Japanese Terrorist: What? I'll fight Hellstar!

"The knife severs the flesh, the heart severs the soul!"

Amamiya Rin gritted his teeth, concentrated his mental energy once again, and gripped the long sword deep within his consciousness.

All the skills honed over twenty-one years, the basic forms repeated countless times in that long and monotonous dream, were slashed out at the twenty-five people ahead along the [Kara Network].

(Tang Zhu!)

The vertical downward slash, with immense force, seemed to cleave the skull and hip bones in one fell swoop!

"Well--!"

Twenty-five bodies simultaneously straightened upwards and convulsed violently, as if an invisible giant axe had cleaved their skulls open.

(The cassock cuts! Go against the cassock!)

The Heart Sword swung diagonally downwards to the right, following the trajectory from the right shoulder to the left waist, and then immediately swung upwards again, coming from left to right in succession.

"ah--!"

The blade sliced ​​through the chest cavity with unstoppable force, the right collarbone seemed to snap instantly, and the tearing sensation spread all the way through the chest to the left abdomen. The second cut followed immediately, intersecting with the blade to form a huge X.

The excruciating pain of having their lungs and hearts torn apart caused Ayaka Hashimoto and the others to clutch their chests, arch their backs, open their mouths wide, and gag, spitting out a spray of saliva.

(Pheasant on the left! Pheasant on the right!)

The horizontal slashes, one to the left and one to the right, precisely aimed at the neck.

The cold, sharp blade brushed against his throat again, more distinct and deadly than the first time.

They instinctively shrank their necks and covered their necks with their hands, as if that could block the long sword that Amamiya Rin slashed out.

However, they only felt their heads getting lighter and lighter, and at the moment the blade swept across, all twenty-five heads flew up at the same time.

(Cut left up! Cut right up!)

The two consecutive stabs went from the root of the thigh upwards, through the abdomen and chest, down to the jaw.

The cold, tearing sensation of their internal organs being exposed to the air after their abdomens were cut open caused them to curl up and fall to the ground, clutching their stomachs with their hands, their bodies huddled together, trembling uncontrollably.

(against the wind!)

A cold arc swept across the sky, and all twenty-five people simultaneously felt a chill on their waists. The terrifying illusion of their upper and lower bodies separating was crystal clear, and the feeling of imbalance drained the strength from their bodies.

(Thrust!)

The will focused into the sharpest point, transforming into a cold, sharp blade that pierced through twenty-five hearts simultaneously, following the countless tangled nerve bundles!

"Pfft—!"

The women shuddered, a sharp pain as if their hearts had been pierced surged into their brains, their bulging eyes became unfocused and lifeless, and their mouths opened unconsciously, but no sound could be uttered.

The resistance of muscles and bones being forcibly broken, and the resulting feeling of exhaustion... every detail is so real it's devastating, as if life is truly about to end with this one stab.

In their final moments of losing consciousness, they all "saw" the same scene: a mangled body lying in a pool of blood, its neck neatly severed, its head separated from its body, its chest bulging outwards, its ribs broken, its internal organs shattered, its waist cut horizontally, and bits of flesh from its large intestine and internal organs scattered all over the ground. There was also a clear hole in the heart area, from which blood was gushing out.

Nine fatal slash marks covered their bodies, leaving them mangled and broken, like wrecked dolls.

The shadow of death loomed over them with unmistakable realism. The light in everyone's eyes quickly dimmed, and their bodies, having lost all support, slumped limply downwards.

Almost at the same time, Amamiya Rin's body also began to tremble violently.

His face turned deathly pale, large beads of cold sweat appeared on his forehead, and he swayed as he fell against the wall, using it to support himself.

The excruciating pain of being pierced by a sharp blade also exploded within him. For a moment, his vision went black, and the illusion of death surged like a tide, trying to drag his consciousness into darkness as well.

Hypnotic suggestion and swordsmanship, combined with over twenty years of cultivation, not only overwhelmed the consciousness of others but also fed back through the [Kara Network]. This technique, which harms the enemy a thousand while damaging oneself eight hundred, was something that Amamiya Rin himself could not avoid.

"I'm not dead..."

Amamiya Rin squeezed out a sound through clenched teeth, signaling to her brain.

"Breathing, heartbeat... I'm alive, I'm not injured, my body is perfectly fine..."

Amamiya Rin clenched her teeth so tightly that her gums almost bled, using all her willpower to fight against the feeling of death.

A strong will to survive, like a raging fire, fought against the urge to have his body slicing apart. He had to use self-suggestion to make his brain aware that his heart was still beating and his blood was still flowing.

Otherwise, he himself would suffer brain death.

However, this tenacity for survival was also imprinted in the minds of the women through the neural network of the twenty-six people.

On the floor, the women who had fainted twitched almost simultaneously.

Amamiya Rin's tenacious, almost savage, sense of "living" brutally tore apart the dark abyss that had swallowed his consciousness.

At the same time, all 25 people resumed their normal breathing rhythm, their chests began to rise and fall again, like drowning people finally surfacing, and they suddenly opened their eyes.

"I'm not dead?"

"I'm alive?"

"Wasn't I beheaded?"

With rapid breathing, the group struggled to sit up, their faces filled with the bewilderment of someone who had survived a disaster, and their eyes filled with a deep-seated fear.

Pairs of white eyes looked at Amamiya Rin, their fear barely concealed.

Their bodies did not die, but the feeling of being cut open, pierced, and dismembered was deeply etched into their neural memory.

"Go back! Or you'll die again!"

Amamiya Rin's gaze was icy as she swept it across the faces of the people in front of her.

They supported each other, their eyes darting away, avoiding eye contact with Yu Gonglin.

"you……"

The women stared intently at Yu Gonglin, the paleness in their eyes gradually fading, and their black pupils reappearing.

(Our consciousnesses live and die together; if we die, you die too!)

Having tasted the bitterness of death, they dared not even utter harsh words, only thinking about it in their hearts.

"You won't die, you'll just experience death."

Amamiya Rin carefully corrected their words.

He had already died once, though it was painful, he could endure it.

What he found even more unbearable than the experience of death was the coercion he suffered at the hands of these women.

He endured hardship and studied diligently so that he would no longer be subject to others.

Everyone's cranial nerves are connected by [Kara], so even if Amamiya Rin doesn't say anything, the people opposite him know exactly what he's thinking.

"You'll regret this sooner or later; we'll eventually become one."

Gazing at the resolute Amamiya Rin, Hashimoto Ayaka, Mio Yukiko, and the others slowly retreated, speaking with absolute certainty.

Before Yu Gonglin could respond, crisp footsteps suddenly came from the end of the corridor.

Snap, snap, snap...

The person approached slowly, seemingly barefoot, the sound of their bare feet on the tiles echoing in the distance.

Everyone, including Amamiya Rin, instinctively looked toward the source of the sound.