Charge Toward Shark-Hook Island, Slaughter Every Japanese Dog

Ryan Ling shook his head—this woman’s lust was way too intense, always overflowing at the slightest provocation.

He glanced at Anqi Chen’s visibly soaked underwear, then turned to leave.

“Ryan—Ryan Master, can I serve you tonight? I really want to...” Anqi Chen’s eyes were totally glazed over.

“Sorry, not interested!” Ryan said, walking away without looking back.

“Master Ryan!” Anqi was completely lost in it, totally unable to snap out of it. Everyone stared in shock, while Lin Zhan and the others just looked at Ryan with pure envy.

They’d seduced plenty of women before, but conquering someone with just a single look? That kind of dominance was unreal. Their boss was just too damn fierce!

“Anqi, what are you doing?” Hayden Zheng was totally confused, rushing forward to grab her.

Anqi didn’t even hesitate—she slapped him hard across the face.

“Get lost!”

“Snap out of it!” For once, Hayden stopped being a wimp—he grabbed Anqi’s arm and gave it a hard shake.

In an instant, it was like Anqi Chen snapped out of a dream—her face turned bright red, and she couldn’t bear to face anyone. She bolted straight back to the cabin.

Ryan sighed to himself—this Hell Mad Blade was seriously freaky. He’d just followed the 'ghost talisman' formula and moved a thought, and it had this ridiculous effect. Looks like he’d better study it a bit more.

After lunch, the ship headed straight for Shark-Hook Island. Everyone was still rattled by the earlier zombie siege, but with a top-tier monster like Ryan on board, the tension eased up a lot.

Ever since leaving Saint Trace Island, Ryan had been sitting cross-legged on deck, meditating to grasp the key to the Hell Mad Blade’s first form. He knew some powers could be bought with Merit Points, but true mastery had to come from himself—otherwise, it’d never really be his.

Everyone around knew what Ryan was doing—nobody dared disturb him.

It was weirdly quiet all around, except for the sound of waves slapping the hull.

......

Meanwhile, on Shark-Hook Island—

“I just had Ichiro Hashimoto, one of Japan’s Four Great Onmyō Masters, personally divine that kid’s strength. Turns out he’s nowhere near as scary as we thought—at best, he’s only mid-Yellow-Realm grandmaster level. He just knows some weird Chinese Daoist tricks that make him look like a god!” In a secret underground chamber, Shigeru Fujita walked in, looking much better now, and wearing a set of special enchanted Japanese battle armor—gear reserved for Chiba Shrine elites. With it on, his strength was at least tripled.

“Told you—a high schooler can’t possibly be stronger than a violet-realm grandmaster. He’s just using some Daoist tricks. Now that we’ve figured out his real level, there’s nothing to worry about. A mere Yellow-Realm grandmaster isn’t worth stressing over. Just counting our Water-Breaker Sword Sect’s lineup on Shark-Hook Island, we’ve got over thirty grandmasters: fifteen red-realm, ten orange-realm, five yellow-realm, and our senior Tsuyoshi Fujita is a green-realm grandmaster. With this kind of squad, he can dream on if he thinks he’s breaking through Shark-Hook Island!”

“Exactly. He broke the Blood Shark Formation and the Thousand-Corpse Formation, so he’s probably feeling pretty smug right now—thinking this is all we’ve got. With his current cocky attitude, wiping him out will be a breeze. I bet we won’t even need Senior Tsuyoshi Fujita to make a move. With our squad and the island’s formations, we’ll massacre them all. Just imagine—Jiangdong’s brand-new martial champion, the much-hyped Young King, getting shredded on Shark-Hook Island. How satisfying is that?”

“Right, and besides killing that kid, we gotta take out that annoying Gabriel Xue too. If we wipe out a martial champion and Jiangdong’s War God in one go, the name Water-Breaker will scare the crap out of everyone in Jiangdong—and all of China! Hahaha!”

