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He slowly sheathed his sword.

And then, Asuramaru's question echoed in her mind.

"Shouldn't we kill him?"

When asked this question, Satoru Suzuki calmly replied, "He is human, and the law will punish him."

Upon hearing this, Asuramaru suddenly laughed and said, "Compared to going to prison, I feel he might prefer you to kill him here."

This time, Satoru Suzuki really couldn't refute it.

After Golden Ball regained his sight, he looked at the Clown who had fallen to the ground with a look of utter shock on his face, but he quickly came to terms with it.

However, he didn't dare to put on airs like a senior.

Miss Natalie, inside the villa, also breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing the scene before her.

She knew she had made the right bet!

Satoru Suzuki turned to look at the shocked Golden Ball behind him and asked curiously, "Senpai, all we have to do now is wait for the association to come and take him away, right?"

Looking at the kind junior he thought he was, Golden Ball felt a lump in his throat and quickly responded.

"That's right, but we need to change how we address each other. I'm not your senior, you're my senior!"

The relationship between the two is completely reversed!

Upon hearing this, Satoru Suzuki was taken aback for a moment, but he quickly smiled brightly and said, "Senpai, you're joking with me..."

Before he could finish speaking...

The bomb, kicked into the sky, exploded, the deafening roar echoing in everyone's ears.

The unconscious servants were also awakened one after another.

Even the Clown was also lying unconscious on the ground, woke up, but the constant pain in his neck was excruciating. However, what he found even more unbearable was...

Or will I be sent back to that hell again?

The thought of falling into that devil's hands again brought the Clown to the brink of mental collapse, his eyes revealing madness!

"Even if I die, even if I die here, I will never go back to that hell..."

However, none of the people present paid him much attention. At this moment, even crawling had become extremely difficult for the Clown, and he posed no threat at all.

But it happened in a moment when the others weren't paying attention.

The Clown touched a switch in his sleeve, and a Monster Cells shot out, which he swallowed whole.

It went unnoticed by anyone.

Only Asuramaru witnessed all of this, but he didn't remind Satoru Suzuki, since he needed to kill to become stronger.

If you don't want to kill, then you certainly won't let this heinous freak go, will you?

And it was at this moment.

The Clown, lying on the ground, began to undergo uncontrollable changes in his body; his Clown costume seemed to have completely merged with his skin.

The Clown's original heavy makeup and decorations are now completely imprinted on his face, and just one look at the Clown is enough to send chills down your spine.

"Those guys weren't lying to me after all! It's actually true!"

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Feeling the explosive power within his body, he was stronger than he had ever been before!

The first thing I'll do after becoming stronger is take revenge!

The Clown- like monster looked at the two people in front of him, especially at Satoru Suzuki, his mutated vertical pupils coldly staring at him.

"You want to send me to jail?! None of you will escape tonight. I'm going to wipe you all out!"

The words had barely left his mouth.

With a wave of his hand, a large number of sharp blades emerged one after another from behind his cloak; however, compared to those in front, these blades seemed to have been forged from bone.

Its Sharpness even far surpasses that of steel.

Faced with these incoming bone knives, Satoru Suzuki had no time to think and immediately drew his sword, quickly swinging the blade in his hand to defend himself.

At that moment, he was still pondering the meaning behind the other person's words.

But just as he swung his sword to strike down the last bone blade, the Clown monster appeared before him, swinging his right arm toward the opening.

Even though he had seen it, Satoru Suzuki was unable to immediately sheathe his sword to defend himself.

They had no choice but to take this attack head-on.

But the fist suddenly transformed into a giant hammer in mid-air, striking the right side of the chest.

In an instant.

With a muffled groan, Satoru Suzuki's body was sent flying uncontrollably, crashing heavily onto the tattered grass.

All these changes happened too fast.

This situation caught Golden Ball and Natalie completely off guard, but in the current predicament, they could only hope that reinforcements would arrive soon.

Watching the Clown monster slowly approach.

Despite the excruciating pain, Satoru Suzuki stood up from the ground.

Asuramaru also examined his body through the blade; in short, he had five broken ribs and was bleeding from his internal organs.

As for their strength, they were both Lower Demon at first, but now that the Clown has eaten the Monster Cells, he has jumped to Upper Demon!

It's safe to say that Satoru Suzuki is destined to lose.

Outside, the Clown monster also slowly walked forward with a strange smile, looking at the critically injured Satoru Suzuki in front of him, as if he had suddenly thought of something interesting.

