Chapter 865: General Ika’s samurai group, the Shuwakai, is in name only?

"We can't go on like this." The old man with the stick fended off Murakami's attack and said with a grim expression, "They have the advantage in numbers, and their fighting power is abnormal. If we drag it on, we will only die."

"I can see that." Frank fought off two ninjas who were waiting to attack him. "The question is how to do it?"

"You can't stop it." Murakami said calmly, "The Shinchun Society should have been destroyed long ago. This is a good place to bury their bones."

"My people are almost dead. Send the SHIELD people down to help."

"Stick Old Man, you also have irrational moments!" Murakami chuckled and shook his head, "With the few people left in S.H.I.E.L.D., I can easily send two ninjas to kill them.

I didn't have time to deal with them before, so they took advantage of me. But now... maybe you can still inform them to escape in time."

"There's no other way." Frank hesitated for a moment, then took out the alchemical pistol Xuguang from his pocket.

boom! boom! boom!

Special alchemical bullets shot out from the muzzle, piercing the bodies of several surrounding ninjas.

A black aura emanated from the wounds, and black blood flowed out, but these ninjas simply slowed down their movements, as if the fatal wounds on their bodies did not exist at all.

"It's useless." Murakami smiled nonchalantly, "After using the secret technique, they are just weapons that only know how to obey orders. As long as the flame of life is not extinguished, they can maintain their prime and continue to fight."

"Cut off their heads," the old man with the stick shouted immediately, "that's their biggest weakness."

“You guessed correctly, but how many heads can you chop off?

Ten? Twenty? Thirty? You can't last that long.

And all the leaders of the Hand are here, we won’t give you a chance.”

"That's not necessarily true." Frank's face became serious. He then pointed the muzzle of Xuguang's gun at Murakami and quickly pulled the trigger.

Murakami's pupils suddenly shrank and he immediately dodged backwards. The surrounding ninjas even took the initiative to act as meat shields to protect him.

boom! boom! boom!

After a series of gunshots, Xuguang's magazine was empty and Murakami retreated more than ten meters.

"What a waste of bullets." The old man with the stick said speechlessly.

"Give me a few seconds of cover. Although I am reluctant, I may have a way." Frank pursed his lips, then silently recited Aaron's name in his heart.

God of the Contract;

The ancient and noble inheritor;

Creator of the mind, master of shadows...

"Looking for me?" Aaron looked at Frank in the mirror and raised his eyebrows thoughtfully. "I'm here. I can see that your situation is very bad now!"

"We need strength." Frank said anxiously in his heart.

"You are already a Beyonder on the Judge's Path. This is the power I give you."

"but..."

"No buts."

"Then tell me, how to solve the current dilemma?"

Aaron thought for a while and said, "This is not difficult. I can lend you an army temporarily.

But in return, I have a request."

"You say."

"I don't care about the others, but Alexandra must die."

"Okay, no problem." Frank agreed immediately. Anyway, he had no intention of letting go of the leader of the society.

Snapped!

Aaron snapped his fingers, and a blue demon mask appeared in his hand, and disappeared the next moment.

At the same time, Frank suddenly froze, reached into his pocket and took out the Ika mask.

He immediately understood what he should do, put the mask on his face decisively, and then called upon the darkness deep in his heart.

The scene of his family's tragic death emerged in his mind, and emotions of anger, hatred, and loathing spread rapidly in his heart.

Black shadows appeared in every corner of the battlefield, and scarlet eyes appeared in the shadows. Then the owners of these eyes, fully armed black shadow warriors wearing armor, walked out of the shadows.

Click!Click!Click!

The sudden appearance of dozens of shadow warriors scared everyone.

"What the hell is this?" Luke's eyes widened in astonishment. "Stick Old Man, does the Hand and Society still have such a ninja unit?"

"I'm sorry, I can't see it, can you describe it in detail?"

"It suddenly appeared from the shadows." Danny said in disbelief, "It has red eyes and is wearing armor. I can be sure that it is definitely not a human."

The old man with the stick was shocked. "Alexandra, the Hand and the Society are really calculating!"

