— "Ganging up on me, are you?"
Before Damon could finish his sentence, Kento’s powerful side hook tore through the air and slammed straight into his ribs!
WHAM!
Damon grimaced in pain, but his incredible reflexes allowed him to instantly raise his remaining arm to block Seijuro’s lightning-fast strike. The katana's razor edge left a deep cut straight to the bone. Damon backpedaled several steps, glancing down at his bleeding arm:
— "Now that actually hurt!"
Kento clenched his fists, smirking:
— "Your regeneration is pretty insane too!"
— "Then try this on for size!" Damon growled.
Kinetic Hardening & Impact Leech!
Instantly, his soft biological skin began to rapidly transform. An ash-gray metallic sheen enveloped his entire body as his cellular and bone structure transmuted into hyper-dense Titanium alloy, producing harsh, metallic CLANKING sounds as it hardened.
Without hesitation, Kento surged forward and brought a devastating overhead strike down on Damon’s crown!
BAM!
A violent shockwave dispersed, but Kento’s expression immediately shifted. A realization flashed through his mind:
"Ugh, damn it... why is he hard as rock?!"
The blow not only failed to damage Damon, but it caused his alloy body to glow with a faint light. Damon was absorbing the total kinetic energy from Kento’s strike to amplify his own durability!
Kento disengaged and retreated. He and Seijuro exchanged a split-second glance, nodding in tacit understanding. Both charged forward simultaneously! Kento unleashed a flurry of energy-coated punches while Seijuro swung air-tearing sword arcs. But Damon made no effort to dodge, standing ground with absolute confidence to absorb every single blow.
WHAM! BOSH! SWISH! BOOM!
Seijuro leaped back, gritting his teeth in frustration:
— "Damn it, this bastard is too tough! Standard physical attacks are completely useless against him!"
Standing amid the swelling dust, Damon threw his head back and laughed arrogantly:
— "Hahaha! Keep hitting me! Hit harder! The more you strike, the stronger and tougher I become! Your pathetic physical attacks are utterly useless!"
Yet, within a single blink of Damon's eyes, the figures of Kento and Seijuro vanished completely from his sight.
REAPPEAR!
Both had closed in from opposing left and right flanks.
Kento channeled his inner power, unleashing a colossal surge of Sophion energy to execute Spatial Fracture. Pulling his fist back, he threw a brutal straight punch. The terrifying acceleration and pressure compressed the air before him into a dense block, snapping and shattering the surrounding space like tempered glass under a sledgehammer!
At the exact same moment, Seijuro executed Indestructible Fortification. He condensed a thick coat of Sophion energy over his katana blade, transforming the slender sword into a hyper-rigid structure capable of withstanding celestial-level impacts without a scratch. Immediately following, he brought down Mugen Kiri: Zetsu (Infinite Slash: Severance)!
Two destructive strikes pinched Damon from both sides. But right before they made contact, Damon morphed his state with unbelievable speed:
Viscous Entrapment & Cellular Assimilation!
Damon’s entire rigid Titanium body suddenly transformed into an infinitely stretchable fluid mass. Both Kento’s space-shattering punch and Seijuro’s indestructible slash passed straight through the liquid like striking empty water, their damage completely nullified!
Reforming his shape from the fluid mass, Damon sneered snobbishly:
— "Whatever techniques you bring, I have the exact form to counter both of you! Hahaha!"
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Kento grimaced in rage, spitting madly:
— "This bastard is way too tough to chew!"
He glanced over at Seijuro. Catching his teammate's gaze, the swordsman understood instantly.
Kento turned a disdainful glare toward Damon:
— "Then let Seijuro and me show you something unique... Let's see how much further you can morph that body of yours! Consider it your privilege to be the first to witness us use this!"
Without giving Damon time to think or utter another taunt, Kento planted his pivot leg, driving the full power of his White Demon state to execute his ultimate technique:
Kūkan Hōkai: Shinto Funsai! (Spatial Collapse: Divine Capital Pulverization)
— "Abilities, huh? Take a hit from this punch and see if you don't get pulverized!" Kento roared.
