This Is a True Speed Type

"Screech—!"

A faint sound of tearing through the air rang out without warning.

The Oni girl named Tsubaki Oni suddenly burst forward at astonishing speed, flashing straight in front of Fang Li.

It took less than a second.

In less than a second, Tsubaki Oni had darted before Fang Li, her claws—sharp enough to tear open a heart—shooting toward his chest.

"Stop!"

At that critical moment, Yan shouted.

"Bami ordered that he be brought before her! You are not to kill him!"

Yan's words made Tsubaki Oni's figure flicker like a mirage before vanishing from Fang Li's sight.

When she reappeared, she was already back beside Yan.

"Hmph."

Tsubaki Oni snorted, raising one hand with a disdainful expression.

In that hand was a gun.

It was none other than Fang Li's Glock.

In that less than a second, Tsubaki Oni had not only rushed before Fang Li at incredible speed, but upon being stopped by Yan just as she was about to strike, had instead taken Fang Li's gun.

The entire process had been impossible to follow with the naked eye.

Clearly, unlike Yan, whose power was obvious at a glance, Tsubaki Oni was a speed type.

Tsubaki Oni spoke to Fang Li with utter contempt.

"If Yan hadn't stopped me just now, you would already be dead."

That declaration only earned a faint smile from Fang Li.

"Already dead?"

As he spoke, Fang Li raised a hand as well.

Somehow, he was holding a sheathed katana.

"That's...!"

Tsubaki Oni's expression changed as she instinctively touched her waist.

The katana she had worn there was completely gone.

"Then here's the question." Fang Li said meaningfully, "If your Yan hadn't stopped you just now, who would have died?"

"Ugh...!" Tsubaki Oni immediately took a step back.

"A speed-type Oni?" Fang Li