When the hodgepodge world of anime meets the shadow king

In an instant, the atmosphere at the scene seemed to be grasped by an invisible giant hand and froze in an instant. The awkward atmosphere spread quickly in the air like wisps of haze, enveloping everyone.

"Heh..." Kitahara Xiao raised the corner of his mouth slightly, pulling out a faint bitter smile, and nodded slowly.

The hand that had just been stretched out was like a reckless person who had rashly entered a forbidden area. At this moment, he could only helplessly and with a bit of self-defeating loneliness, slowly retract it.

"It seems that you are not willing to join the Hero Association."

Kitahara Xiao frowned slightly, and his eyes slid across the people opposite him one by one like a nimble snake, trying to penetrate their seemingly calm appearance and explore their true thoughts. However, those people all had mysterious expressions, making it difficult to understand them at all.

But in fact, Kitahara Xiao knew very well that the people opposite him were quietly emitting a resistance.

It's just that they are all masters at hiding their thoughts, and they treat this resistance as a cherished treasure, carefully burying it deep in the most secret corner of their hearts. Even though they appear calm on the surface, no matter how others look at them, they cannot find the slightest flaw.

But if you think about it, this isn't surprising.

You have to know that the members of the hunting team are almost all poor people who have lost everything they cherished and everything they have been ruined by monsters.

During those long years, hatred was like a blazing, never-extinguished fire, raging wildly in their hearts, driving them through countless brutal battles together.

Every battle is a contest of life and death. They rely on each other closely, back to back, and walk with difficulty on the tightrope of life and death. Those moments of life and death together are like the strongest rivets, riveting their hearts firmly together.

As time goes by, the friendship between them has become as deep as the vast and bottomless universe and galaxy, which cannot be measured by words.

It was only natural that an unbreakable bond, as if made of steel, formed between them.

Moreover, these members all have more or less unspeakable pain on the mental level, which makes them instinctively build up a solid defense against the outside world and have an almost instinctive rejection mentality. Isn't this human nature?

After all, they had suffered such a painful blow and injury like purgatory, and it was as if they had built a towering, unbreakable steel wall in their hearts, guarding themselves tightly inside. It was harder than climbing to the sky for others to step in, let alone join the Hero Association.

In this suffocating atmosphere, the gloomy man suddenly raised his eyes.

There seemed to be a cold light flashing in his eyes, like two cold sharp blades, staring straight at Beiyuan Xiao. Suddenly, a low and somewhat hoarse voice sounded faintly.

"How strong are you?"

Although they had read the records of Kitahara Akira's achievements and understood that the gap between them and the opponent was greater than the gap between humans and dogs, they would not be satisfied unless they experienced it in detail.

"How strong is he?" Kitahara Akira looked at him with mockery in his eyes. "Well... probably only a little bit stronger than the three of you losers multiplied by 10000."

He smiled and made a gesture that Koreans hate the most, "Well, just a few hundred million."

Since the other party is so disrespectful, there is no need for him to put up with the cold shoulder.

The originally harmonious atmosphere at the scene suddenly cooled down rapidly as if a basin of ice water was poured over one's head, and one could even feel a chill rising from the soles of one's feet.

Even Liu Zhikang, who was always calm and composed, couldn't help but frown at this moment, secretly wondering how to explain the current embarrassing situation to those three people.

After all, Liu Zhikang is the former captain of the hunting team. He always has deep feelings and responsibilities for the team members he once led. Seeing them in such a predicament now, he naturally feels pity and wants to help them.

However, just as Liu Zhikang was about to open his mouth to speak, he heard a crisp "swish" sound, and the tightly closed door suddenly opened without any warning.

Everyone's attention was drawn to the scene, where an old man in an electric wheelchair was slowly entering the room.

"Go away if you're sick! Don't be rude!" Although the old man's voice was not loud, it carried an unquestionable majesty.

Hearing the old man's scolding, the gloomy man named Huo Zoubing immediately restrained the hostility in his eyes, turned to look at Beiyuan Xiao, and said lightly: "...I'm sorry."

It can be seen that this seemingly unruly man has great respect for the old man and does not even dare to show the slightest intention of disobeying him.

"Alas..." The old man who was the creator sighed, as if he had anticipated such a scene.

He came to Kitahara Xiao in an electric wheelchair and said apologetically, "I'm sorry, President Kitahara, this is his personality..."

"Sorry? No need to apologize..." Kitahara Xiao had a faint smile on his face, but that smile was chilling, making people tremble inexplicably in their hearts.

When the old man heard this, he thought that Kitahara Xiao didn't take the previous incident to heart at all. However, he didn't know that the words he uttered next were like an extremely cold blade, piercing straight into his heart, instantly making him feel like he was falling into an icy cave.

"Only living people need to say sorry, the dead can't speak," Kitahara Xiao said slowly, his tone so relaxed as if he was talking about today's weather.

As soon as he finished speaking, Huo Zuobing felt a sudden blur in front of his eyes, and then a force like a tidal wave surged towards him, and his whole body was like a kite with a broken string, and he flew backwards in an instant.

"boom!"

With a loud bang, Huo Zoubing's body slammed heavily into the wall, creating a big hole in the solid wall.

It was not until then that he belatedly felt a sharp pain in his body, as if he was being stabbed by countless steel needles, and the pain made him frown.

"Jia!" Seeing this, the honest tall man on the side was horrified and subconsciously shouted out Huo Zoubing's nickname during the battle. His voice was a little distorted due to nervousness.

Huo Zuobing gritted his teeth, reached out to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, and then took a lot of effort to free himself from the big hole in the wall.

He was at least a B-level player, and Kitahara Xiao hadn't used his full strength just now, so he wouldn't have been killed instantly.

"Oh, you look pretty good." Kitahara Xiao said this as if to compliment, but his eyes were full of teasing, "Then, can you hold on for the rest of this?"

"President Kitahara!" The old man hurriedly spoke, trying to comfort Kitahara Xiao, his voice trembling with anxiety, "Please..."

However, before he could finish his words, a tall black figure suddenly appeared in front of Huo Zoubing, who had not yet recovered from his shock, like a ghost. The figure was holding a large sword that shone with cold light, and then, mercilessly chopped down at Huo Zoubing.