Judge Madman frantically pounced toward Shiva.

Shiva didn't even look, just lifted a leg and kicked.

There was a crack.

Judge's arm was hit and made a bone-breaking sound, he smacked heavily to the ground from mid-air, his face instantly turning pale white.

"Overestimating your own abilities." As if he was merely disciplining an ant, Shiva continued to prepare to kill Lin Hai.

"Fuck your uncle." Shen Dun pulled out all the pins of his grenades and hugged Shiva's legs from behind.

"Child's toy, you think it can hurt me?" Shiva scoffed coldly, his legs vibrated violently, throwing Shen Dun back and kicking up debris from the ground.

The grenades exploded loudly, Shen Dun emerged from the smoke disheveled, his body instantly covered in blood.

"I thought the internationally feared Reincarnation's four super experts were quite powerful."

"It turns out they're nothing."

Shiva's words were full of mockery.

At this moment, it seemed the overall situation was settled.

Everyone could see that Shiva's power was terrifying; Supreme Strong, a step that super experts couldn't surpass, the gap between them was like a chasm.

Judge glared at Shiva, gnashing his teeth.

Shen Dun's gaze was filled with hatred and anger.

Lin Hai struggled to his feet, coughed violently a few times, then coldly stared at Shiva, saying, "You are indeed strong, but among the Supreme, you barely scrape the threshold."

"Enough to kill you," Shiva sneered.

"Is that so? If you want to kill my elder brother, you have to get past me first."

The voice was cold, laced with murderous intent, slowly appeared in everyone's view.

A man sitting in a wheelchair, with empty trouser legs, wearing a similarly bronze ghost mask. The ghost face on the mask displayed fierce, ferocious, and mad expressions, arrived.

The man pushed his wheelchair laboriously towards Lin Hai.

"Shura!" Judge, Shen Dun, and Lin Hai all spoke at once.

Shiva paused, then let out a contemptuous laugh: "A cripple? Hahaha."

"A cripple wants to kill me?"

"King Yan, have you Reincarnation run out of people? Even sending a cripple."

"Don't you insult our brother!" Judge said angrily.

Sitting in the wheelchair, wearing loose clothes, emaciated, each push of the wheel extremely difficult, this man was the horrific Shura, known as a mad killing machine in the outside world.

"A cripple is still enough to kill you." Shura spoke lightly, took off the backpack from behind the wheelchair, unzipped it, and took out a set of metallic skeletal lower limbs, skillfully assembling them on himself.

"Even relying on assistive tools to stand, you think you can kill me, Shiva?" Shiva sneered, not taking Shura seriously at all.

"Killing isn't just about appearances." Shura seemed peaceful, unmoved by Shiva's mocking words.

"Seven years ago, I said that if anyone wants to kill my elder brother or harm my brothers, they must step over my dead body first. Even after seven years, this statement still holds."

Supported by the metal prosthetics, Shura slowly stood up from the wheelchair, moving a bit as if adjusting and adapting.

"Not bad, this latest set of mechanical limbs is much stronger than the last one I had." Shura moved a bit, walked to Shen Dun's side, and reached out his hand.

Shen Dun took Shura's hand and stood up, nodding to him.

Shura then helped Judge up.

The three gathered around Lin Hai.

"Hei." Lin Hai looked at Shura with a complex expression, feeling deeply guilty.

"Big brother, it's been half a year. Hei missed you so much," Shura spoke.

Lin Hai nodded.

"Brother, let's catch up later, let's kill this Indian San first," Shura pointed distantly at Shiva.

Lin Hai nodded firmly, not forgetting to add: "Don't push yourself too hard, big brother can't afford to let you die."

Shura cracked a smile, "Big brother, Hei has long been dead, I'm now called Shura, under King Yan."

"Fake brotherhood, go to hell."

Shiva sneered coldly, filled with endless murderous intent, charging towards the four men.

"Shen Dun, defend!"

"I and Judge, attack!"

"Shura, be careful!"

Having said that, the four men's unspoken understanding honed over seven years came together in this cooperation.

Shen Dun crazily grabbed the machine gun on his back and swept fire towards Shiva's eyes, the center of his eyebrows, and nose—all the vulnerable spots.

Shiva had to use the Gang Qi emanating from his arms to block the bullets.

After all, even a Supreme Expert isn't completely invulnerable everywhere.

Places like the anus, Dabang, eyes, eyebrow centers, nostrils, and earholes are still incredibly fragile.

Lin Hai took the lead, his body's Gang Qi unrestrainedly squeezed out, fists swinging.

"Ha!"

He exchanged a punch with Shiva.

Both sides emitted a fierce collision sound.

This time, Lin Hai wasn't blown away, but he still staggered backwards more than ten steps before stopping.

"Shiva, take this!"

Judge's voice rang out, wielding a steel bar from somewhere, aiming at a vulnerable spot on Shiva.

It wasn't that Judge was sleazy, such a straightforward man was still straightforward in battle, deeply embracing Lin Hai's teachings—against more powerful enemies, one must use every means to turn the tide and recover from disadvantage.

Shiva, seeing such a sleazy move for the first time, couldn't help but feel his anus involuntarily tighten, bursting into a great fury.

This was simply a provocation against the dignity of an expert!

Shiva, face filled with annoyance, grabbed Judge's arm and gave it a harsh squeeze.

With a 'crack', Judge inhaled sharply, nearly fainting from pain, as the bones in his right arm broke.

But biting his teeth, he did not faint, pressing down hard with his left hand on the steel bar.

With a 'putch', like the sound of a balloon being popped.

Shiva, always the aloof Supreme Expert, now faced green, the overwhelming pain making him feel his dignity was greatly trampled—if word of this got out, a generation's Supreme Expert being impaled with a steel bar... he'd absolutely become a laughingstock.

"I'll kill you!" Shiva, furious, ignored the others and fiercely slashed towards Judge.

"Hehe, feeling sore, aren't you?" Judge sneered coldly, retreating frantically, but still not as fast as a Supreme Expert like Shiva.

Seeing he was about to be caught up, Judge showed no fear, continuously taunting, "I'll spread today's events across the world, even if I die, my men will spread it, just wait until you're infamous!"

Shiva's eyes filled with rage, vowing not to stop until Judge was dead.

'Crack, crack—'

The mechanical sound of friction occurred, and Shura suddenly rushed out, intercepting Shiva, spreading his arms, and ferociously lunging at him.

"You want to commit suicide?" Shiva, blocked by Shura, raged, wanting to punch through Shura's heart, but at this moment, Shen Dun unleashed a crazy volley targeting Shiva's ears.

Shiva had to raise his hands to block the bullets, his knee fiercely striking down into Shura's abdomen.

With a 'putch', fresh blood sprayed from Shura's mouth, splattering across Shiva's face, mixed with bits of pulverized organs.

But he seemed unphased, his mouth splitting into a grim smile, his hands tightly holding onto Shiva, and he fiercely pressed a button on his chest.

"Suicidal attack? Worthy of being called a Madman, but do you think ordinary explosives could harm me? Die!" Shiva's eyes shimmered with rage, repeatedly insulted, greatly enraged, wanting to kill to soothe his anger.

"It's not ordinary explosives!"

"It's a miniature personal nuclear bomb, hehe."

Shura, wearing a merciless smile, gripping tightly without letting go.

Hearing this, the rage in Shiva's eyes quickly faded, turning into terror.

And Shura's eyes were filled with excitement and madness.

"Hahaha, let's die together, let's die together." Shura laughed wildly in madness.

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