Japanese Terrorist: What? I'll fight Hellstar!

Sword energy, not light beams, is a little trick that the swordsman Tomie developed.

Use the rhythm of your breathing to keep the ripples in balance between the movement of inhalation and exhalation.

In the extremely short time it takes for a single breath to pass, the ripples, before they can even be released from the Resurrection Sword, have already flowed back into the body of the swordsman Tomie.

Through countless cycles and skillful control, the life force remained wrapped around the sword.

The bursts and compressions of the cycle between stillness and motion give the sword energy wrapped around the sword the quality of a cannonball, making it no less powerful than the mouth cannon of a resurrected master.

Swordswoman Tomie marched forward step by step, bullets raining down like a storm, yet unable to stop her.

The collision of metal and energy created rings of light around Mars, as if draping her in a fleeting star ring.

Witnessing this exaggerated power, everyone was stunned and their minds went blank for a moment.

"monster……"

A soldier muttered absentmindedly, his finger trembling as he pulled the trigger.

"Energy weapons? Optical shields?!"

The Superintendent's voice sounded slightly off.

"Star Wars? Are we just cannon fodder standing in front of the Jedi Knights, getting casually killed?"

The deputy director's eye twitched as he stared at the woman wielding the lightsaber. A sense of unreality made him almost want to laugh.

Unrest began to break out among the soldiers on the front line.

They watched the woman walking through the hail of bullets, watched their own bullets shatter in vain against the white flash of the sword, and an absurd sense of dread washed over them.

"Don't stop! Don't panic! So what if you can deflect bullets? Can you deflect a water cannon?"

The Superintendent General of Police took a deep breath, picked up a megaphone, and shouted loudly.

At a command, the riot control water cannon truck roared as it adjusted its angle, its massive muzzle aimed at Kengo Tomie.

"emission!"

The water cannon truck suddenly shuddered, and a torrent as thick as a bucket shot out from its massive muzzle, roaring like a white dragon as it charged straight toward the white light curtain in the smoke and dust!

However, even as the massive, roaring water dragon hurtled towards them, the swordsman Tomie did not stop.

With a flick of her wrist, she switched the lightsaber from defense to offense, drawing a sharp arc of light from bottom to top, directly at the point of impact of the water dragon!

"cut!"

The shout wasn't loud, but it drowned out the roar of the water cannon.

The white sword light precisely sliced ​​into the water column.

There was no earth-shattering explosion, but the unstoppable, thick water dragon, starting from the point where the sword light cut in, was as if it had been cleaved in two by an invisible, peerless blade!

The water flow was forcibly diverted by the terrifying mass and sharpness contained in the sword energy, turning into countless chaotic water droplets that exploded to both sides!

However, this is not over yet.

Following the momentum of her sword swing, the swordswoman Tomie kicked off the ground, her body shooting forward like an arrow through the gap in the cleaved water!

Her speed was so fast that she left afterimages. Almost in line with the sword light she had unleashed, she covered a distance of tens of meters in the blink of an eye and approached the water cannon truck!

The operator on the vehicle only saw a flash of white light before a figure appeared ghost-like in front of the vehicle.

With one hand, the swordsman Tomie unleashed a violent surge of white light from her sword, as if it bore the weight of a thousand pounds, as she slashed down fiercely at the heavy body of the water cannon truck!

"Swoosh—Boom—!!!"

With a deafening roar of metal twisting and breaking and the sound of the internal hydraulic system exploding, the sword energy compressed to the extreme, like a hot knife cutting through butter, instantly tore through the special steel. The entire thick cannon barrel, along with part of the vehicle's structure, was cleaved in two by this sword!

The high-pressure water, which had been confined inside, was now out of control and sprayed wildly from the broken section and the muzzle, lashing out like a giant water whip. The nearby soldiers were terrified and fled in panic.

The sight of the water cannon truck being cleaved in two by a single sword strike was etched into the retinas of every soldier as if in slow motion.

The shrill whistling of metal tearing apart, the muffled thud of high-pressure water bursting open, the terrified shouts of soldiers fleeing in panic... all these sounds mingled together, yet seemed to be separated by an invisible membrane, appearing distant and unreal.

Gazing at the devastated area and the female swordsman so close at hand, a brief silence fell over the battlefield.

