Since they were ready to fight, there was no need to hide anymore. King Kong tore off the T-shirt covering his upper body, revealing his toned muscles. Golden light radiated from around him as he charged headlong into the black tide ahead.
"Take this punch!" The power he had been building erupted, and his scorching blood energy blasted a gap through the black tide with a single punch. Like an unyielding reef, King Kong split the black flood in two. No enemy dared approach him.
"This level of strength can't even compare to the real Saint Disciples," King Kong assessed. "This is too easy."
Terao Iku shook his head. "Come on, don't get too cocky. If we run into a monster on Hayafune Chizuru's level right now, we're all done for."
His hands never stopped moving. He opened the Book of Curses and muttered an obscure incantation. Multicolored curses poured from its densely packed pages. If the colors of a rainbow could make someone feel refreshed, then the colors bursting from Terao Iku's book were greasy, muddled, and utterly revolting.
The black humanoid monsters stained by those greasy colors began to hesitate. Some even lost control of their own strength and rolled around on the ground.
Suzuna transformed her body into a black whirlwind, leaving only the head of a Hannya Devil mask floating in midair as she swept toward the enemy.
"I hate this so much!" she cried resentfully.
Compared to the others, Inuyama Heita's attacks were far more plain and unadorned. The black lines on his body struck the enemies rushing at him with precision. Each time they pierced an enemy, the same black lines on that enemy's body could spiral out of control. Though they made no sound, they were more efficient than anyone else's attacks. As