Chapter 84
"The generals of the Land of Fire will never bow to the likes of you! There is one of me—but there will be thousands more like me!"
Though Xiahu of Early Spring tried to shout with all his might, his voice was still faint.
Clap!
Sanzhiji clapped his hands mockingly.
"That’s not your concern," he sneered. "Now, let me test your courage."
Xiahu watched as Sanzhiji drew a gleaming katana.
His own body was already covered in wounds—too many to count. Just staying upright was the limit of his strength.
"Urgh—!"
Suddenly, screams erupted from behind. Before Sanzhiji could strike, several of his samurai in the rear cried out and collapsed in bloodied heaps.
"Huh?" Sanzhiji paused, turning in confusion.
From the shadows emerged a figure—Saitama—slashing through samurai like they were nothing more than paper dolls.