All the gunfire stopped, not only because the swordsman Tomie had already charged into the enemy lines, where friend and foe were mixed together, but also because of the mental pressure brought by that sword strike, enough to crush the fighting will of ordinary people.

The soldiers stared wide-eyed, mouths agape, at the figure standing amidst the twisted steel and billowing mist. Cold sweat trickled down their backs, and a chilling sensation shot from their tailbone to the top of their heads, making their scalps tingle and their palms, gripping their weapons, slick with sweat.

Was that really a human? Using a glowing short sword, cleaving through a riot control vehicle reinforced with special steel like cutting a cardboard box? Is this really something a flesh-and-blood human could do?

Confusion and fear arose simultaneously in the hearts of all the soldiers who witnessed this scene, like a plague.

Like the deputy director, people had the same thought and imagined the same scene.

Even the Jedi Knights wielding lightsabers in the Star Wars movies couldn't be more impressive.

Are they playing extras who charge at Jedi Knights one after another, only to be killed by lightsabers?

"What's wrong?"

Swordswoman Tomie's gaze swept over the solidified defensive line and the faces filled with fear and dread. She spoke coldly and expressionlessly.

"Why stop the attack?"

There was no smugness, no provocation, and not even much emotion in her tone; it was as if she were asking about something perfectly ordinary.

But this calm inquiry was more embarrassing than any interrogation.

"Is it because... I accidentally showed you my slightly serious side, so... I'm afraid to do it again?"

She took a step forward, splashing water everywhere she stepped on it.

This move caused a visible commotion in the entire defensive line, like a startled hedgehog, with the soldiers instinctively retreating in fear of its power.

Morale has declined, and people's hearts have scattered; anyone can realize this.

Especially the Superintendent General of Police who was observing the situation from behind.

Upon hearing the voice of the swordsman Tomie, his face turned from pale to ashen, a color of embarrassment and anger.

"Don't be intimidated by her bluff! She is indeed strong! But don't forget, we have plenty of manpower! We have even more powerful weapons we haven't used! Helicopters! Snipers! Heavy firepower teams! Reorganize! She's alone!"

He grabbed the megaphone, and his voice, strained with forced authority, blared through the loudspeaker.

However, such a statement is rather ridiculous.

Especially in the current context, it reveals an undeniable sense of insecurity and paleness.

How could a force with hundreds of elite special police officers, various advanced riot control equipment, and symbolizing the country's internal law enforcement power need to so desperately emphasize its own advantages in order to boost morale that has been shaken by one person? This in itself is a wonderful irony.

Even Tomie Maro, who was inside, chuckled softly.

"What a ridiculous show."

She sat facing the main entrance, her chin resting on her slender arm, her posture as languid as a VIP watching a stage play, a mocking curve to her red lips.

Not only Tomie Mara, but many soldiers on the defensive line, even in the midst of extreme tension, clearly sensed the underlying weakness in the commander's words.

Behind those seemingly inspiring shouts lies an undisguised cowardice and panic about the situation spiraling out of control. How can such pronouncements truly rouse the already timid morale?

The swordswoman Tomie listened quietly. She raised her short sword, the tip casually pointing to the ground, the white light reflecting off the damp ground in flickering patterns.

"Yeah?"

She asked in return.

"Since you have the advantage, and since you have even more powerful weapons..."

Swordswoman Tomie's gaze swept over the helicopters circling overhead, over the sniper positions emanating a dangerous aura in the distance, and finally returned to the direction of the Superintendent General.

"Then why aren't you attacking?"

She tilted her head slightly, her black hair slipping down her shoulder.

"Is it because you're taking your time, waiting for the perfect opportunity? Or are you ashamed of relying on your superior numbers and weaponry to take on a single enemy? Or perhaps... you all know the truth in your hearts—"

Swordswoman Tomie took a step forward, splashing water beneath her feet. The white light of her short sword suddenly intensified for a moment, as if it were breathing.

"Even if we use up all the bullets here, and bombard you with all the shells, we still won't be a match for you. So, you hesitated, you were afraid, and you don't know whether continuing to fight will result in my death or your own."

The voice of the swordswoman Tomie cut into the hearts of those around her like a dull knife, for that was exactly what they were thinking.

I am human, how could a human possibly defeat a monster?

If we continue fighting, we'll definitely die, right?

Every soldier had a similar thought.

After the swordsman Tomie revealed their thoughts, feelings of guilt and shame welled up inside her.

