116: Do You Think You're Worthy?

Shuya replied modestly.

"Stop talking nonsense."

Takaita Daisuke said something, looking at the Four Heavenly Kings getting closer and closer behind him.

"Inoue, are you sure you can handle them? If so, on behalf of the police, I formally request your assistance."

"Yeah yeah!"

"Right!"

The other police officers nodded quickly.

Even if you're caught by a biker gang, you won't be killed, but you can expect to get beaten up.

Getting beaten up isn't the worst part; the real problem is how incredibly embarrassing it is!

A large group of adult police officers were killed by a group of teenagers; that's a result that's hard to laugh at.

As for why they didn't question Shuya's strength...

First, his ability to appear silently on the roof of the car proves his skill.

Secondly, Inoue Shuya had already proven himself to be a genius. A smart person wouldn't knowingly jump out into danger to commit suicide.

Thirdly, since the situation couldn't get any worse, who cares if it's true or false! Let's try anything, even if it's a long shot!

Anyway, he seems to know some kind of light-footed skill, so even if he loses, he can still run away!

So they agreed.

Shuya smiled happily when he heard them agree.

He was on the roof of the car, facing the headwind, watching the fastest of the Four Heavenly Kings.

He started talking to himself, and Takaita Daisuke and the others could hear him.

Section 129, Page 116: Do you deserve it?

"Actually, at first, I also thought these minors were difficult to deal with because there was nothing I could do about them."

Shuya placed his right hand on the hilt of First Snow's sword.

He crouched down, ready to draw his sword at any moment.

"But then I suddenly realized something."

"Yoooooooooo! Policemen, prepare to die!"

Among the Four Heavenly Kings, the strongest boy screamed and lifted the front of his motorcycle, sending it soaring high into the air and crashing into the police car.

In the strong wind, the motorcycle wheels rolled over Shuya.

Seeing that Shuya could stand on the roof of the car like that, the boy knew that he was no ordinary person, so he ran over him without any psychological pressure.

As the wheels rolled over him, an immense pressure rose from Shuya's body, roaring wildly across the street and asserting its presence.

The passage of time seemed so slow to Shuya, who was channeling his inner energy.

After saying what he wanted to say, he said, "I remember now, me too."

"---They're minors."

After saying that, he exerted all his strength and, with the gentlest touch, drew out the fastest and most ruthless knife.

Ice blue.

A streak of icy blue light suddenly appeared, quickly filling everyone's pupils.

That flash of light was so clear, so beautiful.

"Northland New Snow Thousand-Fold Style. Draw-Blade Slash. The Ice Trace..."

Shuya's murmurs were hidden within the glint of the blade.

The flow rate of time has returned to normal.

Shuya moved aside, and the huge motorcycle and the bewildered boy brushed past him.

The motorcycle's body first lit up with a blue line, and then it began to disintegrate in mid-air.

As the boy brushed past Shuya, he caught a glimpse of Shuya glancing at him sideways.

Smiles on different faces.

His eyes were ruthless and cold, like an abyss that devoured everything, like a god high above.

Ah, this guy, I definitely can't beat him.

Fear and an indescribable admiration arose in the boy's heart.

A martial artist's worship of the strong.

He looked at Shuya's long hair swaying behind him, the hair like dark clouds obscuring his entire vision.

"What a nice view..."

The boy murmured those two words and reached out his hand towards Shuya's back, as if trying to grab something.

But he caught nothing and was caught in the motorcycle explosion.

The police car was stopped by the explosion of a motorcycle that had fallen in front of it, forcing it to brake suddenly.

The Four Heavenly Kings, who had been chasing after them, were stunned to see the strongest boy being defeated so easily, and they braked abruptly.

As soon as they braked, the ordinary bikers behind them stopped as well, needless to say.

The street, which had been bustling with a noisy chase, fell into an eerie silence.

Only Shuya stood steadily on the roof of the car, the First Snow falling directly on the biker gang boys.

"Now, let me be your opponent."

Shuya and Shanshan politely asked, "May I ask?"

"---Who else?"

With his long sword pointed, no one dared to speak!

But the Four Heavenly Kings truly lived up to their reputation!

They turned the car around and left without a second thought!

"Run! He can use his ki!"

"Let's go!"

"!!"

"Brother, we will avenge you in the future!"

"Hey! Where do you think you're going, you thief!"

Shuya is truly a Buddha!

He chased after them and easily defeated the Four Heavenly Kings.

But the biker gang following behind had already run far away. Shuya snorted, gathered his energy, and pressed his aura forward, causing them to collectively overturn in terror.

What makes you think you can escape?

Shuya sheathed the First Snow, went up to the group of young people, looked around, picked out a few people, and placed them in the middle.

He smiled kindly and approached them.

"What do you want to do?"

"Don't come any closer! I'm calling the police!"

"Police! Police over there! Help! They're trying to kill me!"

Inoue, what are you trying to do?

Seeing that something was wrong, Daisuke and Takaita others stood cautiously at a distance.

Shuya did not answer them.

"Hey you guys, do you remember two weeks ago when you almost hit someone?"

Upon hearing this, the police officers' expressions changed.

Oh no, there's a personal grudge!

They're a pain in the ass. As law enforcement officers, what bothers them most is these martial artists seeking personal revenge.

But they were helpless and could only watch.

Upon hearing this, the boys exchanged bewildered glances.

What is he saying?

The boys' bewildered eyes perfectly conveyed this message.

"Yeah?"

"Is that so?"

Shuya silently lowered his head, his hair hanging down, obscuring his eyes.

But the aura of danger was like needles pricking them, and the boys clearly felt intense terror.

No, I'm going to die!...

They decisively asked the police for help:

"Help! We were wrong!"

We won't do it again!

"Save the children!"

"Inoue..."

The police officers couldn't bear it and tried to say a few words of advice.

Shuya turned a deaf ear.

He raised the First Snow sword, its scabbard pointed at a boy.

Shuya said expressionlessly, "I'm not going to spout any grand principles. Even if I think you're a bunch of trash, it shouldn't be my responsibility to educate you."

"Then, then you..."

Hope shone in the boys' eyes.

"But."

"Your mistake was angering me."

"I didn't want to deal with you trash in the first place, why are you forcing me?"

"I'm very busy."

Why are you dancing in front of me? Why?!

As Shuya became enraged, he slammed the scabbard down heavily.

A crisp sound of bones breaking.

"Ouch! It hurts! It hurts so much! My leg---!"

The boy hugged his leg and cried bitterly.

"Is this the bike that these legs are riding?"

Shuya said gently, "Come on, let me loosen your legs."

He struck again with the scabbard, breaking his other leg as well.

The boy cried and wailed, his face covered in a mess.