Japanese Terrorist: What? I'll fight Hellstar!

On the stage, Mario still stood there, gripping the barre. He glanced at Leilia kneeling opposite him, took a deep breath, and his gaze hardened once more.

"Lelia, don't worry. I won't fail."

Despite Leilia's attempts to dissuade him, he showed no sign of backing down. Instead, he looked at Leilia with deep affection and confessed his love loudly.

"I will definitely finish this performance, and then! I will formally propose to you!"

The surrounding audience gradually became more and more excited.

"What's going on?"

"I don't know, is it part of the performance? Look, even the principal didn't react."

"Wow, this circus script is quite dramatic."

Unlike the troubles of Amamiya Rin and Tomie, in their eyes, Mario and Lelia's lines are more like a theatrical performance before the actual show.

No one took Leilia's words seriously; to them, her cries about demons and death were nothing more than the prelude to a romantic love story.

"Go for it, Mario!"

Some people even whistled and clapped for Mario.

"Mario! No! Don't do this!"

Leilia cried out in alarm, but her voice was drowned out by applause and cheers.

Mario was determined and wouldn't listen to Lelia's advice.

He took a deep breath, gripped the horizontal bar hanging in mid-air, and pushed off with his feet, using the momentum to launch himself into the air. He soared through the air along the arc of the rope, leaping towards Leilia on the opposite platform.

The audience inside the tent held their breath, their eyes glued to the figure in mid-air. Many instinctively covered their mouths, a mixture of tension and anticipation in their voices.

On the high platform, Leilia was speechless.

She simply knelt there, her hands clasped together and pressed to her lips, tears streaming down her face as she trembled silently.

Mario's movements were fluid and graceful, displaying the top level of his training over the years. He was about to use the momentum to swing to the opposite platform.

However, just as the two were only a few meters apart, at that crucial moment of aerial connection, a strange and inexplicable feeling of weightlessness suddenly enveloped Mario's body.

His arms suddenly lost their strength and he could no longer grip the bar. It was as if an invisible hand was pulling his body downwards. He lost his balance and plummeted straight down to the open ground!

Gravity became incredibly monstrous at that moment, like an invisible giant hand pulling Mario down violently. The wind howled past his ears, his clothes billowed upwards, and his hair was torn into a mess by the air currents.

On the high platform, Leilia's screams tore through the night sky.

"ah--!!"

The voice was no longer a human voice, but a despair bursting forth from the deepest part of the soul.

Her body lurched forward, landing face-first on the railing. Her outstretched arms groped futilely in the air, her nails scraping against the surface, but she couldn't hold onto anything.

Tears rolled down her face, shattering into countless tiny specks of light in mid-air.

The audience seemed to have been put on pause; all sound vanished at the same moment.

Some people had their mouths open, some covered their mouths, some had already stood up, and some had spilled popcorn all over the ground without anyone bending down to pick it up.

The children stared wide-eyed, and the adults' faces turned deathly pale in that instant.

"ah--!"

The screams finally erupted, filled with terror and panic.

"It fell!"

"Oh my god! There's no safety net!"

"Call an ambulance immediately!"

Some people covered their children's eyes, while others turned their heads away, unable to bear the sight. It was hard for anyone to accept that coming to watch a performance at such a famous circus would result in witnessing such a horrific scene of death.

In the shadows of the stage, Babyrus's lips curled into a cold, cruel smile, his eyes gleaming with greed as he silently awaited the moment his life would end.

But the expected loud crash of a heavy object falling did not come the next second.

Just as Mario was about to hit the ground, an invisible and intangible force quietly spread out, steadily supporting his rapidly falling body.

All the impact of the fall was instantly dissipated, and Mario seemed to land on a soft cloud, his body slowly sinking down until he finally landed steadily on the ground.

For a moment, the entire hall fell silent.

Mario got up, looked down at his intact hands and feet, then suddenly looked up at the platform more than ten meters high, his face full of confusion and disbelief, his heart pounding, still immersed in the shock of escaping death.

He simply couldn't understand how he could have fallen from a height of over ten meters and still be unharmed.

"Mario!"

