Japanese Terrorist: What? I'll fight Hellstar!

Without any warning, only a pale blue afterimage exploded on the spot, and the Specium sword, with a sharp sound of cutting through the air, pierced straight for Babyrus's throat.

The drawing of the katana in Iaido demonstrates extreme speed and simplicity. All the power is concentrated in the instant the sword is drawn, so fast that even the law of causality cannot react in time.

Babirus tilted his neck slightly, the blade grazing his skin and severing the black ribbon around his neck. Pale blue Specium energy left a faint burn mark on his pale skin.

With a slight twitch of his fingertips, he manipulated the probability thread of "carotid artery rupture," and at the same time, Amamiya Rin's second sword strike followed.

This is the Ittō-ryū (One-Sword Style) Kesagiri (Buddhist Robe Slash), where the sword strikes diagonally downwards with immense force, requiring no skill whatsoever, relying solely on pure power and speed.

Babyrus had to dodge to the side, the wooden plank beneath his feet was cleaved in two by the blade, and a crack several inches deep spread along the stage.

Amamiya Rin's footwork was like a ghost, combining the sliding steps of the Taisha-ryu style with the footwork of the Niten-ryu style. Her figure moved nimbly and gracefully on the narrow stage, each step precisely landing in the gaps between the causal threads.

The sword strikes were continuous, with thrusts, horizontal slashes, parries, and counter-cuts. There were no fancy combos; each sword strike went straight for the vital points. It was simple, deadly, and efficient, like a sophisticated killing machine that had been running for hundreds of years.

This killing machine, however, is flawless. No matter what causal relationships Babyrus creates, no matter what kind of trauma he inflicts on Amamiya Rin, he cannot stop the killing machine from operating.

A vast amount of ether flowed continuously from the Soul Gem, maintaining the operation of Amamiya Rin's body.

Babylus's law of causality cannot kill the souls of the non-living.

Faced with Amamiya Rin's pursuit, Babirus kept retreating. His black suit was torn in cracks by the blade of the Specium sword, and even the energy flowing from the blade left burn marks on Babirus's skin.

Babylus's retreating steps abruptly stopped at the edge of the stage.

His left shoulder had already been pierced once by the Specium sword, and tar-like black liquid was slowly repairing the wound. But he did not continue to dodge; instead, he raised his head, his turbid eyes staring straight at Amamiya Rin's mask.

"I see."

He muttered to himself, his voice no longer carrying the exaggerated excitement of before, but instead a calm, almost indifferent scrutiny.

"It's not that it's immortal, it's that it's already dead."

His fingertips drew an arc in the air, no longer plucking a single thread, but activating the entire causal network at the same time, covering the entire area of ​​the tent.

If we can't eliminate it from within, then we can only influence external factors.

With absolute physical destructive force, crush this armor that carries the soul, along with the will within it, into dust.

"boom--!"

At the same moment, all the steel frames at the top of the tent groaned under the strain.

Seventeen load-bearing steel pipes broke simultaneously at the weld points, whistling through the air like a dense rain of steel, and fell vertically toward Amamiya Rin's location.

Each steel pipe weighs hundreds of kilograms, with extremely sharp ends.

Amamiya Rin did not retreat.

He flicked his wrist, and the Specium sword drew a perfect circular shield of light in front of him. Pale blue energy ripples spread out, colliding violently with the first three falling steel pipes.

"Clang! Clang! Clang!"

The deafening clang of metal colliding was deafening. The steel pipe slammed into the energy shield, creating ripples, before being deflected by the spinning force of the sword blade and embedding itself deeply into the surrounding ground.

Amamiya Rin's feet remained motionless, the joints of his armor humming slightly as they distributed the impact evenly throughout his body.

More steel pipes followed.

With a slight movement, Amamiya Rin leaped into the air, stepping on the broken wooden planks. The Specium sword in his hand transformed into a pale blue whirlwind, and fragments of broken steel pipes flew around him.

"it's useless."

Babyrus stood motionless in the center of the steel storm.

"As long as there is this world, there is no absolutely safe place."

The moment the words left his mouth, the stage beneath Amamiya Rin's feet suddenly collapsed without warning.

The entire ten-meter square area seemed to have had its foundation hollowed out, collapsing downwards. Below was a three-meter-deep foundation, riddled with rusted steel bars and sharp pieces of concrete.

Amamiya Rin twisted his body in mid-air, lightly touching the ground with his toes to a falling steel pipe, using the momentum to leap upwards. But just as he was about to rise, a muffled explosion suddenly came from deep within the foundation.

Natural gas leak.

A natural gas pipeline buried deep underground unexpectedly developed a crack at its weld, the least likely place to break. The leaking natural gas mixed with air, reaching a critical concentration for explosion, and was then ignited by sparks from friction generated by a broken steel pipe.

"boom--!!"

A bright orange fireball shot into the sky from the fissure in the ground, instantly engulfing Amamiya Rin's figure. The violent shockwave completely tore the canvas of the tent to shreds, and burning fragments flew in all directions like a meteor shower.

The white-haired demon remained seated in the driver's seat, his pupils slightly shifting, reflecting the soaring flames.

"Failed? What a pity."

