Japanese Terrorist: What? I'll fight Hellstar!

"Feng!"

The giant scissors in the Slit-Mouthed Woman's hand, carrying a cold wind, arrived in the blink of an eye. Just as they touched her skin, Amamiya Rin's right heel twisted inward, causing her waist and hips to move, and her body was pulled as if by an invisible rope, sliding half a step to the right.

At the same time, he raised the bone knife he was holding with both hands, the blade cleverly brushing against one side of the scissors, and deflected it outward in the direction from which it was thrust.

"Sizzle—!"

The blade scraped against the scissors with a piercing, sharp sound, and the deadly tip of the scissors grazed the artery on the side of his neck. The cold metallic touch sent shivers down his spine.

Taking advantage of this fleeting opening, Amamiya Rin swung the bone knife back, aiming at the wrist of the slit-mouthed woman holding the scissors.

This slash was cunning and ruthless. Before the Slit-Mouthed Woman could react, the sharp blade tip grazed her wrist, leaving a thin, long bloody mark.

However, the Slit-Mouthed Woman's reaction was also incredibly fierce.

While suffering a wrist injury, the arm holding the scissors used the immense strength of the shoulder joint to forcefully change direction, like swinging a large iron hammer, relying purely on arm strength to swing the scissors horizontally towards Amamiya Rin.

Amamiya Rin clearly predicted the moment when the slit-mouthed woman's deltoid muscles would tighten. Even though she was a non-human monster, her movements were completely in line with human biomechanics.

He reacted immediately, pushing off the ground with his left leg and using his right leg for support, leaning his body backward to the limit, performing a "Iron Bridge" move.

The scissors swept across his abdomen with a fierce gust of wind, the explosion of air creating a shockwave that made his chest and abdomen feel stuffy.

Amamiya Rin pressed his hands to the ground, curled his left leg up like a venomous snake emerging from its hole, and kicked forward with his calf, aiming for the slit-mouthed woman's shinbone!

With a loud "bang!", despite the attack being aimed at a weak point, Amamiya Rin felt as if his foot had struck a solid wall, the recoil making his calf go numb.

Yu Gonglin acted decisively, using the recoil from kicking the opponent's shin to exert force with his waist and abdomen, performing a clean and crisp backward roll, narrowly creating a distance of about two meters.

Almost as soon as his body left his spot, the Slit-Mouthed Woman's scissors slammed down with a dull thud, smashing the concrete ground where he had just been standing into a small crater with a "bang," sending shards of stone flying.

The moment the roll was completed, Amamiya Rin's feet were firmly planted on the ground again. Her body went from motion to stillness, and she assumed a crouching posture. Her bone sword remained steadily in a mid-stance, with the tip slightly lowered, and her eyes locked on the target in front of her.

There's a flaw!

Amamiya Rin's chest contracted sharply, as if compressing all the surrounding air into his lungs.

"Evil is swift and decisive!"

Immediately, a burst of breath erupted from his throat!

With that shout, Amamiya Rin's muscles were stretched to their limit, like a bowstring receiving a command!

With the ball of the foot as the pivot, the right leg, poised to strike, slams its heel into the ground, generating a reaction force that travels through the calf, thigh, and hip, twisting into an explosive thrust!

"Bang!"

With a slight kick of dust beneath his feet, Yu Gonglin's body transformed into a blur of motion, skimming the ground as he suddenly surged forward!

The tip of the bone knife adjusted its angle during the violent surge, and the arms and the blade transformed into a straight steel axis, pouring all the force of the body into the tip of the knife!

The blade slicing through the air with a sharp hiss, grazing the edge of the scissors that the slit-mouthed woman had thrown down, and stabbing straight toward her vital lower body.

"Pfft!"

A dull sound, unlike the impact of metal or bone, rang out as a sharp blade pierced flesh.

The sharpened tip of the bone knife pierced the vulnerable spot in the woman's leg with perfect precision.

"Aaaaaah!!!"

Even a non-human being like the Slit-Mouthed Woman, suffering such a vital blow, let out a distorted and mournful cry. The sound was a mixture of excruciating pain and unbelievable rage. Her body stiffened at first, and then, like a powder keg that had been detonated, a violent power burst forth.

"Die—die!"

Ignoring the bone knife still embedded in her body, she swung the scissors like a hammer, bringing them down with overwhelming force towards Amamiya Rin, who was standing right in front of her.

This attack was devoid of any skill; it was a death storm unleashed purely by superhuman physical strength, moving at an astonishing speed and with enough force to smash a car in half.

But the moment Amamiya Rin landed his blow, he had no thought of taking credit for it.

Almost the instant the blade struck him, his hands gripping the knife twisted in response, widening the wound while simultaneously pulling back with force.

At the same time, his posture, which was conducive to both advancing and changing direction, immediately shifted his center of gravity, suddenly tilting to the right, using his left leg as a pivot, and pushing off backward with his right leg.

"Sizzle!"

The bone knife was forcibly pulled out, leaving a pool of dirty blood.

Meanwhile, Amamiya Rin's body, using the reaction force of pushing off the ground and the clever shift of his center of gravity, slid away like a fish, barely avoiding the slit-mouthed woman's ferocious sweeping scissors, and with an extremely dangerous side slide, narrowly escaped!

The cold tip of the scissors grazed Yu Gonglin's thigh, but he couldn't completely avoid it. The sharp blade cut through his flesh, leaving a wound more than ten centimeters long.

A sharp pain immediately shot through my body, and warm blood quickly soaked my trouser leg.

Amamiya Rin groaned, enduring the excruciating pain in his leg and the exhaustion that followed the outburst, and used the momentum of the side slide to roll to the side and backward.

The roll was somewhat clumsy, but it successfully created a distance of nearly three meters between him and the Slit-Mouthed Woman, leaving behind any potential pursuit.

He knelt on one knee, using the bone knife to support his body, stabilizing his center of gravity, and looked up at the slit-mouthed woman.

But the Slit-Mouthed Woman did not pursue them; instead, she stood still.

Her body leaned against the wall, her waist and abdomen spasming and curling inward as if electrocuted, trying to relieve the unbearable pain. Her legs clenched together and trembled uncontrollably. Filthy blood kept gushing from the wound, flowing down her inner thighs and pooling on the ground.

Amamiya Rin's precise and ruthless strike, though not fatal, was more effective than a fatal blow.

At this moment, the Slit-Mouthed Woman was completely unable to move, and could only stare intently at Amamiya Rin with her venomous eyes.

Amamiya Rin met the slit-mouthed woman's gaze without changing his expression, and then uttered the incantation that was supposed to be effective.

"Pomade! Pomade! Pomade!"

With three consecutive screech sounds, the slit-mouthed woman's gaze towards Amamiya Rin became even more ferocious, a gaze that seemed to wish she could devour Amamiya Rin alive, mixed with a strong sense of resentment.

Reluctantly, she turned and ran away, her legs clamped together awkwardly, staggering and dragging herself with small, quick steps. Her posture was contorted and disheveled, but her speed was by no means slow.

She practically dragged herself along, staggering as she disappeared into the shadows deep within the alley.