Rain Collapse and Black Rope

"This blast... he wasn't killed outright, was he?" Amamiya Haruki's mouth twitched slightly.

The Magatsu Blades indeed possessed heaven-defying power, but their wielders' combat strength was not particularly high. If Amamiya Haruki were to discard Rain Collapse and fight Lin Qiye, Amamiya Haruki would certainly lose.

With one punch from Lin Qiye, even the concrete ground would be smashed into a huge crater.

"Better if he's dead. If he isn't..."

Lin Qiye glanced at Mumu.

With a "heave-ho," the latter's body swelled dramatically once more. The bandages around its body loosened, revealing dozens of Mounted Missiles gleaming with chilling silver light, all aimed at the nightclub still burning with flames.

"Then keep bombing him until he dies," Lin Qiye said calmly.

"With firepower that strong, you could already blow up half of Osaka," Amamiya Haruki said.

"No." Lin Qiye shook his head. "If every weapon in its body were fired, I could blow up all of Osaka."

"..."

"Of course, that would hurt civilians. When necessary, it's still better to settle things in close combat."

Amamiya Haruki was about to speak when something caught the corner of his eye. His eyes narrowed slightly.

Within the nightclub, billowing with thick smoke, an enormous black blade slashed out from the void and stood amid the ruins like a massive wall. Behind the blade, a disheveled figure struggled to his feet and began coughing violently.

Hansawa Shi gripped the unsheathed Black Rope, his face grave.

That missile which had suddenly appeared had nearly taken his life. If he had not happened to be holding Black Rope and summoned the blade projection before himself, then even if he had survived, he would have lost his ability to fight.

But he could not understand it... Where had a missile come from in a place like