Leilia, who was on the high platform, slowly opened her eyes. Looking at her lover who was unharmed on the ground, she was stunned at first, then burst into tears of joy, but she was still trembling all over, still feeling lingering fear.

A few seconds later, hesitant applause rang out from the audience.

"Is it... a special skill?"

"Definitely, look, he's not hurt at all."

"This circus is amazing; they can even control such a thrilling scene so well."

……

The audience was filled with doubt and confusion. No one could figure out how Mario could fall from such a height and be unharmed. Could it be that the ground only looked solid, but was actually a soft cushion underneath?

On one side of the stage, Babirus's smile froze, his expression darkening visibly. His sharp gaze pierced through the crowd, locking onto Amamiya Rin in the audience, his eyes brimming with intense malice.

At this moment, Amamiya Rin was gently rubbing her temples with her fingers, her eyes revealing obvious fatigue.

Using Ultraman's telekinesis as a human is already exhausting, not to mention that he doesn't have the enormous energy of an Ultraman. No matter what kind of skill he uses, it will consume his own soul power. This double consumption is really terrible.

However, there was no other way; Tomie Moro's attitude was what it was, and they couldn't just tear off the mask and start a war directly.

Fortunately, these demons rarely kill without personally carrying out their tasks. As long as we cooperate, we can buy some time for the other Tomie members to arrive.

Babylus stared at Amamiya Rin, and after a brief silence, he laughed.

The smile was no longer concealed; the widening of his mouth was greater than ever before, revealing two rows of neat teeth, making him appear particularly ferocious and eerie.

"Ladies and gentlemen—!"

His voice rang out again, still with that exaggerated excitement.

"I'm so sorry, Mario, the star of our group, actually made a mistake during the performance!"

Babyrus shook his head, feigning admiration.

"Oh dear! What a pity, what a shame. If he had succeeded, he could have married the most beautiful Miss Leilia. Unfortunately, he failed."

"But it's okay."

Babyrus spread his hands, and the smile on his face grew wider and wider, almost reaching his ears.

"Even if you're not an actor from our troupe, it doesn't matter. As long as you can complete this performance, whoever you are, you can marry the beautiful Leilia."

He paused, his gaze sweeping across the audience, a strange light flashing in his eyes.

"Ladies and gentlemen, would anyone be willing to give it a try?"

He spread his arms wide, making an exaggerated invitation gesture toward the audience, and the smile on his lips deepened.

The moment the words left his mouth, the atmosphere in the audience changed.

As if propelled by some force, the men began to stand up.

One, two, ten... More and more figures rose from their seats, their eyes burning and cheeks flushed. Their gazes were fixed on the beautiful woman on the platform, dressed in a plain white dress, her tears still wet on her cheeks, and a strange light burning deep in their pupils.

"What? You can marry that beautiful young woman?"

"I'll do it!"

"let me!"

"I can do it! I can marry her!"

"I want to join too!"

The sounds rose and fell, jostling and pushing, like a pack of wild dogs drawn to a bone, surging toward the stage.

Someone stepped on the back of the front seat, someone tripped and almost fell, but no one stopped or hesitated.

"How dare you say that! The most beautiful thing! That ugly woman dares to call herself beautiful in front of me?"

Tomie Kawakami also stood up, her face contorted with undisguised malice and anger.

"Now is not the time to worry about such trivial things, is it?"

Amamiya Rin's eyelids twitched.

There are so many people, at least a hundred.

If they all fell from that high platform, how many could his Ultra Psycho-power catch?

Three? Five? Ten?

and then?

With their soul power exhausted, could they only watch helplessly as the remaining people were reduced to minced meat?

Amamiya Rin's gaze fell on Babylus, who met her eyes and made an inviting gesture.

It was as if he were saying, "Do you want to save humanity? Then please continue, keep saving, I'll provide as many dangers as you need, just let me see your performance."

"What?! This isn't some trivial matter; it concerns my dignity!"

Tomie Kawakami didn't care about Rin Amamiya's thoughts, she said indignantly.

"If you keep arguing about ugly women calling themselves beautiful, that's hurting your dignity. Real beauties don't care about ugly women's self-righteousness; instead, they'll laugh at you from the sidelines."

