Han Duoduo pulled up a photograph of Ito Makoto. He was an unremarkable-looking man, but his narrow eyes held a snake-like chill.
"This guy is dangerous. His ability combines [super-speed regeneration] and [neural acceleration]. Most injuries to his body heal in a short time, and his reaction speed and attack speed are far beyond those of ordinary people."
"His swordsmanship is called 'Dimensional Slash.' At its fastest, it can slash through the sound barrier!"
"But when he fought our Snow Wolf special forces team this time, he didn't even draw his sword."
"Based on our overall assessment, his combat power should be around 1,900-peak B-rank."
Han Duoduo frowned as well.
An opponent that powerful appearing in a conventional special forces competition was an utterly one-sided mismatch.
This time, the people from Eastern Japan were truly playing with fire.
"Peak B-rank? Good."
Yue Xiaofei repeated the words, a chilling sneer appearing on his face.
Even the blood in his veins seemed to roar with excitement.
The formidable power he had just acquired needed a worthy opponent to test it against!
Perfect!
I'll make this Ito Makoto the first whetstone for my [Torch Dragon]!
Screeeech!
A piercing screech of brakes rang out.
Han Duoduo slammed on the brakes and swung the car into a parking space.
"We're here! Go, go, go! Kill those Japanese bastards!"
The two hurried toward the main venue.
As soon as they reached the entrance, they were met with a scene heavy with grief and outrage.
The ten members of the Dragon Kingdom's Snow Wolf special forces team were being carried out on stretchers by medical personnel.
They were all battle-hardened war kings, selected through round after round of trials from an army of a million. Every one of them was a man of iron.
Yet now,