Japanese Terrorist: What? I'll fight Hellstar!

Amamiya Rin stood amidst the chaos, his body already on the verge of collapse.

His capillaries ruptured repeatedly, oozing blood. Thick blood soaked through his clothes and pooled into a shallow pool at his feet.

His vision was blurred by blood, and his torn retina could not recover in a short time. He could only barely lock onto the figure in front of him with his extreme martial arts perception. Every nerve in his body was soaked in endless pain.

He maintained a vigilant fighting stance, his back ramrod straight. Even though his body was battered and broken, his years of martial arts training had not caused him to stoop in the slightest.

But this tenacity only fueled Babylus's growing interest.

With a flick of its fingertip, the demon manipulated the invisible threads of cause and effect in the world. No longer satisfied with scattered physical injuries, it began to draw upon the deepest and most deadly hidden probabilities within the human body, turning every one in ten million near-death experiences into an inevitability.

A new round of torture has silently descended.

First, all muscle groups in the body suddenly become rigid and stiff.

The sudden disruption of his nerve signals caused all his muscles to lock up abruptly, rendering his previously unpredictable zigzag footwork completely useless. His limbs stiffened like cast iron, and he could no longer perform any delicate martial arts moves.

Immediately following, peripheral circulation throughout the body becomes instantly blocked, and countless microscopic blood clots spontaneously generate in the limbs, heart, and lung blood vessels, obstructing the blood's oxygen supply.

A suffocating feeling blocked his chest cavity. His lungs were covered with tiny bleeding points. Every breath felt like swallowing shards of glass. The accumulating pleural effusion kept pressing on his beating heart, and his breathing techniques had become ineffective.

Before he could even adjust to the suffocating feeling of impending death, the tiny cracks in his bones suddenly burst open. His previously healed shoulder bones, ribs, and ankle bones all shattered a second time, with fine bone fragments piercing through his muscles and embedding themselves in his flesh.

Most fatally, his autonomic nervous system completely lost control.

The body temperature rises and falls rapidly and abnormally, the sweat glands lose control and ooze blood sweat, and the body's temperature regulation, circulation and metabolism completely collapse.

With all five senses completely gone—hearing, touch, and balance—only boundless darkness and a deep, relentless, agonizing sense of collapse remain.

Anyone else would have already suffered a nervous breakdown and collapsed to the ground by now, their very instinct to open their eyes gone.

But Amamiya Rin did not.

Centuries of experience had allowed him to go through everything and feel everything. His terrifying willpower, which transcended the limits of the physical body, forcefully suppressed the excruciating pain of his body breaking down.

His mind remained as clear as a mirror. His body could crumble, his nerves could tear, and his bones could shatter, but his willpower would not waver in the slightest.

However, in the face of extreme life and death, the power of light dormant in the deepest part of the soul begins to stir.

The power of light surged within his chest, and the thought of transformation took hold of his mind like wildfire.

Once he releases the suppression and transforms into a giant of light, his energy body, tens of meters tall, will be enough to break through Babirus's killing move.

But just as the light was about to burst forth, Amamiya Rin, with her last shred of clear will, forcefully suppressed the surging power of light back into the depths of her soul.

No matter how weak he was, his mind remained incredibly clear.

He had already figured out Babirus's causal abilities, that power from Final Destination, which had no upper limit. After all, there was no cultivation system in this world, and all kinds of power were subjective. As long as it was a concept that could induce death, any phenomenon would appear.

Just like the Apologetic Demon, who usually only kills a few people, once he seizes the opportunity, destroying the world is a piece of cake.

At this moment, all the malice and accidents he suffered as a human being were confined within this hundred-meter-long tent. The harm was limited to him alone, and at most, it would destroy this dilapidated stage, without affecting the outside world.

But once transformed, everything will completely spiral out of control.

The size and power of the Giant of Light will infinitely amplify the scope of the law of causality.

What was originally a tiny, fatal probability targeting only him could instantly spread to the entire city. Perhaps in the next second, a meteorite would precisely fall from the sky into the city center, or the earth would suddenly crack open and swallow up the streets, or even a hellish planet might suddenly appear.

He can't let that possibility come to pass!

The surging power of light was firmly sealed, and the immense momentum, which had just erupted, was immediately drawn back into the body.

"Slap! Slap! Slap!"

As Babylus clapped, he walked toward Amamiya Rin, his greed reaching its peak, drool dripping from the corner of his mouth, but also mixed with curiosity and anticipation.

"Truly, magnificent stubbornness; truly, the most exquisite despair. But how long can you hold on?"

"Hold on until I kill you!"

A silent thought exploded in my mind.

The muscles throughout the body, which had long been stiff and rigid, were forcibly broken free from the locked state of nervous disorder under the strong control of extreme willpower.

The sound of countless muscle fibers snapping echoed layer upon layer; every movement of the muscles came at the cost of tearing the muscle fibers and grinding the flesh to shreds.

His hunched and seemingly collapsing body, with his waist and hips lowered, unleashed the remaining power he could muster.