He clutched his stomach and burst into laughter.

"Weren't you being very arrogant just now?!"

As he spoke, a bone knife appeared in his hand, and he threw it behind him without looking back.

Those servants who were trying to take the opportunity to escape.

The bone knife landed precisely in front of him, and the Clown monster sneered, "Whoever steps over the bone knife, I'll kill!"

After saying that, he looked at Satoru Suzuki in front of him and teased, "I also want you to experience my pain. Choose, hero, will you kneel down and kowtow to me or watch me kill these people?"

I'm only giving you five minutes. If you exceed that time, I'll kill them all without hesitation. Choose, hero!

Faced with this choice, the former Satoru Suzuki might have knelt down without hesitation.

But at this moment, he asked himself this question.

"Asuramaru, can you lend me your power?"

Upon hearing this, Asuramaru gave his answer, "It's possible, but can you accept the price you have to pay to gain this power?"

"If it can save these people, I'll accept it!" Satoru Suzuki answered without hesitation, even though he himself was destined to die!

"Then so be it, since you are the master of the sword." With that, Asuramaru shared his power with him.

As he healed his injuries, Satoru Suzuki nodded slightly, placed his hand on the hilt of his sword, and began to gather strength for his Draw-Cut.

However, this can change over time.

The people he wanted to save.

Yet, under this immense pressure of life and death, she chose to stand on the side of life and rebuke him.

"Hero, please, I don't want to die."

"Kneel down, heroes, do it for us!"

"Why won't you kneel down? Do you just want to watch us die like this? Are you even a hero anymore...?"

"We could have lived if you had just knelt down..."

"You're just kneeling, but we're going to die!"

Despite the accusations and cries of these people, Satoru Suzuki's gaze remained firm, and he would not waver in his beliefs because of the criticisms of others.

After all, he saved people simply because of the sense of justice he believed in!

It was the Golden Ball behind him that couldn't stand it any longer, "Shut up! Do you really think this weirdo will let you go just because he kneels down?!"

That being said...

But even the faintest hope of survival is the last straw, and those already in dire straits will never be let go!

This is human nature!

But Satoru Suzuki also firmly believes that there is a good side to human nature!

He chose to ignore the curses and pleas that kept coming from his ears, as well as the Clown's undisguised mockery.

But as time went on...

With the final five-minute time limit drawing ever closer, Satoru Suzuki's knees began to bend slightly under everyone's watchful eyes.

"So you're finally going to kneel down? But I advise you to hurry, there's less than a minute left. I won't accept you kneeling down after that time is up."

Seeing his knees buckle, the Clown monster laughed even more recklessly. Since becoming a monster, his rationality has been inconsistent, while his desires and negative emotions have been amplified Limitless.

The Golden Ball in the background looked on with a furrowed brow.

He thought to himself, "What a load of crap, the Hero Association! Why haven't they sent reinforcements yet?!"

Even Miss Natalie, inside the villa, was in a bad mood, but could only pray silently for her.

Standing on the desolate grass, Satoru Suzuki nodded slightly, his right leg bending even more, as if his knee had been bent by a heavy weight.

He heard curses and pleas, but his heart remained calm.

"Ten seconds left."

The Clown monster even reached out his hand to time him one by one.

"Nine, eight, seven, six..."

Each time you count, retract one finger.

It's as if Death God is tolling the death knell!

"Three, two,..."

As the count reached two, a somewhat hunched and aged figure appeared at the entrance of the manor; it was the Hero Association.

Silver Fang Bang, currently ranked third among S-Class Hero!

When I saw what was happening before my eyes.

We must act immediately.

But the next moment...

As the Clown's last words faded away...

"... One! So you're not all that great after all, abandoning saving lives for the sake of pride!"

As he spoke, the cloak behind him moved without any wind.

The bone blade beneath it gleamed with a chilling light, ready to fire and kill all the humans behind it.

But right now.

Satoru Suzuki suddenly drew his sword!

The Draw-Cut, having accumulated to its limit, is combined with Asuramaru's activation of Blood Burning and One-Sword Asura at this moment.

Three forces that break limits converge at this moment!

Time seemed to stand still in his eyes, turning gray and white, and at this moment he could clearly feel some kind of shackles within his body.

But at this moment, all he could think about was this one knife!

"Draw-Cut!!!"

A strike that surpasses one's own limits.