chapter 147 The pain of separation

I curled my lips in disdain, let go of Onitsuka Maru's hand, and then grabbed the knife that the two Japanese were stabbing at. The Japanese screamed in horror, "Ah!", and then I snatched the knife from their hands.

"Do you think these two broken knives can do anything to me?" My hands were cut by the sharpness of the knife and bled, but I didn't feel much pain because my whole body and mind were overwhelmed by the immense anger.

As I said this, I exerted force with my hands...