Japanese Terrorist: What? I'll fight Hellstar!

Inside the tent, the orange-red flames from the natural gas explosion still licked at the broken steel frame. The impact of the seventeen load-bearing steel pipes, the tearing of the ground, and the shock of the explosion had completely reduced the stage to a burning ruin.

From where the smoke was thickest, a silver-red figure slowly emerged.

The surface of the Seven armor was covered with scattered black soot and sparks, but there was not a single crack or dent, as if the explosion that had just blown the tank into scrap metal was nothing more than a breeze brushing past the corner of the garment.

Thick smoke, accompanied by scorching heat, billowed upwards, but the figure in the silver-red armor showed no sign of slowing down, covering several meters in a single step.

The pale blue light flowing from the blade of the Spacium suddenly tightened, and a clear, cold sword sound reverberated low, echoing through the dilapidated tent.

No more unnecessary probing, no more dealing with endless surprises.

Having gained a deep understanding of the true nature of all of Babyrus's abilities, Amamiya Rin is determined to end this endless cycle of cause and effect quickly and decisively, using the methods she is best at.

"Iaijutsu—Draw your sword!"

The ultimate, refined sword-drawing stance suddenly erupts, combining the sharpness of the Hokushin Itto-ryu, the composure of the Niten-ryu, and the swiftness of the Tennen Rishin-ryu. It eliminates all the superfluous stances and constraints of all schools, condensing all the power, speed, and sharpness of the strike into the instant the sword is drawn.

His speed was so fast that it distorted light, so fast that the chaotic cause and effect within the tent couldn't even capture his trajectory.

Babirus had already mobilized the dense network of cause and effect around him at the first moment. Since he could not destroy the undead armored body from the inside, he detonated the one in a billion chance of a natural disaster.

"Boom—!"

There were absolutely no weather signs.

The clear sky, which was previously cloudless and filled with thick smoke, was suddenly illuminated by blinding, pale lightning.

A bolt of lightning, as thick as a bucket, tore through the dome, pierced the top of the shattered tent, and, carrying with it a devastatingly powerful burst of electricity, precisely locked onto Yu Gonglin as he charged forward, before crashing down with a deafening roar!

This is one of the most intractable natural disasters, the highest level of lethality that Babyrus can trigger by manipulating external causal forces, targeting Amamiya Rin.

The lightning was blinding, the heat wave was intense, and the violent lightning strike blocked all of Amamiya Rin's escape routes.

However, facing the thunder that descended from the sky, Amamiya Rin did not flinch even slightly.

Beneath the mask, his calm eyes remained undisturbed, his wrist gripping the sword was as steady as a mountain, his waist was slightly lowered, his spine was straight, and all the etheric energy was poured into the Specium blade, with all the power converging at one point.

"Zheng—!"

The clear, high-pitched sound of the sword drowned out the thunder.

Cut horizontally!

Perfectly matching the horizontal slash of the Iaijutsu technique, pale blue Specium energy bursts forth along the slash trajectory, transforming into a condensed and substantial arc-shaped slash wave.

In an instant, the unparalleled thunder was cleaved in two by this sword.

The violently scattered electrical energy was split in two by the cleaving wave, grazing the sides of the armor and crashing to the ground with a bang, blasting out a dense array of charred craters. The scorching plasma waves swept in all directions, scorching the surrounding steel frame and causing it to sizzle.

One sword strike, severing the lightning.

An eerie silence fell over the tent.

Standing on the other side of the ruins, Babyrus's face showed genuine astonishment for the first time.

To cleave through a bolt of lightning with pure martial arts and energy with bare hands is utterly absurd. There was once someone in this country who claimed to be able to cleave through lightning and named his sword Raikiri (Lightning Cutter) after it. But Babirus knew this.

That man's name was Tachibana Dōsetsu, a legendary general of this country during the Warring States period. However, his sword failed to cleave the lightning, but he was struck by it, resulting in a lifelong disability in his lower body, rendering him unable to ride a horse and fight again.

Just because he was struck by lightning but survived, the people of this country revered him as the incarnation of the Thunder God. So, what should we call the person who can split lightning without getting hurt?

Having witnessed this indescribable scene, Babyrus's thoughts inevitably wandered.

However, that momentary lapse in concentration sealed the fate of the matter.

The momentum from the slash had not yet dissipated. Using the inertia of the horizontal slash, Amamiya Rin spun around, his body gliding and crushing the scorching rubble, instantly closing the distance to within inches.

A silver afterimage swept across the inferno ruins as the Specium sword descended from above, executing the simplest yet deadliest kasaya slash, aiming straight for Babyrus's neck.

Without any superfluous moves or unnecessary flourishes, it is precise and ruthless, representing the purest killing technique refined through centuries of swordsmanship.

"laugh--"

Blood splattered.

Babirus maintained his sideways stance as if trying to dodge, a smooth, bloody slash appearing on his neck.

He stood frozen in place, his cloudy eyes slowly turning as he looked down at the wound on his neck, all his previous excitement, indifference, and amusement vanishing.

A moment later, the corners of his mouth slowly turned upwards, revealing a meaningful smile.

"You won... Amamiya Rin. But can you keep winning?"

As his deep, hoarse voice fell, his head slowly slid down and crashed into the scorching pile of rubble.

The body, now headless, collapsed with a crash. The black tuxedo, stained with fire and blood, gradually turned into black particles, like dust blown away by the wind, slowly dissipating with the airflow.

Amamiya Rin sheathed his sword, and the joints of his armor emitted a soft, mechanical clicking sound.

He stood amidst the smoke and fire, a strange sense of unease rising within him.

The strange smile that Babyrus gave before his death was too unusual for him to believe; he didn't think it was just a charade.

Just as Amamiya Rin was pondering, a message came from [Tomie Network].

(Ah Lin! East!)

(A plane is about to crash! Hahaha, how spectacular!)

Tomie was relaxing in a café in a nearby high-rise building. She stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, gazing at the distant sky with great interest.

(It has lost power, the nose is tilted very sharply, and the altitude is dropping rapidly. If it maintains this trajectory, it will crash into the ground within three minutes, right where you are.)

Amamiya Rin suddenly looked up and gazed at the eastern sky.

High in the sky, a silver-white passenger plane was descending at an angle, with a long trail of black smoke trailing from its left engine, and its wings trembling slightly in the airflow, like a bird with a broken wing.

Amamiya Rin immediately understood the meaning behind that smile.

Before his death, Babyrus plucked the last thread of cause and effect. If he couldn't kill Babyrus, then he would kill as many people as possible.

A passenger plane full of passengers can bring hundreds of lives.

Amamiya Rin's breathing became rapid; he could almost hear Babirus's mocking laughter.

"Humanity, don't you want to save everyone? Then try it. Can you save them all? Can you win?"

Perhaps it wasn't an auditory hallucination, but rather the concept of death mocking those who resist it.