Japanese Terrorist: What? I'll fight Hellstar!

Amamiya Rin's lips twitched slightly.

Even with a mask on, you can still recognize him?

It seems he left a very deep impression on the Slit-Mouthed Woman back then.

However, facing the charging Slit-Mouthed Woman, Amamiya Rin remained calm, deftly loaded his bullets, and aimed his gun.

This series of actions took about 0.5 seconds.

However, 0.5 seconds is more than enough time for the Slit-Mouthed Woman, whose speed starts at 33 meters per second and isn't considered fast at 66 meters per second.

In the blink of an eye, the Slit-Mouthed Woman had already crossed the nearly 100-meter corridor and appeared in front of Amamiya Rin.

However, almost at the same moment that the Slit-Mouthed Woman set off, Tomie, who had been standing with her arms crossed in front of Amamiya Rin, moved.

No nonsense, no hesitation.

She took a sudden step forward with her left foot, her strong calf muscles tensing and gathering power, causing the ground to tremble slightly. Her face, masked by a child, was expressionless, but her exposed eyes burned with a fierce, eager fighting spirit.

"Your opponent is me, you ugly monster!"

Before she finished speaking, her right fist had already shot out like a cannonball!

Thirty years in the Dream Boxing Gym, thousands upon thousands of straight punches thrown at the punching bag, sparring partners, and imaginary opponents have etched the techniques of power generation into my very soul.

Combined with the Crimson Lotus Breathing Technique, which was instantly raised to its limit, she concentrated all her strength into one, and her fist tore through the air, emitting a muffled whistling sound.

The slit-mouthed woman's momentum was abruptly stopped by this sudden and incredibly powerful punch!

The scissors she swung just grazed Tomie's arm, while Tomie's fist slammed solidly into her lower abdomen.

"Bang--!!!"

The dull thud of a fist slamming into flesh echoed through the corridor.

The slit-mouthed woman's body suddenly arched, like a shrimp that had been hit in the stomach. She was slid back half a meter by the brute force, and her shoes screeched against the ground.

But she didn't fall. Instead, she used the momentum of her backward slide to dissipate some of the force, letting out a low growl of pain from under her scarf.

"That's it?!"

Tomie flicked her wrist, her voice beneath the mask carrying undisguised mockery.

In reality? Her punch just now felt like hitting a solid wooden stake covered with cowhide—absurdly hard.

This ugly thing is actually quite sturdy.

Well, after all, it's a body that can run 100 or even 200 meters in three seconds, so it's normal for it to be this tough.

The slit-mouthed woman remained silent, her venomous eyes fixed on Tomie before she blurred into a stupor, as if she had teleported.

In an instant, the giant pair of scissors, accompanied by a piercing shriek that seemed to tear through the air, stabbed straight at Tomie's throat!

Tomie's right foot suddenly pulled back, and her body slid half a step to the left and back with a smooth movement, while her upper body turned slightly to the right.

The sharp tip of the scissors almost grazed her neck, and the cold wind it generated made the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end.

"Too slow!"

As Tomie dodged, a swift jab from her left arm struck out like a viper's tongue, precisely hitting the side of her right wrist joint where she was holding the scissors!

"Snapped!"

The slit-mouthed woman's wrist went numb, deflecting her thrust. She reacted swiftly, immediately changing her attack, switching from a thrust to a sweeping cut, slicing down at the waist!

However, by actively entering a meditative state, Tomie had already anticipated the Slit-Mouthed Woman's movements.

She lowered her body, compressing like a spring, as the scissors swept across her head, severing a few strands of hair. In that instant, Tomie's powerful right fist slammed upwards, delivering a vicious uppercut to the exposed ribs of the slit-mouthed woman!

"Well!"

The slit-mouthed woman groaned and stepped back again, the sharp pain in her abdomen causing her to pause slightly.

"It's not over yet!"

Tomie pressed her advantage relentlessly, her footwork as swift as a butterfly, closing the distance in an instant. She unleashed a barrage of jabs with both hands, aiming directly at the Slit-Mouthed Woman's face, chest, and shoulder!

These jabs may not be as powerful as heavy punches, but they are fast and have tricky landing points. After several pressurizations, their bodies are not much weaker than the Slit-Mouthed Woman's. Even jabs can play a role in interfering with and pressuring the Slit-Mouthed Woman, disrupting her rhythm!

The Slit-Mouthed Woman had no choice but to swing her scissors to block, and for a moment she was overwhelmed by the dense and rapid jabs.

Her speed advantage seemed to be neutralized by Tomie's accurate predictions and agile footwork.

Inside the storeroom, Sekiguchi and Ando nearly collapsed to the ground. They grabbed the wall for support, caught their breath, and hurriedly walked out of the storeroom, peering into the corridor.

The scene of Tomie fighting the Slit-Mouthed Woman unfolded before their eyes.

"hiss……"

Sekiguchi and Ando gasped and stood frozen in place.

The woman wearing a ridiculous child mask actually fought the Slit-Mouthed Woman to a standstill with her bare hands.

This is ridiculous! That's a monster!

The two of them felt their worldviews tremble.

Yusuke, standing behind Amamiya Rin, also had his eyes shining. Although he didn't practice boxing, men are naturally drawn to strength. Even though he didn't know his opponent was the Slit-Mouthed Woman, the fluid punches and powerful presence of the woman deeply captivated him.

Amamiya Rin held the modified gun, but didn't fire it immediately. Tomie and the Slit-Mouthed Woman were too fast, and firing easily might hurt their own people.

In the corridor, Tomie became more and more excited as she fought.

Thirty years of boxing experience are ingrained in her bones. Combined with the explosive power and endurance brought by the Red Lotus Breathing Technique, and the anticipation and reaction speed brought by the meditative state, her movements are concise and efficient, without any superfluous elements.

Straight punches, hooks, and uppercuts flowed in a continuous barrage, his footwork agile, always maintaining the optimal distance from the Slit-Mouthed Woman.

Her fists were heavy, each strike carrying solid force. Even when the slit-mouthed woman blocked with her scissors, she could feel the penetrating vibration.

The slit-mouthed woman, unable to break through her defenses, grew increasingly agitated.

Her speed advantage was difficult to fully utilize against Tomie's almost predictable defense and tight boxing stance.

Tomie's defense was impenetrable; her arms were like iron gates, always able to block her attack routes in time.

What annoyed her even more was the woman's eyes—through the eyeholes of that ridiculous mask, there was no fear in those eyes, only a light that was almost a desire to fight.

"asshole!"

With a roar, the Slit-Mouthed Woman suddenly increased her speed again! Her figure became almost blurry, and the scissors transformed into a black whirlwind, abandoning direct combat and choosing to stab, cut, and cleave at Tomie from different angles!

The pressure has increased dramatically!

Tomie's pupils contracted slightly, her breathing rhythm changed instantly, and she pushed the Crimson Lotus Breathing Technique to its limit.

Tomie's dynamic vision and neural responses were pushed to their limits under the blessing of her meditative state. She no longer simply used her eyes to follow, but used her thoughts to perceive the flow of that murderous intent.

She sensed the attack's landing point half a beat in advance, and with fluid movements, she narrowly deflected the fierce attack, still having the strength to counterattack.