As Amamiya Rin stood up, he dealt with Kawakami Tomie.

What should we do next? There's no need to think about it anymore.

If we want to save everyone, we can't wait for the other Tomies to arrive.

Amamiya Rin took a deep breath, raised her hands, held them flat in front of her with palms facing each other and fingers slightly spread.

Then--

"Slap, slap, slap."

Three rounds of applause.

The first sound, like a muffled thunderclap rolling in from afar, pressed down on the canvas at the top of the tent, making the hanging colorful flags tremble.

The second impact was like a giant hammer striking an anvil; the sound waves reflected, overlapped, and amplified back and forth in the enclosed space, causing the seats in the audience to tremble slightly.

The third sound exploded like a thunderclap in everyone's ears, piercing through all the noise, overwhelming all the sounds, and drilling straight into everyone's eardrums.

With Amamiya Rin's physical abilities, even just clapping can exert a power similar to a sonic weapon.

The tent fell silent instantly.

The men who were pushing forward froze simultaneously. Some maintained their forward-moving posture, while others still had their arms outstretched in mid-air, but the fervor on their faces cooled down little by little, like embers extinguished by ice water.

Then they sensed it.

An indescribable sense of oppression emanated from a certain direction in the audience.

That wasn't murderous intent, nor was it hostility; it was an overwhelming crushing force on a life level, like a rabbit suddenly realizing that the person standing in front of it wasn't a human, but a cheetah.

The feeling makes your heart clench involuntarily, makes it hard to breathe, makes your knees weak, and makes your back covered in a fine layer of cold sweat.

All eyes were drawn to the oppressive aura surrounding the young man who had stood up.

Amamiya Rin stood in front of the third row of seats, his posture as straight as a sword. He was dressed in dark casual clothes, the fabric stretched taut by the lines of his shoulders and back, his broad shoulders casting heavy shadows in the dim light.

He just stood there, just looking at everyone.

But everyone sensed it.

An invisible yet heavy sense of presence, one that instinctively makes one want to submit, suddenly spread from the young man standing in front of the seat.

Like a mountain, like a sea, like an ancient behemoth awakening.

The air inside the tent seemed to freeze.

Those moths that were just moments ago so eager to fly into the flames were now frozen in place, even their breathing becoming cautious.

No one spoke, no one moved, and even breathing became cautious, for fear that making the slightest sound would be locked onto by those eyes.

Amamiya Rin's gaze slowly swept across the entire venue, from Babirus at the edge of the stage to Leilia trembling on the high platform, to the men standing frozen in place in the aisles, and finally landed on the women in the audience who were holding children and covering their mouths.

Everyone who was being watched felt an electric shock in that instant, their whole body trembled, their scalp tingled, and they were plunged into a strange state.

Then, Amamiya Rin spoke.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the performance is over."

The sound was not loud, but it had a strange rhythm, like the sound of a bell from an ancient temple in the deep mountains, deep and far-reaching, with an ethereal rhythm that gently echoed within the tent, reaching the depths of people's hearts.

"Please leave in an orderly manner and return home to get some rest."

His voice was unhurried, carrying a calmness that left no room for resistance. It wasn't a command, nor a request, but simply a statement—a statement that made one instinctively want to obey.

The gentle voice reached their ears, and the audience, who were either panicked or excited, gradually became calm and empty in their eyes. Their eagerness and curiosity were completely soothed, leaving only a sense of obedience.

No one questioned anything, no one lingered. Adults holding children's hands, couples leaning on each other, all stood up and walked quietly and orderly toward the tent exit.

His steps were unhurried, his expression natural, like the end of an ordinary event.

The children, holding their parents' hands, chattered excitedly about the wonderful performance they had just seen.

The adults chatted in hushed tones, satisfied smiles on their faces.

No one looked back, and no one felt anything was wrong.

Yu Gonglin walked against the flow of people, slowly making his way to the stage. He passed by those figures who brushed past him, and the lights in the tent cast interplay of light and shadow on him. Although he was in the crowd, he was a solitary figure standing out against the tide.