“Wuup... Blergh!” Mathieu couldn't watch anymore and started throwing up.

He had to admit it. Saito was a brave man. Heroic, even. Not only was he courageous, but he was decisive in his actions, too. Saito fully embodied the spirit of martial artists and proved that he wasn't all talk.

However, that didn't make him shine brighter this time.

'You... should've just bitten your tongue and killed yourself.'

Vincent squeezed his eyes shut. Saito Genryu did not back down right till the end. In any other situation, Vincent would've been impressed, nay, awed by the Japanese warrior's tenacity and will. However, all he could feel right now was something worse than pity, an emotion far closer to contempt at this... utterly meaningless death.

Regardless of what Saito tried, the only result waiting for him was certain death. In that case, why was he obstinately sticking to this insane resistance?

Saito Genryu might be courageous, but Kang Jin-Ho was vicious. Cruel. Like a little kid pulling out a dragonfly's wings one at a time, Kang Jin-Ho was gleefully toying with Saito Genryu.

Vincent felt not one speck of kinship with Saito, but even he couldn't help but pity the Japanese. That was how cruel and wretched Saito's execution was. Saito held onto his katana even in his last moment on Earth, which was praiseworthy, but...

It seemed Kang Jin-Ho didn't think that way.

Riiiip...!

Saito Genyu's right arm, ripped out of his shoulder socket, tumbled on the...