"What are we planning? Isn't this something that the Zhenchun Society would have done?" Alexandra was also shocked and angry. Originally, the situation was very good. The Hand and the Society could bury all the enemies here and successfully obtain the dragon bones, thus prolonging their lives for thousands of years.

But these "creatures" that suddenly popped up interrupted the process of victory, and we didn't know whether they were enemies or friends, so who knew if they would do anything bad.

"How could it be us..." The old man with the stick paused and said, "Everyone be careful, there is a third party interfering, and they have bad intentions."

"Kill them." Frank said in a low voice.

"Hey! Isn't this a bit hasty?"

Swish!Swish!Swish!

As soon as Jessica finished speaking, the shadow warriors drew their samurai swords from their waists, ready to kill the ninjas of the Tewakai.

These warriors have no human emotions at all, and they don't feel pain or fear. Moreover, their fighting power is quite high. Even those who use secret techniques and ninjas find it difficult to resist the samurai soldiers of similar numbers, and the situation on the scene is instantly reversed.

"This..." Jessica looked at these warriors attacking the Shouhehui, completely ignoring their intentions, and couldn't help but smile awkwardly: "Are these friendly forces?"

"That's right." Frank's voice became hoarse.

Jessica breathed a sigh of relief, "You have such reinforcements, it would be great if you could get them out earlier."

Frank didn't answer, but turned around and looked at them, "There is a price to pay for using this army."

hiss!

Everyone looked at his face covered by the blue ghost mask and gasped.

"Is this the price?" Danny asked in disbelief, "Are you a human or a ghost now?"

"It's better than us dying here together!"

"No, it's not. I mean, can you still be a normal person?"

"It should be possible, but you have to kill someone, Alexandra."

"She's left to you." Matt's lips curled slightly, "Guys, it's time to fight back."

As soon as the words were spoken, the melee began again.

The ninjas of the Tewakai were firmly restrained by the shadow warriors, and the situation of Alexandra, Madame Gao, Murakami, Botu, Sowanda and the other five people became quite bad.

Their opponents are no weaker than them. If you include Stick Man and Erica, it would be a righteous seven against five.

Alexandra was fighting fiercely with several shadow warriors, and Frank jumped high and kicked her away with a flying kick.

Just as she was about to stand up, Frank walked up to her, grabbed her neck with one hand and lifted her up in the air.

"What kind of black magic did you use?" Alexandra asked with difficulty, with obvious fear in her pupils.

Having lived for hundreds of years, she had seen a lot of things in the world, but this was the first time she had seen an evil ghost that could summon dark warriors.

Moreover, after becoming a 'devil', Frank's physical fitness improved several times, and she had almost no chance to fight back, which was simply outrageous.

Frank grinned, revealing two rows of sharp teeth. "I'm just wearing a mask."

"A face..."

Click!

Before he could finish his words, Frank broke Alexandra's neck and threw the body out casually.

The master's mission is completed, and now it's his own business.

He glanced at the situation of the others. Without the support of the ninja, the battle between the stick old man and Murakami was almost not under much pressure. The double swords suppressed the baton tightly, and Murakami's body was also covered with many scars.

Luke was the most relaxed, he was almost suppressing Sowanda.

The warlord's nose was hit hard at some point, and blood was gushing out like crazy. His face was covered in blood and flesh, and one of his arms was hanging from his shoulder. Although he was still holding on, it was obvious that he would not be able to hold on for long in this miserable state.

He didn't have to worry about Mrs. Gao. Jessica and Erica joined forces, two women fighting an old woman. Even though Mrs. Gao's qigong was the most powerful among all the martial artists, she was no match for them and was soon seriously injured, and could only fight and retreat.

At this moment, Matt's compassion broke out and he waved the short stick in his hand to help the few remaining members of the Zhenchun Society out of their predicament.

The only one who brought shame to the superheroes seemed to be Danny Rand. The Botu fought with him with his nimble body and the samurai sword in his hand. Although he looked a little embarrassed facing the golden fist, he did not suffer any loss. After fighting for such a long time, his clothes were only slightly dirty.

"How shameful!" Frank muttered silently, then accelerated and rushed towards the gambler.

boom!

He punched the gambler in the heart, and the powerful force knocked him back, with large mouthfuls of blood spurting out of his mouth and spilling onto the ground.

