"We've already investigated. Your name is Qin Heng, and your family runs the Daqin Group—that foolish company that once refused a collaboration with our Miyamoto family!"

Miyamoto Mayumi's expression twisted. A kind of morbid pleasure and sick satisfaction contorted her features as she looked at Qin Heng, laughing unrestrainedly. "Just you wait! Just you wait! This old biddy is just the beginning. Soon, the heads of your parents and your friends will be presented before you!!"

"Let's go, Mayumi," the young man in blue Samurai attire said indifferently. "Our visit this time was merely to notify him that the gates to hell have been opened for him. I know you want to kill him, but now is not the time. Someone in our family is very interested in him."

"Mm, I know, Brother Shen Yi," Miyamoto Mayumi nodded, licking her katana blade clean of blood before sheathing it. Smiling at Qin Heng, she said, "Qin Heng, you have no idea what kind of fate awaits you! I remember last time you had some lovely female companions. You also have a sister and a female tenant at home, right? They will each meet a different tragic fate, suffering humiliation and torture before they die! I will record all of this and show it to you. Look forward to it and feel the agony, hahaha!"

BANG!

Suddenly, a muffled sound echoed! Miyamoto Mayumi, who had been laughing heartily, froze. Her laughter cut off abruptly as she felt a chilling coldness in her chest, and then pain.

She instinctively looked down.

There, in her chest, was an arm! An arm that had gone completely through her, right up to the elbow—the hand absolutely emerging from her back!!

Her entire body was impaled by that arm!!

Blood gushed wildly from her back as the arm's owner grasped the heart in her chest!!

"You! You!!" Miyamoto Mayumi's eyes bulged. She stared at Qin Heng in disbelief, her desperate gaze filled with incredulity. "How can you kill me! Brother Shen Yi is here! How can you possibly kill me!!"

"In this world, there is no one I cannot kill," Qin Heng stated calmly, his expression as chilling as millennia-old ice, instilling fear in all who beheld it.

SPLAT!

Qin Heng pulled his arm back, yanking out Miyamoto Mayumi's flesh, bones, and internal organs. They sprayed out as if a pile of trash had burst forth, rapidly forming a vast pool of blood on the ground.

The heart, still beating, remained in Qin Heng's hand.

"You, you, give me back my heart! Give it back!!" Even in this state, Miyamoto Mayumi was somehow still alive. She stared fixatedly at the heart in Qin Heng's hand, as if it were her most cherished possession.

The vitality of a Hidden Force Martial Artist was indeed tenacious!

"Do you even have a heart?" Qin Heng sneered, applying slight pressure with his palm.

POP!

That heart! It instantaneously burst into a mist of blood, ceasing to exist!

Miyamoto Mayumi stiffened.

THUD!

She collapsed to the ground, dead beyond any doubt, utterly still and silent.

"Impressive speed. I didn't even see that coming," the young man in blue Samurai attire applauded, showing no anger. He smiled and said, "My name is Miyamoto Shen Yi. Are you interested in joining the Miyamoto family? You're quite strong. You could achieve a certain status among our servants."

"Didn't Mayumi tell you about my habit?" Qin Heng flashed in front of Miyamoto Shen Yi, his voice indifferent. "I've said it before: Japanese who wish to speak to me must kneel first!!"

As he spoke, his palm lifted. A vast and boundless aura surged forth! Unrivaled power condensed in his palm! It was like an ancient celestial being wielding the Turning Heaven Seal, causing heaven and earth to tilt and the universe to be thrown into disarray! This was an unparalleled, terrifying power!

BOOM!

The air instantly exploded under the pressure. Layers of airwaves dispersed like shockwaves, flinging cars more than ten meters away into the air!

"You Chinese pig! How dare you!!" Miyamoto Shen Yi also became enraged. His hand gripped the katana at his waist as he bellowed, "It is your great honor that the Miyamoto family takes you as a servant! Since you refuse, I'll chop off your arms and legs and drag you back to Japan!!"

"Noisy!" Qin Heng scoffed coldly.

At the same time, his palm had already pressed down!

With a speed Miyamoto Shen Yi couldn't have imagined, it slammed violently onto his shoulder.

CRACK! CRASH!!

A series of sounds, bones breaking and colliding chaotically, rang out!

Miyamoto Shen Yi hadn't even managed to draw his sword when Qin Heng's palm strike twisted and deformed his body. Bones punctured flesh and skin, protruding from his body! His internal organs shattered, leaving him almost unrecognizable as human!!

"Impossible!!" Miyamoto Shen Yi could still shout. He stared at Qin Heng in disbelief and roared, "I am a superior Samurai, equivalent to a Martial Arts Grandmaster in China! How could you possibly kill me? It's impossible!!"

BANG!

Qin Heng couldn't be bothered to listen to his ranting. With a kick, he burst Miyamoto Shen Yi's head, scattering his very soul—ensuring he was dead beyond death!!

"Japanese… they deserve to be killed!!" Qin Heng declared, his voice cold. "It seems that in my past life, advancing to the Divinity Transformation Realm and smashing the island of Japan with one punch was the right thing to do!"

BUZZING—

Qin Heng's brows furrowed slightly. He heard an extremely faint trembling in the air, so subtle that probably not even a Martial Arts Grandmaster could perceive it.

His Divine Sense stirred, and he immediately detected a mechanical insect, merely one ten-thousandth of a millimeter in size, hovering and swirling in the air of the parking lot.

「Meanwhile, in a secret base somewhere in Japan.」

In a massive laboratory, various sophisticated machines operated in coordination. One wall featured an immense screen, displaying the scene from the parking lot where Qin Heng was.

It was the exact moment Qin Heng killed Miyamoto Mayumi and Miyamoto Shen Yi!

On the screen were various figures and numbers, all of them data indicators for Qin Heng's every move!

"Punch velocity: 332m/s—close to the speed of sound!"

"Punching force: exceeds 80,000N—too terrifying!!"

A group of Japanese personnel in white lab coats recorded Qin Heng's data, exclaiming repeatedly in amazement.

"A monster! This is simply a monster! Even our superior Samurai in Japan only achieve a maximum punch speed of 200m/s and a strength of around 50,000N!"

"What's most terrifying is that this man is clearly not using his full strength. His actual power and speed are even greater. At the very beginning, he flipped cars with just a roar!!"

Some of the staff even began to tremble in fear.

"What's there to be afraid of!" Suddenly, a middle-aged man walked over. Looking at the screen with a sneer, he said, "So what if Martial Artists are powerful? This isn't ancient times anymore! Can even the strongest Martial Artist withstand guns? Tanks? Airplanes? Missiles? This is the era of technology! Martial Artists are fit only to be our experimental subjects!"

Saying this, he pointed at Qin Heng on the screen, speaking with contempt, "You see, this Martial Artist you all marvel at can't even detect our micro-robots surveilling him! He can only be studied like a monkey—measured and used as experimental material. Soon, we will capture him and study him like a lab rat, hahaha!!"

"Mr. Miyamoto!" someone suddenly exclaimed, pointing at Qin Heng on the screen. "This man... his gaze... he's looking over here! He's looking at us!!"

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