However, in Wu Tong's eyes, this lightning-fast speed seemed stretched and prolonged by time, as slow as a snail's crawl.
"I've been guarding against you all along. If a small fry like you managed to succeed, how could I ever show my face again?"
Watching Kyojuro's attack, Wu Tong sneered inwardly.
Then, Wu Tong simply raised his hand to block his chest while secretly employing an extremely sophisticated force-dispersing technique, ready to give this guy a taste of the awe-inspiring power of Chinese martial arts.
The figure didn't even have time to react before crashing directly into it.
Immediately afterward, that seemingly unstoppable fist, carrying the force of a thunderbolt, appeared to everyone as if it had voluntarily delivered itself into Wu Tong's grasp.
It was as though Wu Tong had merely extended his hand, and the shadowy figure had placed its own fist right into it.
Thud—
With a dull sound, the attack dissipated like a drop of water merging into the ocean, without causing even the slightest ripple.
Wu Tong's figure didn't even sway slightly.
As the shadowy figure was intercepted, its form gradually became clear.
Pink hair, golden pupils, a slender frame, and skin as pale as paper.
Everyone recognized this person's identity.
One of the seven members of Shrek Academy, Kyojuro.
But at this moment, Kyojuro had lost all traces of his earlier harmony and calmness. His face was filled with cold, frenzied killing intent, as if he wanted to tear Wu Tong to pieces.
Now, Kyojuro stared at Wu Tong with disbelief in his eyes, seemingly unable to accept that Wu Tong had caught his attack barehanded.
After all, this was his all-out strike—how could it be so easily defended?
"What's wrong? Now that your identity's been exposed, you're trying to silence me? Seems like you're in for a disappointment.
Hard to believe? But this is the truth—you're no match for me.
Also, I have to ask: what were you thinking? Why did you assume I was weak? And why did you instinctively decide to make me your first target?"
Wu Tong smirked as he watched Kyojuro's stunned expression.
"Hmph."
Kyojuro snorted coldly, ignoring Wu Tong's questions as he prepared to attack again.
Destruction Killing...
As Kyojuro gathered his strength, the surrounding air seemed to turn into his weapon, glaring menacingly at Wu Tong.
But this time, Wu Tong had no intention of letting Kyojuro strike again. Before Kyojuro could unleash his technique, Wu Tong moved with lightning speed and delivered a resounding slap.
With a loud "smack," Kyojuro's head exploded like an overripe watermelon under the force of Wu Tong's slap.
Instantly, Kyojuro's blood, brain matter, bone fragments, and other remnants of his head splattered everywhere, painting the surroundings in a gruesome shade of crimson.
Witnessing this horrifying scene, everyone was stunned by Wu Tong's ruthlessness, too afraid to make a sound.
Mobius, however, paid no attention to the gory spectacle. Instead, she crouched down and examined Kyojuro's "corpse" with keen interest.
The headless body, which should have been completely lifeless, showed no signs of death.
The flesh at the neck writhed and squirmed like a living mass, rapidly reforming in the air—a grotesque sight.
"Well, well, looks like this race has an incredibly high level of immortality. This is perfect. Let's make the regenerative abilities of demons our next research topic."
Mobius observed this physiologically unsettling scene without a trace of disgust. Instead, her eyes sparkled with fascination as she watched the rapidly regenerating flesh.
Elysia and the others showed no surprise at this sight. No one understood Mobius, the mad scientist, better than her companions.
So when they saw Mobius like this, they simply shrugged it off.
Wu Tong, aware of Mobius's eagerness for Kyojuro, didn't hesitate either. He crouched down and placed his hand on Kyojuro's body.
Moments later, a new set of world coordinates flickered in Wu Tong's mind.
Demon Slayer world coordinates—acquired.
With the coordinates secured, Wu Tong lost all interest in Kyojuro.
He tossed the now-useless Kyojuro to the eagerly awaiting Mobius and turned his attention away, leaving Kyojuro at her mercy.
Next, Wu Tong shifted his gaze to Nami and began walking slowly toward her.
"What about you? Now that you've seen him resist, are you planning to do the same?"
"No, no resistance here."
Nami immediately shook her head like a rattle-drum and denied it emphatically.
As she spoke, she raised her hands in surrender.
"Good. Don't worry—as long as you cooperate, we won't harm you."
Pleased by Nami's compliance, Wu Tong smiled and continued approaching her.
Still, as Wu Tong drew nearer, Nami couldn't suppress her curiosity and asked:
"Um... Mr. Wu Tong, may I ask a question?"
"No."
"Okay."
Instantly rejected, Nami could only resign herself to her fate.
"Haha, just kidding. I know what you want to ask.
But you don't need to know how I figured out you're from another world.
All you need to know is that I can send you back."
Seeing Nami's dejected expression, Wu Tong relented.
He had no interest in explaining the concept of world stowaways to Nami—it was too much effort.
But sending Nami back? That intrigued him. It was a trivial task, and he was quite interested in the One Piece world. He'd definitely visit it someday.
When the time came, he could just take Nami along. It wouldn't take much time anyway.
"You can send me back? Really?"
Hearing Wu Tong's words, Nami's eyes lit up as she thought of her loved ones in her original world. She couldn't help but press him urgently.
Wu Tong replied, "Of course. I'll send you back soon. But until then, you'll need to stay by my side."
"Fine. As long as you can get me home, I'll pay any price."
After hearing Wu Tong's words and watching his steady approach, Nami's eyes flickered. Then, as if steeling herself, she made her declaration.
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