Without sight, hearing, or balance, he abandoned all sensory reliance and relied solely on the vibrations of the airflow transmitted through his spine, the subtle stress undulations of the ground, and the instinctive intuition of martial arts to pinpoint Babirus's location.

The next second, he moved.

"A tiger stubbornly climbs the mountain!"

Without seeking clever tricks, shortcuts, or using body techniques to evade, it only uses absolute ferocity, decisiveness, and an indomitable spirit to launch a close-range attack and break through all methods.

"boom!"

The punch was like a hungry tiger pouncing on a mountain, and the fierce and sharp pressure of the punch suddenly erupted, sweeping across the entire dilapidated tent!

The stagnant air was violently torn apart, and the ear-piercing explosion made the steel frame vibrate and hum. The remaining rubble, broken nails, and bent metal fragments on the ground were all blown away by the violent force and rained down all around.

The force of this punch is enough to shatter a special alloy half a meter thick; no carbon-based life form could withstand it.

At point of close range, a fatal blow is imminent, with no way to avoid it.

However, just as the powerful fist was about to touch Babyrus's clothes, an invisible causal malice suddenly locked in.

That one in a billion fatal flaw was forcibly solidified by fate into an undeniable reality.

The meridians that run through Yu Gonglin's entire body suddenly ruptured without warning at the core point where the waist and abdomen exert force. This was the most unlikely occurrence in the human body's power system: a spontaneous tear of the entire fascia.

The entire load-bearing fascia deep within his abdominal cavity was torn and ripped off from the abdominal wall bones, along with most of the peritoneum, causing it to rupture violently. The originally surging, unstoppable, and powerful fist force could not be released outwards and instead backfired and exploded within his shattered body.

"puff--!"

A column of scalding crimson mist erupted from deep within his throat. The tiger, which had been struggling to climb the mountain, froze completely just an inch away from Babirus.

The all-out, desperate strike ultimately succumbed to the omnipresent malice of fate.

The ensuing backlash and severe damage completely overwhelmed his already exhausted physical body.

The already spiderweb-like cracks in his bones shattered into powder at this moment, his heart and lung blood vessels spontaneously burst on a large scale, and his chest and abdominal cavities were completely filled with stagnant blood.

His autonomic functions completely stopped, his nerve conduction completely broke down, his senses throughout his body completely disappeared, and his physical body had completely lost all the physiological conditions for survival.

Only the restless Tomie cells within his body, frantically dividing, repairing, dying, and regenerating in a futile manner, kept Amamiya Rin clinging to his last breath, preventing him from losing his life as a human being.

Gazing at Amamiya Rin, who stood before him covered in blood, Babyrus's pupils trembled slightly, his eyes filled with unprecedented astonishment.

"Incredible...it's absolutely incredible."

He has seen countless creatures trapped in dire straits, and he has also seen countless postures of people breaking down and begging for mercy, going mad and self-harming, and abandoning all dignity.

However, he had never seen anything like it in the world.

With his body shattered, internal organs destroyed, and nerves severed, he was in a hopeless situation, yet he still managed to unleash such a domineering and deadly attack with a sliver of willpower.

This resilience has long transcended the realm of humanity.

He was born a little later than others and never met saints like Buddha, Jesus, Confucius, Lao Tzu, or Moses, but this human being before him was no less than any of those saints.

He bypassed Amamiya Rin's fighting stance and walked up to her, his gaze tracing the dying body inch by inch. He asked curiously, "Can you answer my question? If you had used that hidden power earlier, even if you couldn't win, you would have had a chance to escape and struggle. Why didn't you do that?"

Amamiya Rin's damaged vocal cords trembled with difficulty as she squeezed out a hoarse, broken voice: "Would that make you happier? The stronger I become, the more terrifying the accidents of death you induce will be. If I become that form, only terrifying natural disasters can kill me. At that time, how many people will be affected? A city? A country? A continent? Or even a hemisphere? I will not underestimate your power."

"Hahahaha! Is that really the reason?"

Babylus did not deny that his concept of death could cause such a scale; he chuckled softly, his expression full of mockery and amusement.

"I see, I see, Ultraman, you like humans that much?"

Amamiya Rin did not answer; his spirit and willpower were entirely devoted to sustaining his life.

Babirus no longer held back; he had forced Amamiya Rin to reveal the full value of her life, and it was time to reap her soul.

With a flick of her finger, invisible threads of cause and effect coiled around Amamiya Rin's dying body like venomous snakes.

This time, he was no longer satisfied with the surface wounds and directly targeted Tomie cells, which were frantically prolonging life within Amamiya Rin's body.

The probability of programmed cell death, which was one in a billion, was reduced to one in a billion, then one in a million, one in ten thousand...

However, just as Tomie's cells were about to be wiped out...

"Beep—beep—beep—"

A cold, inorganic electronic broadcast suddenly broke the silence from outside the tent.

"Free ice cream...free ice cream...free ice cream..."