latelenovela Chapter 179: Century Warrior Appears
Chapter 179: Century Warrior Appears
Takiya Genji delivered a relentless punch, knocking Loki to the ground. The force was so powerful that the ground shook slightly. He slowly raised his hand and wiped the remaining blood from the corner of his mouth. A subtle glint of fierceness flashed in his eyes as he softly commented, "Hmph, not bad, but that's all."
Serizawa Tamao and his companions, who had already finished their battle, now approached. Isaki Shun, observing the scene before him, frowned slightly, then spoke, "It seems that, aside from a slight disadvantage in numbers, their high-end combat power is no less than that of the Otsu Clan."
When Genji Takiya heard this, he nodded secretly in his heart. He turned his head and was surprised to find that Serizawa was also injured. Although the bruises were very shallow, they were clearly visible. This made him, who was usually calm, show a little surprise.
"Oh, that long-haired Satoshi Shima really has extraordinary strength. Apart from the two of us, it would be difficult for others to deal with him." Serizawa Tamao gently stroked the wound while praising Koo's strength.
Genji Takiya fell into deep thought, his mind replaying the battle scene. After a moment, he slowly walked over to Loki, who lay on the ground, staring down at him with a hint of indifference in his tone. "Hey, the people who smashed up your shop weren't us, but those Ie-mura-kai guys." He gestured towards the dozens of Ie-mura-kai members lying on the ground. They lay there in a state of disarray, some unconscious, others groaning in pain.
"No matter what you think, I am determined to take the SWORD region, and no one can stop me!" After saying this harsh words, Genji Takiya left with Tamao Serizawa and others without looking back.
Loki, lying on the ground, was silent for a moment, then dialed a phone number.
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That night, the bright moon was obscured by thick clouds, and the entire Gulf region seemed to be plunged into endless darkness, like a huge black curtain covering this mysterious land. In this incomparable darkness, luxury sports cars quietly appeared here, accompanied by the deep and shocking roar of their exhaust pipes, like ghosts.
The sharp lines of the Lamborghini gleamed brightly under the dim light, like an angry bull ready to charge into battle; the Rolls-Royce, with its noble and elegant posture, stood quietly like a gentleman in fine clothes; and the Ferrari, like a galloping horse, exuded unparalleled speed and passion. These luxury cars pulled up one after another, like a group of dazzling stars landing on this desolate land.
From these luxury cars, stylishly dressed men emerged one after another. They wore carefully coordinated fashion, clutched various valuables, and their eyes revealed a sense of confidence and arrogance. They were the group that called themselves the MIGHTYWARRIORS, or Warriors of the Century.
This is a notorious mercenary organization that accepts various dangerous and difficult tasks from various employers, and then gets handsomely paid for their superb combat skills. Their main business is to engage in fighting, using fists and weapons to solve problems, and providing violent services to those who are willing to pay high fees.
However, most members have their own beliefs. They believe that they are fighting for their dreams and working hard to build their own utopia. In their hearts, that utopia is an ideal world without disputes and pain, and they are the messengers to realize this dream.
At that moment, a dark-skinned man approached. He sported a distinctive hairstyle reminiscent of Benimaru Nikaido from The King of Fighters, and a sharp glint shone in his eyes. He was the leader of the Century Warriors, ICE. He was tall and muscular, with defined muscles, and every movement was imbued with power.
At the same time, three men dressed in hip-hop styles quickly approached. One was Bernie, wearing a colorful baseball cap, a thick gold necklace, and clothes printed with exaggerated patterns, looking very flamboyant. The other was Pearl, who had short hair and a cold look in her eyes. Nine, a man with dreadlocks and sunglasses, wore a faint smile on his face, giving off an enigmatic air.
Next came a tall man with thick black hair that fell down like ink. At first glance, he looked very ordinary, but his deep eyes seemed to hide endless secrets. From time to time, a fierce and cruel look would quietly flash across his eyes, as if he would explode and kill at any time.
This mysterious warrior of the century—Liu Longren—belies his seemingly ordinary appearance, yet conceals a profoundly unusual background. He is the son of the chairman of the Kowloon Group and the illegitimate son of the legendary Ninth Dragon Heart. His combat prowess is truly terrifying, rumored to surpass that of his leader, ICE, making him an extremely dangerous presence.
At that moment, a roaring motorcycle, like a flash of black lightning, came to a silent and steady stop beside them. As the rider slowly removed their heavy helmet, a cascading mass of hair suddenly appeared before everyone's eyes. The soft strands danced gently in the breeze, seeming to embody endless vitality and energy, adding a unique sense of heroic presence to her.
And she was none other than Sarah, the one and only woman among the Century Warriors. At that moment, she tilted her head slightly, her bright eyes fixed on Ice, and asked directly, "Ice, why are you rushing here in such a hurry? It can't be just a simple matter, right?"
ICE smiled frankly, not pretending to be mysterious, and said directly: "Yes, I just got a job from Li from the Zhangcheng Gang. The other party is very generous."
"What job?" Bernie asked immediately.
"Ask the powerful Yakuza organizations in the surrounding areas if they are willing to join forces to take over the Sword region! For example, the Meteor Society in the Toaru region." Ice stated the plan.
"It's not that simple, right?" Liu Longren seemed to know Li very well.
"Yeah, it seems like they're planning to attack the other village." Ice said, shaking his head, completely unaware of the glint in Liu Longren's eyes.