Life in North America, you call this an autopsy officer?!-Chapter 456 - 264: Human Butcher (Supplement)_2

His tenacity for life had instead become a shackle torturing himself.

He screamed in agony for a good fifteen seconds before he was completely corroded into a puddle of liquid by Brian’s flesh-eating poison, motionless.

Five streams of warmth swirled within Brian’s body, alleviating the severe pain from his injuries.

The elderly man was one of his targets: Yamamoto Taku.

His opponent had trained five outstanding students, all of whom harbored an obsession with patricide as their dying wish—a rather rare occurrence.

Watching the last trace of his adversary rapidly disappearing into the air, Brian sneered, "I’ve been waiting for the reinforcements from here and the experts from your Ninja Sect to come!"

He glanced at the approaching helicopter in the distant skies, his figure flashed to a tachi buried in the gravel, right hand reaching out to pick it up.

This tachi was incomparably sharp and absurdly resilient, purportedly the best he had ever seen, even better quality than the two tachis from Yagyuu Ittou, perfect for slaughtering soon.

However, as soon as Brian exerted force, a red line emerged from the middle of his right palm, cleaving his flesh and bone in two, limp and dangling in mid-air, resembling two spread leaves.

It turned out that during his earlier punch, under the force, Brian’s entire right hand, from the shoulder to the forearm, had been torn by the edge of the defending tachi.

Moreover.

A similarly diagonal slash wound stretching across his entire torso appeared between Brian’s exaggerated muscles, nearly splitting his body in half.

Brian, far from alarmed, was overjoyed, "What a fantastic blade!"

He controlled his body, on the verge of splitting, to reattach, arms coming back together. With the help of the warm streams, it took only three to four seconds to restore his severely injured body to its peak condition.

Brian twisted his neck, drawing the tachi from the ground, preparing to face the oncoming battle.

Clatter, clatter~

A group of people, dressed in white kendo attire and wooden sandals and wielding various small tachis, rushed over from a nearby building.

A number of suit-clad men, expressionless, followed behind the students, jogging over.

These were likely the students of the Kendo Dojo and their armed security personnel.

They reacted rather quickly.

After all, though it seemed that Brian had been fighting the elder for a while, the entire event, including dialogue, didn’t even last two minutes. The actual combat, just a single blow.

One blow decided life and death.

Brian glanced at the spoils in his hand, then at the approaching people, and nodded.

To kill one is to kill.

To kill a hundred is to kill.

Then all shall be slain!

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The ones at the forefront were students.

This group of students, looking quite young, must have been on the outermost part of the Kendo Dojo to have responded so quickly.

Amidst the wreckage.

These youths, barely in their teens, showed not the slightest fear.

Among them, a tall, handsome young man with long hair, who could have lived off his looks alone, looked at the damaged platform with rage, "Damn it! This is the place for Elder Tuo’s meditation, and you’ve blasted it!"

Before Brian could respond.

The young man raised his wooden small tachi and charged forward with angry steps, "Unforgivable, let me Matsushita Yamaichi teach you a lesson! Get out!"

The next moment.

Brian’s figure flashed, slanting the tachi while brushing past Matsushita Yamaichi’s body, heading towards a group of students, who seemed ready to spectate.

These young students couldn’t help but rub their eyes.

Was that... Instant Teleportation just now?

Matsushita Yamaichi also didn’t realize what had happened.

He continued his momentum for another two steps before feeling something wrong, looked down instinctively, only to find his vision tumbling and crashing to the ground.

He lay there with his tachi still raised, screaming.

Half of his torso just happened to crash on his face, the gushing blood and severed intestines filling his mouth, silencing the dying screams of this kendo prodigy.

"Bisected at the waist!"

A girl looking to be only fourteen or fifteen dropped her small tachi to the ground, shrieking, "He’s bisected Yamaichi at the waist!"

The remaining students realized the terror upon seeing Brian approaching them.

The black-clothed security, with more experience, turned pale, "Danger, get your guns and kill him!"

"Run!"

"Monster!"

A group of fast-running students, abandoning their wooden swords, fled in panic, scattering the security formation. fɾeewebnoveℓ.co๓

This was a monster!

The lead security’s expression was ferocious, "Forget the newbies, fire, fire!"

If they didn’t start shooting, they were all going to die!

Pop, pop, pop~

Several students fell first.

The rest finally calmed down, lying on the ground trembling, clearing the way for the remaining bullets to reach Brian.

What followed plunged these people further into despair.

Brian’s speed was unchanged.

Bullets tore through the air, their trajectories clear in his eyes.

His right hand moved.

Ting, ting, ting~

Bullets, one by one, were slashed away by the afterimages of his tachi. Across the mere ten meters or so, these elite security guards couldn’t manage to get a single bullet within two meters of Brian.

Click, click~

In a blink.

The security’s magazines were emptied.

For the most part, they were there to maintain peace around the Kendo Dojo, not really to fight, nor did they expect someone would recklessly attack, so they were all equipped with just handguns.

The pressure from Brian was too immense.

Imagine.

A monster, advancing against a barrage of handgun fire, calmly deflecting their bullets with his tachi, inexorably closing in.