Before he could get up, Frank walked up to him and stepped on his chest.

Ah!

Frank slowly exerted force with his right foot. The intense pain made the gambler's eyes bloodshot and he wailed heartbreakingly.

"This... is too cruel!" Danny said with some reluctance.

"Don't kill me, spare my life.

I am different from them. None of the people I killed were innocent. I..."

Ignoring the gambler's pleas for mercy, Frank stepped on his chest and crushed it. His clothes were soaked with bright red blood and his death was horrific.

"Frank, you're not in the right state right now." Danny looked at him seriously and said, "You shouldn't treat him like that..."

“Hahaha!” Frank laughed creepily. “I didn’t expect that I would actually see a living saint! Don’t forget your duty and your parents’ blood feud.”

Danny frowned slightly, "I mean to give him a quick death, there's no need to torture him like that!"

"That's right." Frank nodded in agreement, and the shadow behind him suddenly had a scarlet look.

A shadow warrior emerged from Frank's shadow, drew the samurai sword from his waist, half-knelt on the ground and held the sword horizontally in front of him.

Frank grasped the hilt of the knife and chopped off the gambling man's head with a backhand strike. "Well, now he won't have a chance to revive."

Danny: ...

"The second one, the next one..." Frank turned his head and looked at the other three leaders of the Hand and Society. Their grim gazes frightened them.

Sowanda was filled with despair. He had been beaten beyond recognition by Luke. If Frank intervened, he would probably not survive for more than three seconds.

Mrs. Gao also looked troubled. Was the Hand and Peace Society, which had existed for hundreds of years, going to end today?

The next moment, Frank growled and walked towards Murakami, the samurai sword in his hand scraping across the ground, creating red sparks.

When Murakami saw him coming, his hand movements suddenly became chaotic.

The old man with the stick seized the opportunity, knocked his weapon away with one knife, and cut off one of his arms with another.

Ah!

Murakami let out a shrill scream, but before he could feel the pain in his arm, Frank walked in front of him.

Looking at that ghost-like face, Murakami felt cold all over and said incoherently: "Wait, I can surrender. Everything was done by Alexandra on her own initiative. She is the leader of the Hand and I am just a thug. I..."

puff!

With a slash of the knife, a head rolled to the ground.

The headless and armless corpse fell to the cold ground, still twitching slightly, as if it couldn't believe that it was dead.

"The third one." Frank had no expression on his face and was terrifyingly calm.

At this time, Mrs. Gao seemed to be vulnerable. Erica pierced her heart with a sword, and then Jessica punched her. She fell heavily to the ground and was completely dead.

"The fourth one." Frank said calmly, but soon his cold pupils showed a different color. Mrs. Gao's body was quickly becoming transparent and soon disappeared.

"How could this happen?" Jessica asked blankly.

"She must still have dragon bones." Erica said confidently, "Gao is the most cunning and the most cautious person in the Hand and Society. It is not impossible that she secretly left a resource for resurrection for me. She may even have more than one."

"That means...she got stabbed by you on purpose?"

"I should have chopped off her head earlier." Erica shook her head with some regret. "She is probably the only one who knows the resurrection location. I'm afraid we won't be able to find her in a short time."

"Forget it, let's just run away!" Jessica said, looking at Sowanda, "Those ninjas are almost all dead. If we get rid of this last one, the Hand and the Society will exist in name only."

boom!

Sowanda was knocked to the ground by Luke's punch, and spider-web-like cracks appeared under him.

At this moment, he had completely lost the ability to resist. His whole body seemed to be soaked in blood. Only his weak breathing could prove that he was not dead yet.

"Well done." The old man with the stick praised, and then he came to Sowanda with a knife, "The hand-to-hand combat is over."

"Puff! Haha!" Sowanda coughed up a few mouthfuls of blood and forced a smile, "Do you think you won? The leader of the Hand is Alexandra, but who knew that it was Gao who induced her to become a believer of the devil hundreds of years ago.

As long as she is not dead, the Hand will not be destroyed, and the forces cultivated by the four of us will also be brought under her command.

Do you know what this means? The Shuwakai is no longer a loose organization, and the Shinchunkai will have to face a more powerful organization in the future. "