The absurd fusion of pure muscular strength and exploding Sophion energy erupted violently! Kento pulled his hand back, compressing all of his blazing Sophion into a single point on his bare fist. The supreme punch thrown directly at Damon didn't merely fracture space—it shattered the spatial structure before him into countless microscopic fragments!
In that very same instant, Seijuro roared as well, raising his katana above his head:
Mugen Zankō: Sōgeki Shōmetsu! (Infinite Slash-Light: Twin Strike Annihilation)
— "Once this blade is swung, it will never stop... unless I myself decide to erase it!"
SWISHHHHH!!!!!!
Seijuro delivered a vertical downward slash, wrapping limit-level Sophion around the space ahead. The slash—possessing the trait of eternal progression—hurled straight toward Damon at supersonic speed!
Two strikes carrying absolute, violent destruction rained down simultaneously!
Damon’s eyes widened in sheer horror, but before he could utter a single word—
CRACKKKKKKK!!!!!!
A colossal sound reverberated, shaking the entire Central Sector underground! Seijuro’s slash cut straight through Damon, bisecting him completely. Immediately after, Kento pulled back his fist—and the pulverized spatial region collapsed inward (Implosion).
The compressive force from the spatial implosion forcibly crushed all matter into microscopic atomic particles. Damon’s body vanished instantly, leaving behind not even a single cell!
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!!!!!!
A terrifying seismic wave swept through the main hall, flattening every obstacle and carving a swath of desolate wasteland extending from inside the tower out to the outskirts of the Central Sector. Seijuro’s slash continued onward in a straight line through the distant night sky.
Silence fell over the destroyed hall. As the thick dust slowly cleared, it revealed a mangled, pulverized landscape.
Kento gasped heavily, his white-haired aura retracting. Depleted of energy, he collapsed onto the steel floor.
Seijuro rushed over in panic to support his teammate's shoulder:
— "Kento! Are you alright?!"
Kento’s voice was a weak, exhausted whisper:
— "I... want to lie down and rest a bit... You can go help the others..."
Seijuro stared at Kento for a moment, then nodded:
— "Alright, lie there then. I'll go check on Group B!"
— "Yeah, go save Kiriko... I’m sleeping!" Kento replied flatly, shutting his eyes tight.
Seijuro immediately sprang up, speeding off down the underground corridor.
Siren Sinclair—who was bound tightly in the wall corner nearby—witnessed the entire scene in utter shock. Curiosity getting the better of her, she spoke up:
— "Are you... actually going to fall asleep for real?"
Kento kept his eyes closed, his tone casual:
— "I’m tired so I’m resting... Or do you want to sing me a lullaby?"
Before Siren could react, Kento lazily sat up, dragging his feet as he walked over to the bound girl.
Siren startled, instinctively trying to shrink back:
— "What... what are you going to do...?"
Without a word, Kento casually lowered himself and rested his head directly on Siren’s soft, slender thighs.
— "Nothing. Just felt resting on your thighs would be a lot more comfortable!"
With that, Kento comfortably closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep, completely ignoring Siren’s absolute bewilderment. She stared wide-eyed at the young man lying on her lap, then sighed and chose not to disturb him. Siren rested her back against the wall, quietly gazing out through the giant crater toward the endless expanse of dead land stretching outside the city…
In the corridor leading directly to the Federation's central server room, the air was thick with the rusty iron stench of blood and the sharp crackle of sparking severed wires. On the cold metal floor, countless heavily armed guards lay strewn about. Some were missing limbs; others had their chests completely crushed.
Standing in the middle of this blood-soaked battlefield were two massive figures: Renji and Russo—the two young leaders heading the renowned Yakuza and Mafia underground empires.
