Probably snipers on the rooftops... Oh, there they are.'
I dragged Akiko onto the car's hood.
"Kyaaah!"
Thud!
Her upper body sprawled on the hood, ass thrust toward me. I promptly dropped my pants, as if I'd been waiting.
"You bastaaard!!"
The Tenmei-kai boss roared in fury. He'd figured out what I was about to do.
The yakuza moved to act. I pressed my blade to Akiko's throat and shouted.
"Don't move! Anyone who budges, and I'll cut her head off!"
The yakuza froze. They glanced at the boss. He was weeping blood, glaring until a vein burst.
I ignored him and got to work. I stripped off my underwear, bringing my rock-hard cock to Akiko's pussy. Age had discolored it, and the thick hair made it look unclean.
"S-Stop... Please stop... I beg you..."
"With this many spectators, how could I?"
I shoved my cock inside her pussy.
"Ah... Aaaaaah!"
Akiko screamed. I scanned the crowd while listening, thousands thirsting for my death. Their killing intent made my skin prickle.
Imagining what came next made my cock throb harder.
"Aaaah! Ah... Aaah!"
I thrust a few times, then stopped and said to her.
"Ten minutes. Make me cum in ten. Fail, and I'll kill you like I did your guards—arms attached, writhing like a bug. You don't want that, right?"
"Ah... Hic..."
Tears streamed down Akiko's face as she trembled in fear.
My threat worked. She clenched her sphincter desperately, trying to squeeze tighter.
The effect was minor, but there.
Seven minutes.
That's how long it took to creampie her. Normally it'd take twice as long, but the situation aroused me.
"......"
Akiko slumped limply on the hood. White semen dripped from her pussy.
True to my word, I didn't kill her after pulling up my pants.
I turned toward the Tenmei-kai boss.
'In reality, people often speculate how many civilians a hunter can take on at max.'
Assuming both use cold weapons, and the hunter relies solely on physical prowess, no abilities.
It's controversial. Hunters vary in combat skill, plus other variables.
'Rough estimates: F-rank handles at least 10 normals at once.'
E-rank: 30 minimum. D-rank: 80. C-rank: 300. The jump at C is because they use mana.
Of course, purely theoretical.
'Time to test my limit against normals.'
I walked toward the yakuza.
Provocation? Overkill. They couldn't back down now.
"Kill him!!!"
The boss shouted.
"Raaah!!"
Thousands charged. My body trembled with tension. I might die here. Probably would. But retreat? Not a chance.
I took a deep breath and charged.
"Aaaah!"
"Kill him!"
"Where's that bastard?!"
"He insulted Tenmei-kai! Kill him!"
"Show him our power!"
Shouts overlapped. I cut down the oncoming yakuza indiscriminately. Swinging my Hwayeon Blade nonstop.
'Manageable. They're berserk, just charging blindly. Snipers holding fire on orders.'
Pistol wielders hesitated—only allies around.
"I'll smash your skull!"
I slashed a hand-axe guy, severing neck and head. Blood spray hyped them more.
I swung wildly in Acceleration mode.
No Brain Lightning or Sword Aura—too mana-intensive. These were normals; no need for big attacks.
Key was stamina distribution. I funneled mana into muscle endurance.
"Aaaaaah!"
I yelled, spinning with sword out. Nearby yakuza slashed and fell. Covered in blood.
'How many down?'
No clue. No time to count.
Yuria said think per swing, but no room against endless waves.
My mind detached with each strike.
"...!!!"
Too late when I snapped back. Limbs frozen. Mana depleted.
Stab.
A blade pierced my gut. Hammer bashed shoulder, axe in thigh, katana at throat.
I mustered every ounce, slashing surrounding yakuza.
'Complete Recovery!'
Fatigued mind cleared, fatal wounds healed. Stamina refreshed like after sleep, mana full.
"Alright. Round two!"
I reversed my grip. Time to up the speed.
Nearby yakuza flinched. Killing intent gone. Faces full of fear.
"M-Monster...!"
"Demon! It's a demon!"
"How do you kill something that won't stay dead...!"
My revival shocked them.
But I didn't care. Battle frenzy would reclaim them soon.
"If you won't come, I will."
But the fight ended.
Police sirens wailed as they moved in to arrest yakuza. Nearby ones bolted in panic.
Took no time for thousands to scatter.
'Where's the boss... Oh, right. Killed him mid-fight.'
Bang!
Sniper fired. Bullet whizzed past my head.
I grimaced, pulling a prepped Teleport Scroll from inventory and tore it.
???
The yakuza brawl was impulsive after catching Shin O-gang—not the original plan.
What I really aimed for wasn't the fight.
JNK.
Japan's top-rated terrestrial broadcaster.
I was inside the building. News was breaking on the yakuza gathering. No mention yet of my ~800 kills.
Quick shower in the bathroom, changed clothes, headed to the studio.
Bumped into staff.
"W-Who are you?!"
"Is that a gun...?!"
Bang! Bang!
Killed them on sight. Men without hesitation, women only if not beauties by my standards.
Finally, the studio. Male and female anchors talking.
"Hey! Who are you?!"
"Hey! Ignoring us?! Get out before we call security!"
"Dammit, where's security? Drag this guy out!"
I ignored the crew, strode in. Live broadcast, given the chaos.
"I don't know who you are, but get out of the studio now! We're on air!"
The male anchor said. Good diction.
"Don't order me around, you male bitch."
Bang!
Bullet to his forehead.
"Kyaaaaah!"
Female anchor screamed. I reloaded and gunned down the crew without a care. Dropped the gun, approached her.
I chose this station for her. Ayako. Even modeled swimsuits.
"Come here. Gonna show you Japanese what real sex is. Heh heh."
I grabbed the fleeing Ayako and started stripping her before the camera.
No full control yet, so they could cut feed. Used Hacking.
Tweaked settings— at least 30 minutes before they cut. Longer if staff incompetent.
"Red lingerie... Bold choice."