"Master, holy crap, your eyes can actually glow—and spit fire? What kind of god-tier power is that?"
"Boss is holding some giant cauldron—what is that? It looks like all the heat waves are pouring out from inside it. That's insane!"
"Looks like Grant Fujita just got wrecked. That bastard!"
...
Everyone watching this scene started shouting—especially Anqi Chen, who got so hyped she yelled that she wants to have Ryan Ling’s babies.
Meanwhile, outside, Ryuichi Hashimoto and the two onmyōji were stunned for a second, clearly not expecting this twist. But their eyes—all three—locked straight onto that giant cauldron.
"That cauldron is insane—we have to get it, no matter what! It must go back to Japan!"
"Yeah, that giant cauldron belongs to Japan. Trash like these Huaxia losers don’t deserve anything this good!"
"Grant Fujita, you idiot, wake up! I’m pouring my power and the two onmyōji’s strength into you right now—grab that cauldron for me, do you hear?!"
...
Right after Ryuichi Hashimoto finished speaking, a surge of overwhelming power blasted straight down. The two onmyōji didn’t hesitate either—three currents of energy slammed into Grant Fujita all at once. The Life-and-Death Sacrificial Massacre Formation was at its most critical point, so the three couldn’t withdraw; this was their only option.
But suddenly, with those three powers dumped straight into him, Grant Fujita shot up like he’d just taken a triple dose of super-stimulants. He sprang off the ground, and thick green gang-qi started pouring out of him from head to toe.
But this wasn’t just any green gang-qi—it was clearly leveling up, now mixed with streaks of cyan.
"No way—did that bastard just break through to the cyan realm grandmaster right now?!"
"No, not that crazy. He’s just getting a temporary boost from those three powers—he’s showing signs of cyan realm for now, but it won’t last. Still, even if it’s short-lived, Grant Fujita’s strength is at least ten times what it was before!"
"Master Ling—he’s not in danger, right? No way, absolutely not. He’s definitely gonna beat that bastard!"
...
Right now, inside the warship, everyone’s eyes were glued to that big blue tactical screen. Nobody could help—Ryan Ling was on his own.
But Ryan Ling didn’t look nervous at all. He was super calm, just staring at Grant Fujita like he was watching an idiot.
"Baka! Still got the guts to look at me like that? You think lugging around some busted cauldron makes you invincible? I’ll crush you right here!" Grant Fujita’s eyes blazed with murderous light. His whole body was about to split apart—he clearly couldn’t handle the raw cyan realm power. Bloody cracks were ripping through his skin, and he looked absolutely terrifying.
In a flash, the blood-soaked Devil Muscleman charged at Ryan Ling. He wasn’t punching or swinging his crazy saber anymore—just reaching out with both hands, trying to strangle Ryan to death. Grant Fujita’s hate for Ryan was off the charts.
But right then, Ryan Ling snorted coldly, and his eyes flashed—two beams of molten gold shot out. Grant Fujita took the most insane hit ever: he was blasted straight off his feet, his chest and abdomen ripped wide open, his whole body nearly torn in half.
Everyone watching was completely stunned!
Ryuichi Hashimoto and the two onmyōji were dumbfounded!
Just one move—and the supercharged Grant Fujita was gutted on the spot.