Chaos—ever-growing chaos. Worm members poured in through every entrance around the venue, forcing the fighters to step forward and block them, protecting the important figures inside.
"Damn it, what the hell is going on? How did these people get onto the island?"
The Tiger, Wakatsuki Takeshi, frowned. He had already driven back several Worm members, but the Worm forces attacking the venue seemed endless.
"This is bad. They're all armed."
The Thai God of War spoke as he fought, back-to-back with the Tiger against their enemies.
Although the Worm members were all armed, the fighters were no pushovers either. Working together, they could barely hold the various entrances to the venue.
Yet an unsettling feeling lingered. Those paying attention noticed that the Worm's attacking force was not particularly strong. None of them were on the level of those who had initially been killed at lightning speed by Lu Li, the Fang of Metsudo.
It felt as though the Worm had merely deployed a group of fodder troops to trap everyone inside the venue.
Inside the VIP room, Katahara Metsudo frowned deeply. "I'm afraid the Worm's target isn't the guests inside the venue. They only want to tie down the fighters, so they can eliminate their true target outside."
There was a trace of concern in his eyes. Hui-Li-Yang, don't die.
Boom—
In the corridor outside the arena, a figure was sent flying and embedded in the wall. It was the Demon-Child Crier of the Wu Clan.
The figure standing in the middle of the corridor, surrounded by attackers, remained remarkably calm. His short golden hair was slicked back, sunglasses covered his face, and an unlit cigar hung from his mouth.
Facing the siege of Japan's most terrifying assassin clan, the man wore a disdainful smile. He even leisurely lit