"Puff!"
The long knife pierced through the black man's body for the third time.
This time, Fujiwara Keiaki had no hesitation. He pulled back, withdrew the knife, then slashed down with both hands, disemboweling the man directly.
The intestines came out first. The black man glanced down but showed little fear of death. He forcefully shoved the intestines back into his abdomen.
"Old man, I underestimated you!"
The black man grinned, his white teeth stained with alarming red.
The next moment, he roared and took a step forward, right up to Fujiwara Keiaki. His fists, donned with iron gloves, pounded continuously like raindrops from a storm.
"Bang bang bang bang bang..."
In an instant, the thudding sounds of fists hitting flesh, interspersed with the "crack" of breaking bones, began a symphony.
When the symphony ended, Fujiwara Keiaki's chest collapsed noticeably, and his mouth, like a spring, was gushing crimson blood, clearly not much longer for this world.
