Upon seeing this, Lisa's face turned deathly pale, and her tear-filled eyes were filled with terror.
"Really, I don't know who killed them! Please, please let me go, I beg you!"
But the Crow Man acted as if he hadn't heard her, slowly bringing the knife in his hand closer to her face.
"For an artist, appearance must be very important, right?"
The scalpel in the Crow Man's hand stopped at Lisa's cheek.
I'm giving you one last chance.
Who killed my little brother?!
The Crow Man gripped Lisa's hair even tighter, causing a tearing pain to Lisa's scalp.
But she dared not cry out; instead, she stared tremblingly at the man in front of her and the scalpel beside her face.
The Crow Man stared silently at the other person, waiting for the answer he wanted.
"I..."
Lisa spoke tremulously, but the Crow Man suddenly turned his head to look to the side.
At the entrance of the alley, a young man who looked very upright descended from the sky.
He looked at everything in the alley with a hint of surprise.
He then took out his phone and glanced at it, then looked at Lisa again, nodding slightly as if to confirm something.
Who are you? What do you want?
I advise you not to meddle in other people's business.
The Crow Man appearance warned the other man in a calm voice.
Fulan also noticed the Crow Man, his brow furrowing slightly as his eyes became wary.
"I haven't even asked who you are yet, what are you doing here?"
At the same time, he slowly reached for the blood-stained knife behind his back.
The Crow Man released Lisa's hand, slowly stood up, his left hand gripping a scalpel tightly, and his right hand holding a cane with a pointed bird's head.
The eyes hidden beneath the mask stared intently at Fulan, as if issuing a final warning.
"Please, save me! Just ask me what you want, and I'll give it to you!"
Lisa saw Fulan as if he were her last lifeline, so she lay down on the ground, reached out her hand to Fulan, and kept begging for mercy.
Fulan slowly turned his head to look at Lisa.
When Lisa met Fulan's gaze, she felt as if she had grasped a glimmer of hope.
The next second, a blue and white sword aura covered her vision.
Then, she could no longer feel anything.
Pfft!
Lisa was cleaved straight into a cloud of blood mist by the thick sword energy, leaving a deep cut on the ground.
The splattered blood stained the Crow Man's black leather jacket.
All the burly men around, except for the Crow Man, were startled by this.
His expression turned both angry and terrified.
Only the Crow Man seemed relatively calm.
"Is she your enemy?" the Crow Man asked calmly.
Fulan, who had killed Lisa, didn't leave in a hurry. He slowly reached behind his back and pulled out the blood-stained knife.
"I guess so. She sent a bunch of people to kill my boss, so I came here and killed her."
Fulan answered him very directly.
"Boss..."
"What happened to the men she sent to kill your boss?"
Fulan gripped the blood-stained blade tightly with both hands, assuming a fighting stance.
"Of course he was killed."
In an instant! The Crow Man charged forward, the scalpel in his hand gleaming brightly as he slashed at Fulan.
Fulan's pupils contracted slightly, and he swiftly placed the longsword in front of him to block the attack.
A sharp scalpel clashed with a long blade made of flesh and blood.
Instead of the expected metallic clanging sound, a sound of flesh being shredded was produced.
A large gash was cut into the knife in Fulan's hand.
Upon seeing this, even the man with the jinx was stunned by the strange sense of separation.
Fulan seized the opportunity and kicked the other man in the chest, sending him flying several meters.
With a thought, a vertical sword beam appeared out of thin air around Fulan and slashed towards the Crow Man who had not yet recovered.
Blood blossoms bloomed, and the blue-white sword light left several fatal wounds on the Crow Man's body.
But the Crow Man remained standing, showing no sign of falling.
Fulan sensed something was wrong, and with a swift swing of his longsword, another sword beam shot out.
The Crow Man, who should have been incapacitated, leaped up and easily dodged the attack upon seeing the oncoming sword light.
The sword's edge missed its target, cleaving the house behind it in two.
The Crow Man leaped into the air, landing on the wall beside him, and shot towards Fulan like a missile once again.
Fulan raised his longsword, which had already repaired itself, and slashed straight down, leaving a trail of blue and white light.
Two powerful attacks collided suddenly.
The massive sword beam easily severed the Crow Man's abdomen, while Fulan himself only suffered a cut to his right arm.
The Crow Man collapsed with a thud behind Fulan.
Fulan touched his right arm, which had been ripped open, and the wound healed rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.
He looked at the Crow Man again, a hint of seriousness flashing in his eyes.
The Crow Man, who should have been cut in half at the waist, now looked completely unharmed, and his arms were even trembling as he tried to prop himself up.
"Ah!"
Among the group of burly men who had retreated to the side, a burly man with a large beard suddenly let out a scream.
Then, he began to bleed profusely from his abdomen, and his upper body fell limply to the ground, as if he had been cut in two out of thin air.
Next to him was another person lying on the ground, covered in slash wounds.
Fulan glanced at the Crow Man, then at the dozen or so burly men huddled in the corner, trembling with fear, and nodded thoughtfully.
"I see, your ability is probably to make others die in your place."
I thought your ability was regeneration.
The Crow Man, who had already stood up, trembled violently upon hearing Fulan's words, and his gloved palms began to sweat.
Fulan gave a cold laugh, confirming his suspicions.
"Your skill level is about the same as mine, but without your abilities, you can't possibly defeat me."
Having said that, he suddenly swung his sword backward, and a huge sword aura surged towards the dozen or so people like a flood or a ferocious beast.
More than a dozen fierce-looking men were killed instantly, without even having time to scream.
"Alright, next we should..."
Fulan had just turned around when the dark figure of the Crow Man, wielding a scalpel, appeared before him without him even noticing.
The sharp scalpel pierced straight towards Fulan's forehead.
At that critical moment, the blade in Fulan's hand suddenly bent and then rapidly grew longer.
The sharp blade easily pierced through the Crow Man's abdomen.
The Crow Man's body froze as if a pause button had been pressed.
The scalpel aimed at Fulan stopped less than two centimeters from his brow.
Fulan reacted quickly and pushed off with both legs to retreat.
The blade that had pierced the Crow Man was also pulled out.
The Crow Man collapsed to his knees, clutching his abdomen, drops of blood seeping from beneath his mask.
Fulan's forehead was covered in fine beads of sweat, he was breathing heavily, and his eyes were filled with murderous intent.
Before Fulan could even make a move, the Crow Man suddenly threw his cane at the other man, then quickly fled in another direction.
Fulan easily dodged the thrown cane with a tilt of his head, then chased after him, his feet treading on sword energy.
The Crow Man appearance staggered through the dark alley, clutching his bleeding abdomen.
Fulan, riding on the sword's aura and wielding a long sword, chased closely behind him, his speed several times that of the Bird-Beak Man.
However, due to the terrain and the Crow Man's familiarity with the area, Fulan was unable to catch him for a long time.
However, the distance between the two was gradually decreasing.