"Now that's a vibe!" Ryan Ling grinned—this was the first time he'd ever met a woman with such intense killing intent. He could sense it: even a single strand of her hair seemed to radiate murderous energy.
It was as if this Chiharu Mitsui had been killing since the day she was born.
"Still got the nerve to smile at me?" Chiharu Mitsui instantly caught Ryan's subtle grin, whipped out a slender sword, and slashed straight at him.
Ryan blinked. That sword was no joke—while it didn't look intimidating, the killing aura pouring off it was even stronger, like it had soaked in blood and corpses for years. The sword-qi was savage, easily the strongest blade he'd ever faced!
"This woman is seriously something else!" Ryan didn't dare slack off—he immediately raised his Ghost-Head Greatsaber.
In a flash, the two weapons collided—BOOM! Sparks exploded everywhere as the impact unleashed a massive arc of sword-qi, ripping outward. Several buildings cracked; a few tall SUVs and buses had their roofs blown clean off.
Rose Yates instantly hit the deck, while the other weaker martial artists scrambled back. The sword-qi was just that ruthless—Chiharu Mitsui was out for Ryan's life on the very first move!
Seriously, who would dare marry a woman like this?
She might be gorgeous, but her heart's even scarier than a serial killer's.
Right now, not only were their blades locked together—Ryan and Chiharu Mitsui were practically pressed up against each other.
Chiharu Mitsui seemed to deliberately press closer to Ryan, as if she wanted to get a good look at this Chinese teen's face.
"Had enough staring? Relax, I'd never fall for a cheap Japanese woman like you!" Ryan sneered, full of disdain.
"You shameless bastard, how dare you insult me?" Chiharu Mitsui was fuming, smoke practically pouring out of her ears. But weirdly enough, her anger only made her more magnetic.
In that instant, Chiharu Mitsui's explosive grandmaster qi made the rubble around them float.
"Die!" Chiharu Mitsui screamed, teeth clenched—her qi was so intense her chest actually swelled up.
"Small body, big rack!" Ryan grinned, activating his Yanluo Golden Body. As long as she wasn't Void Realm, no matter how strong she got, there was no way she'd break his defense.
"You asshole!" Chiharu Mitsui's hair practically stood on end. She was insanely proud—not just in the Mitsui Group, but all across Japan, her word was law. Who'd ever dared tease her like this before?
In a flash, Chiharu Mitsui raised her sword and hacked down with wild force. She might look petite—barely a hundred pounds soaking wet—but her sword moves were pure brute strength, way fiercer than most muscle-heads!
"Ryan, this little Japanese firecracker is nuts! No way any Japanese dude could tame her. Why don't you do it instead? Hey, having an extra Japanese wife wouldn't be so bad, hahaha!" The System couldn't help but chime in, watching Chiharu Mitsui go all out.
"Idiot, like I'd ever want trash like her!" Ryan shot back without missing a beat.
Eh, they're always like this. But this Chiharu Mitsui's actually pretty good—her figure's even better than I expected. And man, her moves—if you really got together, she'd probably be even wilder than Angie Chen! The System was clearly getting a little hot under the collar.
"You're such a perv!" Ryan shook his head, speechless. Sure, some of Chiharu Mitsui's parts had just gotten bigger, but more importantly, her strength had shot up—and her killing aura was off the charts. Her sword instantly transformed into a blood sword!
For a woman to be this strong, it's honestly impressive—no wonder the Mitsui Group's so huge!
That's right, Chiharu Mitsui's strength is now absolutely at the very peak of the Purple Realm. Damn, she's strong!
Yeah, they're huge! Are all Japanese women this stacked? Hahaha!
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Now it wasn't just the System—even all the Chinese martial artists around couldn't stop joking about it. Pretty much everyone was stuck on how "big" she was.
Damn it, baka yarou!" Chiharu Mitsui yelled, lunging at Ryan again—this time she was clearly fighting for her life.
Ryan, kill that Japanese woman!" Rose Yates yelled from the sidelines, gnashing her teeth. Women are born jealous—seeing Chiharu Mitsui so stacked, Rose couldn't help but get jealous herself.
BOOM! Saber and sword clashed again. Chiharu Mitsui's aura was maxed out, but Ryan still had her beat. No matter how hard she fought, she was always a step behind—and now even her armor was starting to crack!