As he spoke seemingly troubled words, a pleased smile crept onto the white-haired demon's lips.

He doesn't care who the winner is; if he can't gain any value from the victory, the failure of others can bring him the same happiness.

but……

"It's time to run away."

Having accomplished his goal of causing trouble, there was no point in staying any longer. Without hesitation, the white-haired demon immediately drove the ice cream truck away.

Outside the tent, the twilight was like congealed blood.

In the park's open space, hundreds of ice cream mountains, each half a person's height, were piled up crookedly, with milky white syrup flowing down the mountains and forming sticky puddles on the ground.

The air smelled sweet but had a fishy aftertaste, like a whole truckload of cheap cream cakes had been spilled.

There were still people standing among the ice cream mountains. Dozens of them, men and women, young and old.

Their bodies retained human contours, but their skin had a milky white sheen, oozing fine water droplets. Their creamy flesh dripped down like candle wax. They climbed towards the ice cream mounds, sticking out their tongues and licking them with fascination.

The ice cream truck burst out through the tear in the tent.

The white-haired demon sat in the driver's seat, a pleased smile playing on his lips. In the rearview mirror, the firelight inside the tent grew farther and farther away—and then, nothing more.

A shadow, elongated by the setting sun, suddenly magnified in the beam of the car's headlights.

The woman who appeared in front of the ice cream truck was two heads taller than the surrounding melting matter. Her shoulders were as broad as walls, and her dark dress was stretched taut by her muscles, revealing the outline of her back muscles bulging below her shoulder blades.

With her back to the ice cream truck, she exuded an incredibly powerful aura.

The white-haired demon's vision distorted for a moment. Before his eyes, the entire road ahead suddenly blocked out, and a thick, majestic, pitch-black mountain range stretched across the sky and earth.

The imposing, fleshy body of the meat-modified Tomie distorted the perception of space. Its powerful and overwhelming aura pressed down, making the speeding ice cream truck seem like a tiny ant that had lost control and crashed into the majestic mountains.

Meat-modified Tomie slowly turned around.

Her movements were slow, even deliberate, like a sleeping giant stretching its limbs.

As the shoulders rotate, the waist and hips twist accordingly, and the soles of the feet grind half a circle on the ground, producing a fine cracking sound on the concrete floor.

Sink your waist, lock your hips, penetrate your shoulders, and strike with your fist.

The whole body's strength is unified, starting from the support of the feet rooted to the ground, rising layer by layer along the tendons and fascia, and converging at the point of the fist without loss or deviation.

This is the purest and most advanced martial art, where no moves are better than moves, and brute force can overcome all techniques.

"BOOM—!!"

A dull, loud bang shattered the twilight.

The immense physical power poured out instantly, without a sound of air being torn apart, without an explosion of air, without anything at all.

Because the speed of the punch was too fast, faster than sound, faster than the shock wave generated by the compression of air, so fast that all the physical phenomena that should accompany it were left behind.

In the instant all physical signs were delayed, the flat, hard fist was precisely imprinted on the center of the ice cream truck.

The next moment, the front of the car caved inward like it was made of paper, the engine was smashed to pieces, and shattered metal and parts were ejected from the rear of the car, leaving a trail of debris dozens of meters long on the ground.

The car's sheet metal was gripped as if by an invisible giant hand, squeezed, folded, and crushed from front to rear in less than a tenth of a second. Seats, steering wheel, dashboard—everything was ground to dust in the aftershocks of that punch.

The white-haired demon was also unable to escape in time. He and the entire ice cream truck were crushed into fine powder by an instant of extreme brute force.

With one punch, all things returned to silence.

The delayed gale finally erupted, sweeping across the entire park area centered on its point of impact.

In an instant, the air was compressed into a transparent barrier visible to the naked eye, which then spread outwards in all directions from the center of Rougaifujiang.

The ground cracked, and rubble was whipped up by the shockwave and sprayed outwards like shotgun pellets. Those waist-high ice cream mountains were like sandcastles in the face of the shockwave; the milky-white mountains were cut in half, and fragments flew backwards, exploding into clouds of sweet mist in mid-air.

Dozens of humans, lying on the ground licking melting ice cream, had their bodies cracked with dense lines, and then, like shattered plaster statues, they exploded.

Large swathes of ice cream were swept up more than ten meters into the air by the blast wave, like a reversed blizzard, shattering into countless tiny particles in mid-air and crashing down.

The dilapidated tent was uprooted by the blast wave. The huge canvas was as if it had been gripped by an invisible hand, torn off the ground, tumbling and folding in mid-air, carrying with it shattered steel frames and wood chips, flying dozens of meters away, hanging on the treetops in the distance, swaying helplessly in the evening breeze.

Even after the storm had passed, the aftershocks lingered.

The air was filled with a strange smell of gravel powder mixed with a sweet, sticky liquid, and fine, milky-white particles were slowly falling, like an untimely snowfall.

Meat-modified Tomie slowly withdrew her fist, the muscle lines on her arm undulating beneath the fabric of her dress before settling back down.

Long, even, rippling breaths flowed through her body, restrained and unyielding, a vast, ocean-like life force peacefully dormant within her flesh and bones.