Renji dusted off his jacket shoulder, shaking his head in boredom:
— "These grunts are a real drag to fight! Didn't even get to warm up my tendons and they’re already all wiped out."
Russo stood beside him, arms crossed over his chest, his sharp hawk eyes scanning every dark corner of the corridor. His voice boomed like rolling thunder:
— "Our mission is to protect the two inside. Don't let a single mosquito slip past that door!"
Renji smirked, looking toward the hallway bend:
— "Speak of the devil... another flock of ants is coming. Looks like we gotta move our hands again."
THUD! THUD! THUD!
A squad of roughly ten elite guards in reinforced armor charged out in unison. Seeing two strangers blocking the server room entrance, they roared, thrusting their energy spears and blades forward.
However, the attack target of all ten guards was Russo's mountain-like body. The alloy blades slammed CLANG! CLANG! against his flesh, leaving only faint scratches that barely registered as an itch.
Russo furrowed his brows, his tone terrifyingly casual:
— "That tickles a bit!"
BOOMMMMM!!!!!!
Without needing any complex techniques, Russo drove all his vital force into his door-sized fist and unleashed a straight strike!
The shockwave from his fist tore through the air, driving straight through the chest cavities of five guards at once! Fresh blood and shattered organs spattered against the steel wall. Russo slowly withdrew his hand, drenched in deep red blood, from the heap of mangled flesh.
The remaining five guards panicked, roaring as they tried to hack him to pieces from behind. But right before they could touch Russo—
SWISH! SWISH! CRACK!!!!!
A terrifying, invisible force swept through! The bodies of the five guards were twisted and torn limb from limb effortlessly, like ripping wet paper. The sound of splintering bones mixed with agonizing screams before being extinguished completely.
Russo turned his head, looking toward the corner:
— "Did you really just stand there watching me fight?"
At that moment, Renji was casually sitting cross-legged atop a "mountain" of guard corpses stacked on top of one another. Amid the death-scented air, the young Yakuza boss calmly flicked his lighter, lit a cigarette, and took a deep drag, exhaling a cloud of murky gray smoke.
Renji chuckled, waving it off:
— "Just watching you show off! After all, you Mafia guys rarely get a chance to go all out."
Russo let out a breath, pulling back his fists.
TAP... TAP... TAP…
Suddenly, slow, measured footsteps echoed from the dark end of the hallway, breaking the brief silence. The metal-shod boots clicked rhythmically against the cold steel floor, each step acting like a clock's pendulum striking straight into the mind of anyone listening.
The footsteps stopped directly across from the two.
A young man stepped out from the shadows. Qin Wuhuang—one of the youngest and most ruthless assassins in the Federation—stood before them. Dressed in dark attire, his hands were casually slipped into his pants pockets. His face was entirely serene, devoid of any fear at the sight of the shredded bodies around him, but an icy killing intent radiated from his entire body, causing the fresh blood droplets on the floor to quiver.
Renji and Russo locked cold eyes on the newcomer.
Renji blew out a stream of smoke, curling his lips:
— "Qin Wuhuang... Did you come here to arrest us?"
Qin Wuhuang stood before the two enforcers, his eyes deep as an icy lake. He tilted his head slightly, his voice soft yet chilling to the bone:
— "I’ve come to take the two of you back!"
Renji gave a dry laugh, flicking his cigarette ash to the floor, a dangerous red glint flashing in his eyes:
— "Constraint is, we still have an important guarding duty at this door... So we can't go with you!"
Qin Wuhuang’s expression instantly hardened. His hands in his pockets shifted slightly.
SWISH!
Renji snapped up from the mountain of corpses, veins bulging on his forehead as he stared directly into Qin Wuhuang’s deep black eyes. Behind him, Russo took a step forward, lowering his center of gravity, his steel fists clenching until his knuckles cracked CRACKLE.
Qin Wuhuang lowered his voice, his killing intent exploding to envelop the entire corridor:
— "In that case... please forgive me for not being polite!"
(To be continued)