Japanese Terrorist: What? I'll fight Hellstar!

The end of the preparation phase is the beginning of the suffering.

When Amamiya Rin began to accept the increased pressure, time seemed to stretch out tenfold.

After training, every muscle in his body was trembling violently.

For a moment, I could hardly feel my limbs, and I didn't even have the strength to move a finger.

My vision was blurry, my ears were ringing, and all I could hear was my heart beating heavily and slowly in my chest, each pump bringing a throbbing pain to all the blood vessels in my body.

"Hey, are you even capable?"

The words, which were quite humiliating to a man, rang in Yu Gonglin's ears. A pair of strong, powerful arms reached in, passing under his armpits and knees, and lifted Yu Gonglin up.

Tomie Kawakami has already undergone five rounds of pressure treatment, and her recovery ability is phenomenal. Her pain tolerance is also among the best in the world, and she easily adapted to the minor side effects of the pressure treatment.

Amamiya Rin had no strength to refute, and even thinking was difficult for her.

His face was pale, his lips were bloodless, and his eyelids were half-closed. He was relying on his willpower to maintain his last bit of consciousness and prevent himself from falling asleep due to exhaustion and pain.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Kawakami Tomie carried Amamiya Rin and walked steadily toward the gym exit. The students who were still resting couldn't help but look over with envious eyes.

"I'm so envious!"

"He even had the strength to carry that newcomer away! Impressive!"

"Her muscles are so beautiful!"

"I wonder when I'll be able to develop such strong muscles?"

"This woman has exceptional talent!"

……

The students whispered among themselves, their envious gazes drifting over Kawakami Tomie's arms and legs as she held Amamiya Rin.

Even the coaches and senior students looked on in surprise. Although Kawakami Tomie's experience was not long, her abilities had already surpassed those of all the members of the [Drink Sports Club] gym.

"Perhaps she will be the one who sticks to my fitness theory the longest."

The coach crossed his arms and watched as Kawakami Tomie steadily carried the person away. He grinned, revealing his teeth, yellowed from tobacco, and his eyes were filled with excitement.

Ignoring the stares from behind, Tomie Kawakami carried Rin Amamiya out of the gym. The afternoon sun shone down without any obstruction, making Rin Amamiya instinctively close her eyes. But once she was free from the metallic, ozone-filled, and invisible pressure of the gym, Rin Amamiya felt much lighter.

Tomie walked straight to the jeep parked by the roadside and took the keys from Amamiya Rin's pocket.

She freed one hand to open the back door of the car, put Yu Gonglin inside, and let him lie flat on the back seat.

However, as soon as he touched the relatively soft car seat, Amamiya Rin's tense nerves couldn't help but relax a little.

A deeper weariness welled up inside him, almost threatening to engulf him entirely.

Amamiya Rin bit the tip of her tongue, the rusty taste filling her mouth, using the stinging pain to stay awake.

Tomie closed the back door, then opened the driver's side door and got in. She fastened her seatbelt, started the car, and moved with practiced ease. The engine roared to life, and cool air blew from the air conditioning vents.

The car smoothly entered the lane, merged into the afternoon traffic, and headed towards the luxury apartment in Setagaya Ward.

A moment later, Tomie Kawakami carried Rin Amamiya up to their apartment room.

Pushing open the door, I found the living room quite lively.

On the sofa, Tomie, who aims to become a vampire, is sitting with her legs crossed, flipping through an old hardcover book with faded gold-embossed Latin on the cover. It is the black magic book that she confiscated from Miyuki Kawahara.

Hearing the noise, she looked up, her gaze sweeping over Amamiya Rin before landing on Kawakami Tomie, who was carrying Amamiya Rin into the room. Her lips immediately curled up in disapproval.

A dark-colored waterproof cloth was spread out on the carpet, and some strange things were placed on it.

The most eye-catching item is a ruggedly designed rifle.

It looks like it was crudely pieced together from various scrap parts, with a seamless steel pipe serving as the barrel, and rough copper coils tightly wrapped around the outside. The coils are connected to several capacitor groups that are tied together with tape and wires, and two thick wires are trailing behind, connected to a pair of batteries placed side by side.

The entire device, with its exposed metal and coils and no outer casing, exuded a dangerous aura that suggested it could explode at any moment.

Next to it was a shotgun that was clearly hand-assembled, several bottles of murky liquid in glass bottles, and a few irregularly shaped bombs and some bullets.

A woman named Tomie was sitting nearby, wiping a gun with a soft cloth. Hearing the door open, she picked up the rifle, pointed it at Tomie Kawakami, pressed her finger on the trigger, and curled a provocative smirk at the corner of her mouth.

Kawakami Tomie ignored the malice of the two imposters, especially the one holding the rifle, whom she looked at with contempt.

She released Amamiya Rin, letting him lean against the wall to steady himself, and looked at Tomie, who was holding a gun, her voice carrying a confident mockery.

"Seven steps away, the gun is fast; within seven steps, I guarantee you won't have time to pull the trigger."

"Wrong! Within seven paces, the gun is both accurate and fast!"

Om-!

As Gunfire Tomie spoke, a low and rapid hum of electricity rang out, the capacitor bank on the gun body lit up with a dangerous arc of blue light, and the coil wrapped around the barrel suddenly glowed!

"Bang!!!"

It wasn't the loud bang of gunpowder exploding, but a sharper, more piercing sound, like a high-speed object tearing through the air!

A blurry gray shadow shot out from the muzzle of the gun, faster than an air gun, and aimed at Tomie's face!

In the blink of an eye, the meat-changing Fujiang moved.

Her center of gravity instantly dropped, her knees bent slightly, and her entire upper body, like a pendulum, veered sharply to the lower left, using her spine as the axis!

The whistling steel balls grazed her tousled hair, the strong wind slapped her forehead, and even snapped a strand of hair, leaving a red mark on her earlobe.

And her movements did not stop at all.

Before she could finish dodging, she unleashed the full power of her right foot as she pushed off the ground!

The strong calf muscles suddenly bulged, stretching the fabric of the athletic shorts taut.

The living room carpet ripped under the strain, and Tomie's figure transformed into a cannonball, instantly bridging the distance between the two!

Gunfire Tomie's pupils contracted sharply; she wanted to make another move, but it was too late.

Meat-modified Tomie had already rushed in front of her, landing on the balls of her feet to stop her momentum, and then quickly pushing off with her back foot, her center of gravity as stable as a rock.

Even more horrifying, her right fist, along with her entire right arm, began to undergo a terrifying transformation visible to the naked eye during this process!

The already well-defined biceps and forearm muscles expanded wildly as if inflated, or more accurately, they piled up.

The muscle fibers under the skin twitched violently, their color deepened rapidly, and their texture became like the hardwood of gnarled old tree roots. On the surface of the fist, a layer of dense, grayish-white keratinous material proliferated wildly.

In the blink of an eye, it formed a bone fist twice the size of an ordinary person, with jagged edges and a battering ram-like shape!