The Deadly Type That Waits for an Opening

"Bang bang bang bang bang—!"

In the crimson world, explosions erupted one after another on the banks of the Minami River, causing the pale white flames to continuously transform into bursts of firelight, mixed with large amounts of dust and strong winds, spreading outwards.

The explosion was not large in scale, but its power was considerable, digging one crater after another into the riverbank, making the riverbank instantly pitted and uneven.

Fariagani hovered above the Minami River, arms crossed, like a high-class person watching a play, with a faint smile on his lips that could make any Goddess.

Around him, puppets of varying sizes floated like soldiers in formation, their mechanical hands reaching towards the riverbank below, gathering pale white fireballs that rained down like a curtain of rain.

"Bang bang bang bang bang—!"

The explosions continued, increasing the force of the wind and the impact, which swept in all directions.

The scene was incredibly moving.

It's impossible to know how long this barrage of explosions lasted.

It wasn't until much later that the puppets surrounding Fariagani stopped firing, causing the fire below to gradually dissipate, and the strong winds and thick dust also slowly subsided.

Looking down at the now potholed riverbank, Fariagani's expression remained unchanged; he simply shrugged helplessly and spoke.

"This is just the prelude, at most a greeting. It shouldn't be too much for you to handle, right?"

The words had barely left his lips when, from the still-lingering dust in the center of the uneven riverbank below, a voice that sounded neither a laugh nor a smile rang out.

"How could that be? No matter what, it should be proper for you, Lord Demon Lord King, to have your fill before it ends, wouldn't that be in accordance with etiquette?"

As these words were spoken, the sand and dust below seemed to be cleaved in two, and were blown away, centered on a suddenly appearing white line.

Fang Li slowly retracted the dagger he had swung, raised his head, looked up, and a faint smile appeared on his lips.

Upon closer inspection, the area around the Fang Li was riddled with holes, but the ground beneath its feet remained perfectly intact.

"Did you block it?" Fariagani narrowed his eyes slightly and murmured, "No, they all dodged it, didn't they?"

That's right.

Fang Li didn't block the dense barrage of bullets; Fang Li dodged them all.

"You are indeed no ordinary human." Fariagani said with a forced smile, "To be able to dodge such a dense barrage of attacks, even that fire-haired, burn-eyed brat couldn't do it."

"It's just a difference in fighting style." Fang Li shrugged and said, "Shana is a straightforward attack type, while I am a speed type that relies on surprise attacks. The right way is to make all the opponent's attacks miss, and there is no need to exert effort to defend."

"In that case, I'm the deadly type who waits for the right moment to strike," Fariagani said casually. "Once I find an opportunity, I will not hesitate to launch a fatal attack. That's me."

As he said this, Fariagani stretched out his hand and snapped his fingers.

Instantly, the puppets around him stirred, as if pulled by an invisible thread, and rushed toward Fang Li, leaving only four or five puppets behind Fariagani.

The charging puppets raised their hands downwards, their hands swirling with pale white flames that coalesced into cannonballs, once again transforming into a barrage that blanketed the ground below.

"Bang bang bang bang bang—!"

Dense barrages of flamethrowers struck the earth, causing a series of violent explosions that tore through the soil, ripped up the atmosphere, and sent powerful gusts of wind carrying thick debris and rubble that swept in all directions.

However, in the next second, amidst the continuous explosions, a figure moved like a whirlwind, riding the waves of fire, and headed towards the oncoming puppet army.

Immediately afterwards, the figure transformed into a phantom, and the phantom into a superimposed image, as if splitting apart, becoming a vast army.

"Flash Sheath - Instant Prison!"

One after another, phantom figures soared into the sky, meeting the oncoming puppets. The sharp daggers in their hands flashed like swords, slashing fiercely at each puppet.

"Pfft—pfft—pfft—!"

Amidst the sounds of chopping, one puppet after another was sliced in half, reduced to mangled remains.

What spurted from the body was not blood, but gears and parts.

Immediately afterwards, the countless figures that had slain the attacking puppet army converged in mid-air and, amidst Fariagani's slightly changed expression, darted in front of him.

"A deadly type that waits for the right moment to strike?"

Fang Li's voice reached Fariagani's ears with remarkable clarity.

"That seems to suit me quite well too."

After saying that, the sharp dagger transformed into a flash of light, disappearing in mid-air and slashing towards Fariagani.

The blade is both cold and bright.

"Flash Sheath - Seven Nights!"

The slash, as beautiful as the aurora borealis, shattered the sound barrier.

That lightning-fast slash caught even Crimson King like Fariagani completely off guard. His pupils constricted sharply as he tried to dodge, but it was too late.

Just as Fang Li said, this was the fatal blow.

Before such a rapid slash, even Crimson King like Fariagani seemed utterly vulnerable, forced to grit his teeth and make a single movement.

What action is it?

shake.

"Jingle..."

A pleasant bell suddenly rang out.

That was the sound coming from Fariagani's hands.

Suddenly, a delicate and beautiful glass bell appeared in Fariagani's hand, and it rang melodiously as Fariagani moved it.

The moment the bell rang, the dolls left around Fariagani suddenly flashed with a pale white light.

Immediately, it exploded open.

"Bang—!"

An explosion, as loud as thunder, resounded throughout the area.

Above the Minami River, a massive explosion, larger than any before, suddenly occurred, sending up pale white waves of fire that surged outwards.

The surrounding atmosphere was easily shaken.

The river below was swiftly and decisively overturned.

The massive explosion illuminated the still space, making it appear dazzling.

Then, two figures were simultaneously sent flying backward from the center of the explosion, emerging from both ends of the pale white flames, hovering in mid-air, looking at each other.

Intense sparks flew as their gazes clashed.