"Want to run away? It's fine. I don't intend to hunt down cowards. Those who run away don't deserve to die by my sword."

Swordswoman Tomie tilted her head and said calmly.

She clicked her tongue as she said that.

She wanted to kill everyone in one fell swoop, to do it cleanly and efficiently.

However, there is one person who will dislike this ruthless approach.

Therefore, leave a way out.

Those who escape can live; those who don't escape have chosen their own path to death. No wonder she was so ruthless.

The unrest on the defensive line reached its peak.

The soldiers exchanged glances, seeing only the same fear and unease in their comrades' eyes.

Losing your job is better than losing your life.

Do you really expect their bosses to charge into battle against an invincible enemy? Are you kidding me! They might as well destroy the country that's sending them to their deaths.

Some people unconsciously took a step back, then another took a second step back, and some subconsciously reached for the tactical pockets at their waists, which contained smoke grenades, not for attack, but for covering the retreat.

"No! This can't go on!"

The Superintendent General of Police immediately realized the danger.

If the enemy further demoralizes our side, we might be defeated without a fight, or even flee at the mere sight of them.

Ordinary special police officers can escape, but if he abandons those hostages and runs away, his political life will be over.

"Rocket launchers! Anti-armor team! Quickly!"

The Superintendent General immediately grabbed a communicator and issued orders to the anti-armor team.

The deep voice was urging and impatient. Upon hearing the order, the two soldiers carrying AT4 rocket launchers looked at each other, but still leaned out from behind the cover, aimed, and then pulled the trigger!

"Screech—!" "Screech—!"

Two rockets, trailing blazing white flames, flew from the left and right, flanking the swordsman Tomie who was standing in front of the water cannon truck!

As the two rockets hurtled towards him, a pleased smile appeared on the face of the swordsman Tomie.

"That's more like it."

The moment she finished speaking, she moved.

Instead of dodging, they charged straight at the rocket!

Crimson Lotus Breathing Technique - Ultimate Burst! Her immense life force surged forth under the rhythm of her breathing, granting her muscles explosive power. In an instant, her speed increased to a blur, almost imperceptible to the naked eye!

A lightning-fast draw of the sword!

The trajectory of the blade was so fast that only a blurry afterglow remained. The first rocket, less than three meters to her side, was precisely sliced ​​in two by the light!

Boom! ...

The rocket that was detonated prematurely exploded into a fireball in mid-air, with fragments and shockwaves spreading in all directions. However, the figure of the swordsman Tomie had already passed by the edge of the explosion like a ghost, and the white sword energy pointed towards the side of the second rocket!

It's not about chopping, but about skillfully guiding and manipulating.

"clang!"

With a crisp impact, the trajectory of the second rocket was forcibly deflected by nearly ninety degrees by the immense force transmitted from the sword tip, and it shot off crookedly toward another armored vehicle that was serving as cover on the side!

"No--!!"

The soldiers next to the armored vehicle fell to the ground in terror, but it was no use.

"boom!!!"

A deafening explosion rang out as the armored vehicle was directly hit by a rocket. The vehicle twisted and shattered in the flames, with burning debris and fragments scattering everywhere.

Meanwhile, the swordswoman Tomie, who had orchestrated all of this, took advantage of the chaos and firelight to dash into the infantry defense line directly in front of her with lightning speed!

The long and short swords transformed into the scythe of death.

Every swing was accompanied by the slicing of steel armor, the breaking of firearms, and the dull thud of a person falling to the ground.

There were no screams, because the blade was too fast, and the urge to sever consciousness followed. Before many soldiers were even struck, the thought of being severed had already invaded their minds, leaving them blank and unconscious.

The real strike followed, clean and swift.

She moved like a tiger among sheep, leaving chaos and destruction in her wake. The automatic rifle fire appeared clumsy and slow before her; often, before the muzzle could even be aimed, the arm holding the gun would be severed at the shoulder. Soldiers attempting close combat couldn't even touch the hem of her clothes before being blasted away by the immense force of her sword, their tendons and bones broken.

Because she had already plunged into the crowd and mingled with the soldiers, the helicopters in mid-air hesitated to fire, fearing friendly fire. The snipers in the distance also lost their firing angle and could only watch helplessly. The Superintendent General could only futilely grip his communicator, watching that white figure unleash a blood-soaked storm within the crowd.