Ground into Meat Paste

In front of Hongcun's house.

Polnareff still stood stubbornly in front of Red Hot Chili Pepper.

His figure was still as tall as a mountain, but anyone who saw Polnareff's mangled and battered appearance would understand that this once majestic mountain was about to collapse.

The Silver Chariot, facing the onslaught of Red Hot Chili Pepper, were in an even worse state.

Its sturdy body, which always gleamed with a dazzling metallic luster, was now cracking everywhere under the onslaught of those heavy, storm-like punches.

The once steel-like Silver Chariot now looks like tempered glass shattered by a rock, its entire surface covered in shocking cracks and dents, as if it would crumble at the slightest touch.

"Tch, overestimating yourself!"

Red Hot Chili Pepper grinned menacingly as he advanced.

"You think you can stop me with such a weak force? That's utterly ridiculous."

Its murderous intent almost materialized.

The disdain and mockery in that voice were as sharp as a blade:

"Uncle with the broom-like hair, do you think you can be a hero?"

"Let me tell you—this is all just wishful thinking on your part!"

"As long as it's still in Morioh, and still within the reach of power lines."

"No matter how fast that bald guy runs, he can't escape my pursuit, and the pitiful amount of time you've bought is a complete joke!"

Red Hot Chili Pepper mercilessly mocked Polnareff's last remaining beliefs.

It was telling him that it was absolutely certain it could catch up with Li Qing, who had already fled.

After you die, your companions will also perish; all the efforts you made with your life will ultimately be in vain.

These are words that are meant to kill and destroy one's spirit. Hidden behind this is Akira Otoshi, who wants to use these words to completely shatter Polnareff's will. He wants to make this proud knight fall into despair in front of him.

However, Polnareff's only response was silence.

He stood tall, his bloodied and mangled body erect, his gaze resolute and indifferent, as if the monster about to kill him was nothing more than a wisp of air.

"Asshole."

"What kind of look is that?!"

Akira Otoshi was thoroughly enraged by the enemy's "arrogance":

He was clearly the one with the absolute upper hand, and the guy who was about to be crushed into mincemeat was him!

But that guy remained coldly silent throughout, no matter how badly he was injured or how severely he was beaten, he remained steadfast.

As a result, Akira Otoshi felt that even winning no longer brought him any pleasure.

He wanted to see the exhilarating sight of those powerful figures kneeling and weeping in despair before him, but Polnareff...

Looking at that guy's expression, which was as calm and unchanging as a rock, Akira Otoshi even had the illusion that "he had lost".

"Hateful!"

"Still so arrogant even when death is imminent."

Akira Otoshi cursed through gritted teeth, while Red Hot Chili Pepper perfectly reproduced and amplified the ferocity in his heart.

"Go to hell!"

"I will use electric current to roast your body inch by inch—"

"We'll see then, and see if you can still show that arrogant expression!"

The Red Hot Chili Pepper approached like lightning.

Polnareff let out a long sigh of relief.

The Silver Chariot laid down the broken sword and closed his eyes in relief.

He stopped resisting; he no longer had the strength to resist.

All you need to do now is accept your death with equanimity and leave behind a final glimmer of hope for the world with your life.

"The day has finally come."

Polnareff closed his eyes, but he felt light appear before his eyes.

Several hazy figures waved to him from within the light, and memories of the past flowed quietly through his mind.

He instinctively reached out his palm towards the end of the light:

"Perhaps I should have gone there a long time ago."

Polnareff accepted the embrace of light.

You don't need to think about anything, just follow those familiar figures slowly towards the other side.

"Stop!"

A thunderous shout suddenly resounded in all directions, instantly shattering the beautiful illusion before Polnareff's eyes.

His consciousness immediately returned to reality.

In this cold and cruel reality, what he saw when he opened his eyes was...

"Li Qing?"

Polnareff stood frozen in place, Red Hot Chili Pepper also stopped her attack, both surprised and excited:

Because Li Qing is back.

He looked exactly the same as before, his muscles were still well-defined, and his bald head was still shiny.

"Why did you come back?!"

Polnareff instinctively wanted to scold Li Qing and force him to leave quickly.

