"Bastard! No, no, stay back! Don’t co over here!"
Cold sweat drenched his entire body. Yamamoto Ichiro scread in terror, his face a deathly pallor.
How could I not know who Qin Fan is?
He was the young Grandmaster from Huaxia whose fa had recently shaken the Martial Arts World! Just a few months ago, he had even slaughtered Lan Xiaosheng, a master who had reached Great Success in the Transformation Realm. Yamamoto Ichiro had only dared to covet Spirit Water No. 1 because he was absolutely certain that Qin Fan would never dare to set foot in Japan. Yet, he never imagined that Qin Fan would not only co to Japan but also to the Yamamoto Group. And now, he was standing right before his eyes.
SWOOSH!
With a single leap, Qin Fan vaulted over the desk, but he didn’t imdiately move to kill Yamamoto Ichiro. Instead, in a flash of motion too fast to follow, he plucked a single strand of hair from Yamamoto Ichiro’s head.
"Bastard, bastard, bastard! What are you doing?!" Yamamoto Ichiro shrieked.
"I’m giving you a chance to see your family one last ti," Qin Fan said with a smile, gripping the strand of hair. He picked up the phone from the desk and held it out to Yamamoto Ichiro. "Open the social dia app your family uses and start a video call."
GULP. GULP.
At this point, Yamamoto Ichiro knew there was no escape. Qin Fan has already co this far... would he really let live? Even at his most optimistic, he couldn’t imagine any possibility of survival.
He swallowed hard, his body trembling. Just as Qin Fan said, it was a chance to see them one last ti. He wanted that final glimpse, but more importantly, he needed to warn his children to seek protection imdiately. Shaking, he took the phone from Qin Fan. He fumbled with it for a few seconds before opening the group chat and initiating a group video call.
The call began to ring. Before long, the screen split into a nine-box grid as the call connected, and all his children appeared on the screen.
"Dad, what’s going on? Why did you suddenly start a video call?"
"Dad, what are you doing? Why do you look so awful?"
"Dad, what happened?"
The mont the video connected, his children saw his terrified expression and cried out in alarm.
"Run! All of you, run! Go to the Imperial Palace and seek shelter! Hurry! Go now!" Yamamoto Ichiro suddenly began screaming hysterically, as if he had lost his mind.
Across from him, Qin Fan couldn’t understand what the man was shouting, nor did he care. A wicked smile slowly spread across his face. He infused the strand of hair between his fingers with Mixed Elent Qi and flicked it toward the floor-to-ceiling window.
SWOOSH! SWOOSH! SWOOSH!
With that flick, the single hair bizarrely pierced the glass and shot out into the world at incredible speed.
Unaware of Qin Fan’s intentions, Yamamoto Ichiro continued to yell into the phone’s cara. "Hui izi, Panasonic, Nai Zhi’er, you can’t stay where you are! Hurry, get back to the Imperial Palace as fast as you can! Go!"
"Dad, what in the world is going on? What happened? Why are you so panicked? What’s wrong?" Seeing the typically proud and confident Yamamoto Ichiro in such an unprecedented state of terror, his children began to scream in frantic confusion.
"There’s no ti to explain! Go! Hurry! Go to the Impe—!"
Before he could finish saying "Imperial Palace," Yamamoto Ichiro froze as if he had been struck by lightning.
On the nine-box grid of the video call, his third son suddenly let out a gasp. On his screen, a strand of hair seed to materialize from nowhere and plunged into his forehead, leaving only the very tip visible. But it wasn’t over.
The next mont...
BOOM!
An explosion, like a balloon bursting, ripped through the audio. The head of Yamamoto Ichiro’s third son erupted like a waterlon dropped from a great height. It completely disintegrated. The cause of it all was a single strand of hair.
"AHHH!!!"
"Brother!!"
"Little brother!!"
In the video, the other children began to scream madly at the horrific sight. They could never have imagined that this was only the beginning. As the flesh and blood of Yamamoto Ichiro, not a single one of them would escape this fate.
"Damn it! No, Kanai, no!!!" Yamamoto Ichiro roared, crying with heart-wrenching agony as he watched his son’s head explode.
"Mr. Yamamoto, this is just the beginning," Qin Fan taunted. "The show is still going. Hmm... I’ll give you a bit more ti to enjoy it."
As his mocking words fell...
BOOM!
On the screen, another head exploded.
BOOM! BOOM!
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
A rapid series of explosions erupted from the video call on Yamamoto Ichiro’s phone. His eight children, without exception, all had their heads blown apart by a single strand of hair, right before his very eyes. It didn’t matter if they were in Tokyo, in other cities, or even abroad. Even the two who were already inside the Imperial Palace were not spared. Not one of them escaped.
All eight of his children died right under their father’s gaze, their bodies left mutilated beyond recognition. Their heads were reduced to nothing but pulp.
"Bastard! Bastard! BASTARD! No! No! No! This isn’t real! This can’t be real!" Unable to withstand the shock of watching all his loved ones die simultaneously, Yamamoto Ichiro furiously smashed the phone onto the ground and let out a tortured, agonized howl. "Why?! Why?! WHY?!"
Even as he tried to convince himself it wasn’t real, the soul-crushing anguish kept him tethered to one last sliver of clarity. It’s real. All of this is real!
"I don’t make a habit of explaining things to the dying," Qin Fan said casually, shaking his head. "Well, you’ve seen what you needed to see. Now, it’s ti for a family reunion."
The instant those words left his lips, the completely broken Yamamoto Ichiro erupted in a final, mad frenzy. "Damn you! I’ll kill you! I’ll take you with !"
With a roar, he threw himself at Qin Fan with every last ounce of his strength. He was t with Qin Fan’s mocking smile, who didn’t even bother to dodge. Just as Yamamoto Ichiro was about to reach him, Qin Fan made his move. He pressed one hand on the crown of Yamamoto’s head and cupped the other under his chin.
With practiced ease, he twisted.
SNAP!
Yamamoto Ichiro’s flailing arms instantly froze. As Qin Fan released his grip, his head spun a full 360 degrees several tis at high speed. The spinning stopped with a sickening CRACK as the neck gave way.
Yamamoto Ichiro stood frozen, but his head had twisted completely around, leaving the back of his head facing forward.
The next second, his body collapsed heavily to the floor.
The renowned and feared overlord of Tokyo, a man fad throughout Japan, was now nothing more than a vengeful ghost. And because of his madness, the entire Yamamoto Lineage had been sacrificed to accompany him in death.
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