Chapter 929: Chapter 738: Magic Beneath the deep night, the mountain road was pitch black, with only the crisscrossed high beams illuminating countless intertwined shadows. Amidst the piercing screams and roars, the relentless outlines of sinister shadows were reflected on the blood-stained asphalt.
It took less than half a minute to knock down the first ten people. Those who were struck flew out, screaming, hitting the ground and convulsing, unable to get up. Then, it took forty seconds to knock down the next ten.
And then, one minute, two minutes...
"Forty-one, forty-two, forty-three! Forty-three..."
Forty-three fully-powered punches, ignoring the bats and blades hitting his forehead and body, Ueno struggled to breathe, looking up at the enemies before him.
They swayed in the cold glow of the car lights, encircling him, like monsters baring their fangs in the darkness.
Seeing no one clearly, only shifting shadows continuously flashed before his eyes.
"Die, monster!" Someone jumped up, wielding a baseball bat with nails, striking his forehead, causing a slight dizziness amidst the turmoil.
Then, the bat was caught.
Ueno raised his hand, lifting the bat along with the person on the other end, looking at that bewildered face, grinning, "So you’re here..."
In mid-air, the bat withdrew, aimed at his forehead, and chopped down.
The sound of the bat and the breaking of bones overlapped together.
Forty-four!
Ueno roared.
"Again!" he howled: "Again!"
Then, forty-five, forty-six, forty-seven!
The brutal counting continued!
Yet, those roaring sounds gradually receded, as if they blurred together with the world turning into a haze before his eyes.
In the end, only the monotonous and persistent counting remained.
"Sixty-one... sixty-two... sixty-three... sixty-three... sixty-three..."
From the dazed stupor, Ueno moved forward stiffly, his bloodshot eyes losing focus as he stared at the enemies before him, at those pale, twitching faces.
But the sharp sound of tires against the ground was heard, lights approaching rapidly, and then, heaven and earth began to rotate and sway swiftly.
The earth suddenly jumped up, striking his forehead.
He rolled, fell to the ground, hearing distant screams, someone opened the car door, excitedly cheering, "He’s dead! He’s dead! That monster is dead!"
He stared wide-eyed in confusion, unsure what had happened.
Am I dead?
"Not yet, Ueno." The one sitting beside him said, "You’re still alive."
Am I still alive?
"Yes, aren’t you still breathing?" That person lowered his head, looking at him with approval, "It’s not over yet, you can’t fall here."
Did I fall?
"Yes, the enemies are still ahead of you, Ueno."
The voice filled with anticipation came, "Can you keep fighting?"
In the midst of confusion and dizziness, Ueno listened blankly, unable to resist laughing.
No reply.
Only the twisted fist with the knuckle-duster slowly lifted, dyed in blood, exuding a cold light from the screams and roars, illuminating every eye filled with fear.
"Come on."
Ueno grinned, revealing shark teeth, giving everyone a fierce smile — to tell them it’s not over, I can keep fighting!
Sixty-four!
That was a decisive punch.
Half-time ended, everyone... the brutal counting started again!
Afterwards, there was no sound, roars vanished, wails unseen, only the fracture sounds of bone and bone clashing, and the fine hum of blood merging with blood.
"Ninety-one... Ninety-one..."
At the very end, the blood-covered man stepped forward, his hollow eyes locked onto the last enemy, revealing a chillingly fervent smile.
Ignoring him, kneeling on the ground, fearfully begging for mercy.
The final iron fist fell.
A shrill scream spread out, piercing the deep night, the kneeling enemy desperately closed his eyes, yet the anticipated terrifying impact never arrived.
When that person opened his eyes, they saw the fist suspended before them.
The last of his power failed to touch the final opponent.
Only a strand of blood dripped from the shattered knuckle-duster, fell on his face, bringing down the last thread of reason.
The man collapsed on the ground, twitching, water spreading from below. In front of the opponent like an Asura, he had no courage left to raise a weapon.