Everyone burst out laughing, fired up. All the Water-Breaker grandmasters were ready and waiting, their gang-qi flooding the island. Shark-Hook Island was wrapped in killing intent—anyone who set foot here was doomed.

......

“We’re only about thirty nautical miles from Shark-Hook Island—at this speed, we’ll be there in ten minutes!” The captain blew the horn to remind everyone, and the tension spiked again.

But through it all, Ryan didn’t react at all—he just sat cross-legged on deck, like a statue, as if nothing around him mattered.

“What’s up with Master?”

“Did our boss get hurt in the last fight? Look, his face is covered in cold sweat!”

“No way—Master Ryan isn’t the type to go down like that. Don’t freak yourselves out. He’ll be up in a minute, just wait!”

Warren Yuan, Lin Zhan, and the others were getting anxious—the whole vibe on the ship was turning weird.

Gabriel Xue and the others also noticed Ryan’s weirdly calm state—his total lack of reaction was making everyone uneasy.

“Guys, I can see Shark-Hook Island now, but something’s off—why is there so much fog today? There’s never fog here; usually you can see the whole island from miles away. This is weird!” The captain stared ahead, baffled.

But the rest of the crew were stunned. To a grandmaster, this wasn’t fog—it was pure gang-qi. Right now, Shark-Hook Island was blanketed in martial aura. Just how many grandmasters are hiding in there?

Everyone froze. Warren Yuan shouted, “Stop the ship—don’t go any further!”

The captain jumped and stopped the ship right away, but it was like the bow hit something razor-sharp—it got sliced clean off.

“Is this the strength of the Japanese Water-Breaker Sword Sect? This is insane!”

“With our current strength, going up there is suicide. I bet there’s at least a hundred grandmasters on that island—the gang-qi is just too intense!”

“Master still hasn’t reacted at all—did something really go wrong?”

......

The tension was suffocating—everyone was on edge, ready for battle.

On Gabriel Xue’s ship, everyone felt the same. They’d been to Shark-Hook Island plenty of times, but never seen such a terrifying aura. With this kind of pressure, nobody but Ryan had the guts to fight.

They’d already lost—without even fighting.

“Sigh, the enemy’s this strong and Master Ryan still hasn’t reacted. Maybe we should just retreat.” Hayden Zheng couldn’t help but say.

The moment he said it, everyone’s faces turned even uglier.

“Retreat my ass! Master Ryan will figure something out—he always does!” Anqi Chen was still totally focused on Ryan, like he was her whole world. If anyone dared talk smack about Ryan—even a single word—she’d go berserk.

Hayden Zheng felt like he was dying inside—the girl he almost had was snatched away by Ryan, and the worst part was, Ryan hadn’t even done anything, just looked at her once. How is that even fair?

“Trash from Jiangdong, you finally showed up. Don’t even think about running away like cowards—if you leave now, all these people will die because of you. Watch your fellow countrymen get their heads chopped off one by one—how does that feel? Hahaha!” Suddenly, on the beach far ahead, dozens of Chinese fishermen were kneeling with their hands tied behind their backs—men, women, old folks, even little kids as young as four or five. The scene was straight out of Gabriel’s nightmare photos.

“Those damn Japanese bastards deserve a thousand cuts!”

“Let’s go, all together—we have to save those people! If we let them die in front of us, how can we ever face Jiangdong again?”

“Stop—everyone calm down! Can’t you see this is a trap? With a killing formation this strong, one step forward means instant death!”

“So we’re just supposed to stand here and watch them die?”

Lin Zhan and the others were practically fighting about it, while Gabriel nearly crushed his binoculars in rage. Facing Japanese scum using Chinese hostages as human shields, even with a few mini-missiles on board, they couldn’t fire a single shot.

But right then, Ryan suddenly snapped his eyes open—he’d just had a breakthrough. Without a second thought, he stood up and leaped into the sea, charging across the waves toward Shark-Hook Island like a demon god.