Rebellion

Change always came without warning.

First, the impostor was exposed. Before anyone could react, Yamashita had already stopped wasting words and struck first, cleanly slicing the bastard's head off with a backhand slash.

Blood splattered five paces away!

All that could be said was that these Gokudō had been infected by Huai Shi too severely. Whenever a fight broke out, they went straight for the throat. If they could take a head, they would never bother with anything else.

Even after Yamashita kicked Nakanojo's head away like a ball, raised his blade, and roared, the attackers disguised as harmless allies still had not reacted.

Only the impostor who had lost his silicone mask after Crow's earlier blunder kicked open the car door in fury. "Kill these bastards!"

Yamashita instinctively reached beneath his ribs, wanting to shoot the bastard dead, but grabbed nothing. Only then did he remember that he had given his pistol to Takuma.

In his rage, he did not even bother with a gun. He simply hurled the tachi in his hand at that roaring face.

The cries of the Crow Tide echoed in his ears, leaving his mind dazed for an instant. But when he came back to himself, it felt as though endless strength had surged from within his body.

As the shadow beneath his feet trembled swiftly and spread a pair of savage wings like a crow's, the tachi he had thrown let out a thunderous howl as it tore through the air.

Iron light whistled as it spun toward him, plunging straight into his mouth and bursting out through the back of his neck.

Then, the vast Crow Tide circling overhead crashed down like a flood.

The people hidden in the dark alleys on both sides had barely stepped out when they saw countless