But at that moment, he suddenly noticed something unusual:

That was the only part of Li Qing's body that was different from before—his health bar, which had been almost empty, was now full.

It's only been less than half a minute.

How did Li Qing's life recovery speed become so fast?

Polnareff was taken aback, but he also vaguely sensed a glimmer of hope.

"Ha ha ha ha."

"It's you? You bald guy, you dare to come back?!"

Akira Otoshi was completely blinded by his absolute victory.

He didn't even notice the obvious change in blood volume on Li Qing's head.

At this moment, seeing Li Qing turn around and "go to his death," Akira Otoshi, hidden behind Red Hot Chili Pepper, just wanted to laugh wildly:

"Very good, you've come at just the right time."

"I told you I'd make you pay the price."

"Now, let's use this old man with the broom-head hair to pay off part of the debt—"

"I'm going to kill him right in front of you, and you'll watch as I smash his head into a bloody pulp!"

The Red Hot Chili Pepper roared arrogantly.

But Li Qing's reaction was indifferent, the same indifferent attitude that Polnareff had just displayed that was infuriating.

"What did you say?"

"Excuse me, I didn't hear you clearly."

Li Qing slowly approached, his voice as cold as a knife:

Could you say that again?

"What do you intend to do to my companion?"

"Damn it, still pretending!"

Red Hot Chili Pepper is like a powder keg ready to explode at any moment, because Akira Otoshi, who controls it, hates most is being looked down upon by others:

"You arrogant bastard!"

"Arrogant and disrespectful?"

Li Qing said unhurriedly:

"I'm blind, so what's wrong with me being arrogant?"

"Just answer my question already. Asking the same question twice only makes you look stupid."

"Say it again, what do you want to do to my companion?"

"You, you!"

Akira Otoshi had just vented his anger on Polnareff, suddenly became furious again:

"You bastard. You'll find out the answer to that question!"

"Because I'm going to demonstrate it to you now—"

"Not only this broom-headed guy, but I'll catch that curly-haired guy soon too!"

"I'll crush all your companions to the ground into mincemeat, while you, a piece of trash, can only cower in fear to the side!"

The menacing sound waves of the Red Hot Chili Pepper were like a tsunami.

Its lightning-fast form shot out amidst this bloodthirsty roar.

A flash of lightning streaked across the street, hurtling straight toward Polnareff like a bolt of lightning.

Red Hot Chili Pepper is keeping its promise.

It wants to smash Polnareff into mincemeat in front of Li Qing, making Li Qing pay a heavy price for his arrogance.

Li Qing was completely unable to stop it.

Because right now, Akira Otoshi is the fastest man in the world, while Li Qing's speed is as sluggish as a tortoise.

No one can beat Red Hot Chili Pepper pushed to its limit, no one!

With this in mind.

Akira Otoshi controlled the Red Hot Chili Pepper, bursting forth with sparks and lightning at an astonishing speed.

It was a bolt of lightning, a golden light.

At that extreme speed, Red Hot Chili Pepper grinned maliciously as he swung his Riot Games, crackling with endless electricity:

"Watch closely!"

"I'll grind him into meat right now."

Before he could finish his sentence, the last word "sauce" got stuck in his throat.

Because, without anyone noticing, Li Qing's figure had already appeared in front of Red Hot Chili Pepper like a phantom.

Red Hot Chili Pepper looked utterly astonished.

When did you arrive?

Did they approach me while I was focused on killing someone and not paying attention?

But how could he possibly keep up with my speed?

Both of them were moving at their maximum speed, and for them, time seemed to stand still.

The Red Hot Chili Pepper could still see Li Qing's movements, but caught off guard and terrified, it was completely unable to stop Li Qing's attack.

Li Qing punched away Red Hot Chili Pepper's arm and grabbed its head.

In an instant, an immense force poured down from Li Qing's arm, and Red Hot Chili Pepper's body was forcefully pressed down.

Li Qing slammed Red Hot Chili Pepper into the ground with a single palm strike.

The splattered cement flew dozens of meters, and the cracked lines instantly covered the entire road surface.

The Red Hot Chili Pepper was deeply embedded in the earth, while Li Qing's arm continued to exert terrifying pressure downwards like a massive hydraulic press.

"Crushed into mincemeat? You said it."

"Is that so?"