Type-Moon Assassination Fist 30
by TINY FAN FICTIONType-Moon Assassination Fist 30
Edited by: Tiny Fan Fiction
Chapter 30 Asura Slaughter Field
New Assassination Book rules have been experimentally developed by Kuzuki.
The physical injuries inflicted upon outsiders in Trial Space cannot be repaired.
To verify this, he enters the [Five Forms Fist challenge], where a martial arts expert resembling Jackie Chan is killed once during his ordeal in Five Forms Fist, but his injuries do not improve.
The Qing Dynasty’s Manchu-Mongol prince and general, Senggelinqin, returns to Beijing via land route after his defeat at the Battle of Peking. Zhao Wuji will follow him as well due to his rank; however, he is expected to arrive later by water route instead of traveling on foot. Kuzuki secures a ship for himself, navigating towards Beijing faster and resting to heal his injuries en route.
Twenty days pass quickly.
With Kuzuki’s immense physical resilience and the time invested in Training Space, he is now healthy in nine out of ten areas.
Upon arriving in Beijing, Kuzuki immediately begins his first task: searching for information regarding Senggelinqin’s return to power.
No updates are available on Zhao Wuji at this time.
Following his return, Kuzuki prowls through Beijing’s city streets, tracking down groups of individuals who have recently begun appearing in public places.
Tenrikyo (Heavenl) members are likely to follow Zhao Wuji’s lead and remain hidden in Beijing as a precaution against such a large group attempting to leave Beijing undetected.
Within two days, Kuzuki identifies three potential locations where Tenrikyo (Heavenl) members are stationed.
After dismissing two of these locations through investigation, Kuzuki moves to the third location. These Tenrikyo (Heavenl) members serve as Zhao Wuji’s enforcers and hinder his assassination plans; eliminating them beforehand would save time and effort in cleaning up afterward. Additionally, Kuzuki needs these individuals to acquire Assumption Points, which are essential for completing his assassination missions.
North of Beijing.
A desolate, overgrown field with bones scattered everywhere.
This area should be uninhabited and feature no structures, yet it is filled with tents and a large tentagram in the center. The tentagram reads “heaven’s justice” above it.
People dressed in strange costumes move freely within this temporary camp, numbering approximately five hundred.
“White Ram Descent, Heavenly Cycle of Justice. Primordial Void Mother, Birthless Homeland.” A man wearing black leads a group of white-robed heavenly warriors.
“Heavenly worshipers!” The black-robed individual turns and kneels down, revealing himself to be Zhao Wuji!
[Zhao Wuji? Where is he now? He shouldn’t be here… that person isn’t Zhao Wuji, right? It’s a dummy…] Kuzuki notices Zhao Wuji in this location and feels both surprise and unease. Unlike his encounters with the real Zhao Wuji, this figure does not pose any threat to him, lacking the immense pressure he felt before. This must be a dummy created by someone else.
A bizarre Iron Mill is placed in front of them, its base having concave walls with small holes and an upper half that fits perfectly into these holes like scaled screws.
A teachings member carrying a baby walks past Zhao Wuji, placing the child near the Iron Mill.
[There’s some intent to kill here; originally, they intended to defeat us and eliminate stubborn members, but now… ] Kuzuki anticipates what will happen next: the baby is mistaken for a white ram reincarnation, placed in the Iron Mill. The upper half of the mill will fall into place under gravity, crushing the baby into pulp, causing blood from the mill’s walls to flow out through the holes and be consumed by the teachings members nearby. [Killing everyone would be better…]
Emerging from behind cover, Kuzuki openly displays his form as he moves towards the center of the camp.
The outer patrol of monks quickly discovered him and halted his progress.
Two monks with long guns approached from left and right, attempting to take him down. He killed them instantly, causing chaos around.
“There is an enemy!”
“Everyone, be careful!”
Against the chaos, Kuzuki made a motion with his hand, signaling the start of his technique.
“That’s funny, you lone nut indeed!”
“Nuts, you messed up the place!’
Kuzuki’s voice dropped as he stepped back, revealing his weapon.
“Don’t make me kill you.”
Fury-filled monks are shouting battle cries at the front lines.
He paused, his mind racing with strategies.
He leapt into the crowd, surrounded by chaos and destruction.
The long gun transformed into a stream of light, slicing through multiple bodies. Then whip legs swept through, killing everyone in one sweep.
They surrounded him quickly, chaos reigniting.
Kuzuki’s eyes blazed with determination as he stepped back.
He moved like a shadow through the crowd, killing anyone who crossed his path.
Some were killed instantly, others fell from bloodied wounds.
Whether beautiful women or handsome men…
[40]Death is given to all without discrimination.
He practiced his technique from first to last and then reversed it.
Blood stained the clothes, and the screams never stopped from the beginning.
His body was immersed in blood, turning the shirt red and dripping down.
The area has become hell, the realhell.
Broken bones and debris, blood flowing like rivers.
In that hellish landscape, a few lucky individuals managed to survive.
“Oh… ahah!” one of them coughed nervously, completely unimpressed by the situation. As he walked past Kuzuki, his voice dripped with mock-smirk, mimicking someone who had seen it all.
Another one gasped and expelled all his courage, collapsing to his knees in terror, unable to look anyone in the eye.
The third seemed unaffected, speaking in a calm, almost detached tone. “It’s just another day…” he mused, occasionally glancing at the blood-stained air around him.
Kuzuki had no intention of helping them out.
He made his way to the Iron Mill and gently picked up the baby in his arms.
The sound of the baby’s wail was deafening, echoing through the infernal landscape.
A deep, guttural cry shook the earth beneath their feet.
He gently reached out a hand and rocked the infant. The baby’s tiny fingers clamped onto his palm, and as he tasted the blood seeping from Kuzuki’s wounds, the sobs grew louder.
Carrying the baby further into the chaos, he disappeared into the distance, leaving a trail of destruction behind him.
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