Chris’s sudden appearance left Kameda Taro utterly stunned.
Both he and Judge had worked together to push Chris off a cliff. Afterward, they had searched the area thoroughly but found no trace of him. They assumed he had died. Yet, here Chris was, standing before him again.
Chris let out a cold laugh. “Kameda Taro, if you’re still alive, how could I possibly be dead? If anyone’s dying today, it’s you.”
The sight of Chris alive filled Kameda Taro with dread. He had seen Judge strike Chris down with his own eyes. They had searched for days and found no body.
Now, seeing Chris again, he realized Judge had been right-never assume victory without a corpse.
Kameda Taro’s face twisted into a snarl. “Chris, Chris, there’s a road to heaven, but you refuse to take it. Instead, you barge into hell! I never thought you’d have the guts to show up here-you’re just asking to die!”
Chris’s tone was calm. “That day, you and Judge worked together to push me off a cliff. I’m here today to kill you and settle the score.”
“Kill me?” Kameda Taro sneered. “You? Kill me? What a ridiculous dream!”
With that, Kameda Taro drew a sharp katana from his waist. The blade gleamed coldly, radiating a deadly aura.
Pointing the blade at Chris, Kameda Taro exuded a terrifying presence.
He didn’t take Chris seriously. After all, he and Judge had already defeated him once. To him, Chris coming here was a death wish.
“Chris, if you’re so eager to die, don’t blame me for being ruthless. After I kill you, I’ll personally deliver your corpse to Daniel Williams and earn a handsome reward!”
Chris’s glare was icy. “If you think you can kill me, then try.”
With a roar, Chris moved like lightning, charging toward Kameda Taro.
“Die!”
Kameda Taro bellowed as he gripped his katana with both hands and swung it down with all his might.
Seeing the sword coming, Chris swiftly drew his own weapon-Dragon Slayer-and struck back.
Clang!
A deafening crash echoed as their blades collided.
“Ah!”
Kameda Taro cried out as he was sent flying backward, tumbling more than ten meters before regaining his footing.
He looked up in shock at Chris. In just one month, Chris’s strength had grown immensely.
What kind of monster was this?
If Kameda Taro didn’t kill Chris today, he knew he would eventually die at his hands.
Determined, Kameda Taro’s expression darkened with murderous intent.
“Die!”
With another furious roar, he charged again, katana raised high.
Boom!
Boom!
Boom!
Kameda Taro launched a relentless assault. His attacks were swift and brutal, each strike aimed to kill.
But Chris remained calm, dodging and parrying with ease.
Instead of ending the fight quickly, Chris toyed with Kameda Taro like a cat playing with a mouse.
This infuriated Kameda Taro.
“Chris! Just die already!”
One slash.
Two slashes.
Three slashes.
Kameda Taro’s blade struck again and again, a storm of strikes raining down on Chris.
For anyone else, this onslaught would have turned them into a pile of flesh.
But Chris didn’t flinch. His expression remained cold, his movements effortless.
“Final Strike!”
Suddenly, Kameda Taro roared, unleashing his ultimate move.
This was his most powerful attack, the one that had claimed countless lives.
He was certain it would kill Chris.
In his mind, he already envisioned Chris’s lifeless body.
But what happened next left Kameda Taro utterly stunned.
As his blade came down, Chris’s figure shattered like glass, disappearing into thin air.
“What…”
Kameda Taro froze, a sinking feeling spreading through his chest.
Before he could react, a familiar voice came from behind him.
“Is this all you’ve got? Did you really think you could kill me with that?”
Kameda Taro spun around, his face filled with terror.
But before he could do anything, Chris’s Dragon Slayer struck like lightning.
Boom!
The strike was devastating. Kameda Taro’s head flew from his body, rolling to the ground like a ball.
His lifeless eyes stared ahead, wide with disbelief.
His body collapsed, lifeless.
Standing over the corpse, Chris looked down with disdain.
If it had been the old Chris, killing Kameda Taro would have been a challenge.
But after undergoing the trials at the Monster Camp, Chris had transformed completely. Now, he was unrecognizable in strength.
Kameda Taro’s death had been inevitable.
Chris glanced at the body and murmured, “No wonder he ranked third on the international assassin leaderboard. Killing him took longer than I expected. Against an ordinary opponent, no one would’ve stood a chance.”
Afterward, Chris picked up Kameda Taro’s katana. For a samurai, their blade was their life-a weapon passed down through centuries.
Kameda Taro had been strong, but he was no match for Chris.
There was no sympathy in Chris’s heart. Kameda Taro had tried to kill him first, and his death was well-deserved.
With one last look at the corpse, Chris turned and walked away.
The head of the Taro family, the third-ranked assassin in the world, Kameda Taro, was dead.
“Master is dead!”
“Master is dead!”
“Master is dead!”