Dragon Xuanxuan and Shi Yong were even more dumbfounded. In their eyes, Ryan Ling was basically a total freak—no normal person could be this strong. He’d already reached a level of absolute invincibility.
“Masao Tokugawa, what are you just standing there for? Are you really going to watch me die?” At this point, all of Victor Orochi’s serpent avatars had been wiped out by Ryan, and no matter how much Victor struggled, he couldn’t break free. What was even more terrifying was that his mighty Sub-Saint power couldn’t be unleashed at all right now—Ryan was like a total juggernaut in his eyes.
Victor Orochi’s shout snapped everyone to attention—not just Masao Tokugawa, but even Sword King Miyamoto couldn’t hold back anymore. Originally, neither of them wanted to gang up on Ryan; three-on-one felt way too much like bullying. But seeing Ryan stomp Victor so easily, both men couldn’t help but shiver.
Is this Huaxia kid really that strong?
Masao Tokugawa usually bickered with Victor Orochi, but right now he knew exactly who was friend and who was foe. He didn’t hesitate for a second—his Sub-Saint power surged as he unleashed a blazing Fireburst Fist straight at Ryan.
The Tokugawa Clan was the undisputed martial arts powerhouse of Japan’s shogunate. Their techniques were famous for their raw, explosive force—every punch packed insane power. They were the true kings of Japanese karate.
And Masao Tokugawa was the absolute top dog in karate—his nickname was the Devil Robot. Once he unleashed his inner strength, his body was like solid iron; not even the sharpest drill could pierce him. Both his defense and his explosive power were even greater than Victor Orochi’s.
Victor Orochi’s serpent avatars had died at Masao Tokugawa’s hands more times than anyone could count—the two of them were always at each other’s throats.
Now, Masao Tokugawa’s ultra-aggressive karate attack was aimed right at the back of Ryan’s head. If that punch landed, even solid iron would explode.
And just as Masao Tokugawa struck, Sword King Miyamoto didn’t hesitate either. Sword King Miyamoto was his nickname—his real name was Miyamoto Taro, and he was the top disciple of Japan’s number one sword saint, Fujita Hegemon.
He was the second greatest sword master in Japan, and also the first to break into the Saint Realm with a single longsword in the harshest lands. In just half a year, he soared all the way to become Japan's number one Sub-Saint sword prodigy.
Even Fujita Hegemon himself admitted that Miyamoto Taro's sword talent surpassed his own. In Japan's sword circles, he was basically a living legend. That's why even old-school Sub-Saints like Victor Orochi and Masao Tokugawa treated Miyamoto with such respect!
In Japan, everyone worships the strong. If you're just some spoiled rich kid, people look down on you!
So now, with the top karate king and the number one sword prodigy both charging at Ryan, anyone watching this scene would feel their heart clench up.
But what nobody expected was that even now, Ryan didn't show the slightest hint of backing down. Victor Orochi was almost in despair—he’d thought with two Sub-Saints jumping in to save him, he’d have a shot at survival. But Ryan looked like he’d rather die than let Victor escape, dragging him down no matter what. It was enough to make Victor mentally collapse!
"Ryan, could you maybe be a little less confident?" Ethan Yong took a deep breath and gritted his teeth.
Next to him, Sophia Long’s face was pale—she was thinking the same thing as Ethan. Ryan was way too cocky, and his eyes even showed a bit of contempt for his opponents. Honestly, it was almost outrageous.
But right then, Ryan’s Transforming Core power suddenly erupted. The force was so bizarre that, for a moment, the whole space seemed to twist and warp.
Then, Masao Tokugawa and Miyamoto Taro’s attacks got sucked right into the spatial vortex. Ryan’s body shook once, and both killing forces were instantly bounced away. Masao Tokugawa and Miyamoto Taro had to stagger back several steps.
"How is that even possible?"