"Teach these two a good lesson."
Kikuchi Miura said, his face icy.
But the two Jashin Cult members beside him hesitated.
"Um, Lord Miura, Hidan and Simu are the God Children of our Jashin Cult, after all. Is it really all right to do this?"
Kikuchi Miura shot them a cold glance, his voice as frigid as melting snow.
"So you're planning to disobey my orders?"
At those words, the two cultists stiffened.
After all, although Simu and Hidan were terrifying, Kikuchi Miura had spent years building his influence within the Jashin Cult. He was just as terrifying.
Defying Hidan meant certain death. But if they offended Kikuchi Miura, he could make their lives worse than death!
At least, that was how they saw it.
Faced with this threat, the two cultists could only grit their teeth and turn to Hidan and Simu. "Forgive us, Lord God Children."
Hidan licked his increasingly crimson lips, a hint of excitement in his voice.
He didn't care whether these men were being forced to do this. If he weren't worried Simu would object, he'd have wanted to wipe out the entire Jashin Cult long ago.
In Hidan's eyes, these Jashin Cult members weren't true believers in Lord Jashin—or their faith in Lord Jashin wasn't sincere enough!
Otherwise, why hadn't Lord Jashin blessed them?
And as Lord Jashin's representative in the Shinobi World, Hidan had a duty and responsibility to kill every last one of these insincere fools!
"Let's go!"
The two cultists encouraged each other, then drew their long swords and charged.
"Here they come, here they come!"
The more they attacked, the more excited Hidan became.
He pulled a black spear from beneath his trench coat and prepared to meet them.
"Careful. He has an Immortal Body. Don't trade blows with him. We have to find a way to restrain him!"
The two cultists discussed how to deal with Hidan.
That was the downside of having your secrets exposed.
An ordinary person would probably have charged straight at Hidan.
But everyone in the Jashin Cult knew that ordinary attacks were useless against him. The only way to make him stop was to restrain him.
Or, like Simu, cut off his head!
With that in mind, they wisely chose to wear him down from a distance.
Five or six Shuriken shot out from beneath their black robes, meant to distract Hidan.
Without hesitation, Hidan unleashed a terrifying burst of strength from his legs, propelling himself toward his enemies at high speed.
As for the attacks in front of him, they were nothing to someone with an Immortal Body!
Sure enough, the Shuriken sliced through Hidan's trench coat and carved deep wounds into his flesh.
But Hidan's speed didn't slow in the slightest!
The pain in his body even made him more excited and gave him more strength!
"Attacks like these don't even hurt!"
He roared and suddenly leaped high into the air.
Three months of Simu's training had completely transformed Hidan.
He erupted with incredible speed. A shadow descended from above, enveloping the two cultists as his sharp black spear pointed straight at their hearts!
The two cultists immediately dodged, their hearts pounding.
"What speed!"
"When did this guy get so much stronger?"
Back at the Jashin Cult headquarters, whenever they saw Hidan, Simu would usually cut him down with a single slash. They'd come to think Hidan was nothing but a lucky fool who survived on the strength of his Immortal Body.
They hadn't expected his Taijutsu to be so formidable.
Kikuchi Miura was just as surprised.
Although he was often away, he knew the state of the headquarters and the abilities of the two God Children.
In his eyes, Hidan was just a useless fool who relied on his Immortal Body to do whatever he wanted. The two cultists could easily keep Hidan occupied; his real opponent was only Simu, who was holding back.
He hadn't expected Hidan's strength to be so far beyond what he'd anticipated.
If Simu and Hidan attacked together, things could become quite difficult.
With that thought, Kikuchi Miura looked toward Simu.
The latter seemed to sense his gaze. He raised his head, pushed up his glasses, and smiled faintly.
"Damn it, does he really have to put on that calm and collected act at a time like this?"
Kikuchi Miura was thoroughly annoyed, but the battle was completely one-sided.
Hidan's first attack failed, and he charged at the two men again.
His fighting style was simple: he didn't care about his life!
He completely abandoned defense, leaving every weakness open to attack. All he had to do was keep swinging his spear and try to wound his enemies.
"If this keeps up, we don't stand a chance!"
Under Hidan's rabid fighting style, the two cultists could barely keep their footing.
At last, while they were speaking, Hidan lunged right in front of them.
"Ke ke ke! Die!"
His tremendous thrust crashed down, scraping against the sword raised to block it and sending sparks flying.
Hidan threw his whole body into the attack. His spear was deflected, but the force still sent one of the cultists stumbling.
Hidan seized the opening and struck again, aiming straight for the man's heart.
Seeing this, the other cultist could only swing his sword with all his strength, bringing it down hard on Hidan's back.
Blood poured out in an instant!
A wound that would have been fatal to an ordinary person posed no threat to Hidan. His face twisted with madness as he raised both hands and drove his spear down, taking one cultist's life in a single blow.
Amid the blood, he turned to the other cultist and flashed him a demonic grin.
The horrifying sight made the cultist stumble backward.
In that instant, Hidan was already in front of him. He reached out and wrapped both arms around the man.
"Damn it!"
By the time the cultist realized what was happening, Hidan had him locked in a tight embrace.
His face turned deathly pale. Hidan leaned close and murmured, "Come enjoy death with me!"
"You bastard, what are you trying to do? Let go of me!"
His eyes wide with terror, he struggled desperately, but it was no use.
Hidan let out a crazed, hoarse laugh. Then he raised his spear with both hands and drove it fiercely through his own back!
The sharp, powerful spear pierced both bodies, pinning Hidan and the cultist together!
Two blood flowers bloomed at once.
The cultist's head lolled to one side. He was dead.
Hidan threw his head back and let out a roar of exhilaration.
The sight made the people hiding in the shadows and peeking out feel their scalps tingle and their bodies turn cold!
After indulging himself for a moment, Hidan pulled out the spear that had skewered them both and said with disgust, "These guys don't even deserve to be sacrificed to Lord Jashin."
Crimson blood streaked Hidan's fair face like a blood-red lotus blooming in the snow, giving him an eerie beauty.
Hidan raised his spear and pointed it at Kikuchi Miura. "You're next."
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