Yue Xiaofei raised two fingers, his index and middle fingers, and caught the blade between them as if it were nothing.
Clang!
A sharp ring sounded.
Yamamoto's killing blow, backed by every ounce of his strength and powerful enough to cleave a steel plate, was stopped between Yue Xiaofei's two fingers.
The blade halted less than a centimeter from Ito Yūgorō's chest. It could not move another inch.
Time seemed to stand still.
Yamamoto stared at the young man who had appeared before him. His eyes, reddened by the Enhancement Drug, bulged in disbelief.
He could not believe what he was seeing.
That strike had taken everything he had. He had even burned through his own life to deliver it. And this man had stopped it with two fingers?
How was that possible?!
Was he even human?!
"You..."
Yamamoto tried to speak, but an unimaginable force, heavy as a mountain, surged from those seemingly slender fingers and clamped down on his sword.
He strained with all his might until his face turned purple, but the Samurai Sword might as well have grown out of the young man's hand. It did not budge.
"Trying to kill this old dog?"
Yue Xiaofei looked up. His dark eyes fixed coldly on Yamamoto, and a cruel smile tugged at his lips.
"Until I allow it, even the King of Hell won't dare take him!"
The instant he finished speaking, Yue Xiaofei tightened his fingers around the blade.
Crack!
Metal snapped with a crisp sound.
Yue Xiaofei had broken the Fine Steel Samurai Sword with just two fingers!
Yamamoto's pupils contracted. A chill shot from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.
Before he could react, Yue Xiaofei's figure blurred before his eyes.
The next second, he felt a chill across