Volume Six: What She Lost · What I Gained, Chapter 614: The Demon's Demise

The physical pain was also beyond its limits; life was slipping away, constantly slipping away—this was the immense power gained by burning one's life force! In Gloria, it was ten years of lifespan lost per minute, and now, with the added burden of the Rakshasa True Word, it brought an unprecedented and enormous drain!

If the normal extreme mode reduces lifespan by ten years for every minute spent... how many years does it reduce now?

Twenty years? Thirty years?

Fifty years?

Or... will he just die?

It doesn't matter anymore.

"Gustav!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Extreme Night Flow Style One - Devouring Blast!

A powerful punch, capable of pulverizing anything it struck, was blocked by Gustav's forearm! With a ripping sound, his suit jacket, made of an unknown material and never before worn in combat, tore for the first time, the sleeves becoming shreds! He looked at his arm with some surprise, then—

"Ha, finally getting serious?"

--A counterattack with one punch!!!

Xiao Wu flew out at an angle, but stopped abruptly before she had traveled a hundred meters. She then unleashed the power of her legs and charged straight at Gustav!

Bang!!!!

The flying kick was blocked by Gustav, the straight punch was dodged by the side of his head, and the counterattack punch landed squarely on his own chest! His chest caved in, his ribs and collarbone shattered and reformed with a crackling sound, and for a moment—just a very brief instant—it actually trapped Gustav's fist!

Chance!

This is your only chance!

"Roarahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!"

His entire body crackled with electricity, accelerating him beyond his limits! He dodged Gustav's other hand and forcefully blocked the kick from his lower body with his legs, which had been broken countless times.

Infuse power--

Use the emitted lightning to limit his dodging space--

Aim for his head--

Faster-- Faster--

Even just once--

Just one more time than him--

That's it--

Punch—Thump!

The sensation of human flesh was transmitted through the fist.

It was the feel of slightly rough skin and stubble.

A truly devastating blow.

Click.

When he came to his senses, he had already detached himself from his own consciousness.

Xiao Wu retreated with lightning speed, panting heavily.

Gustav remained in the position of being hit, his head tilted to one side, with a clear bloodstain on his cheek.

It hit!

For the first time, it truly caused him effective harm.

Gustav paused for a moment before slowly turning his head and gently touching the bloodstains on his face.

His lips twitched, then he casually spat out a mouthful of blood.

He was hit hard in the face.

Consequently, the flesh inside the mouth was also damaged.

My cheekbones and jaw are aching slightly.

He's injured.

"... Although it's a minor injury, it's indeed the first time in thousands of years that I've been injured... Ha."

He smiled.

"Haha... not bad at all."

It wasn't always that cold laugh that came.

Instead, it was a vivid, terrifying, and dangerous smile, like that of a ferocious beast.

The air in the world seemed to freeze in the killing intent.

"Can I say that I'm finally able to get serious after all this time? Just for that reason alone, my collaboration with Urahara Mai Ryu back then was totally worth it."

As if in slow motion, he threw off his suit jacket, loosened his tie, and ripped off the buttons of his white shirt, revealing his extremely well-defined muscles.

"Before I deal with Ye and Tartaglia and retrieve the Planet Will, I'll use you to fill my stomach! Be happy, Qi Yuan, you've now qualified to be my appetizer!"

Then, without any mercy,

The monster among monsters has finally gotten serious.

One punch.

It's no longer about waving your arms randomly.

It was no longer a half-probing feint.

It's no longer a perfunctory, simplistic attack.

This punch was delivered with utmost seriousness; the power was poured into it with utmost care, the stance was perfected with utmost care, the target was locked in with utmost care, and the blow was delivered with utmost care!!!

Xiao Wu heard the sound.

The sound of a punch.

A mournful sound echoed through the space.

The sound of the sky being split in two.

And the sound that fell on me.

This is not boxing at all.

This is a natural disaster.

A mobile natural disaster compressed into the shape of a fist.

Imagine if there was a big enough truck to carry earthquakes, volcanoes, storms, tsunamis, frost, meteors, and so on, and then ran you over. That's probably what it would feel like.

Fortunately, we were in an area of the sea where we didn't know where we were.

If this were on land, the continental shelf would probably have been breached.

Xiao Wu floated away lightly.

The whole world disappeared.

Only myself remained.

And that approaching Grim Reaper--

"Very good..."

Death grinned maliciously, looking quite pleased.

"Very good, very good, very good, very good! To survive taking my 'truly powerful punch' head-on, I really should commend you!"

The so-called praise is, of course, a fist.

More punches.

Xiao Wu struggled, like a moth drawn to a flame. She knew that dodging or defending was impossible, so she chose the only remaining option—to attack.

Gustav had no intention of defending himself at all. Xiao Wu's lightning-fast toe sank into his abdomen with a heavy blow, and a trickle of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

It caused effective damage again, but that was all.

Rumble rumble rumble rumble!!!!!

The force of the uppercut alone caused the entire space to tremble like a raging storm! Xiao Wu, already a tattered mess, was at his mercy like a rag doll, even her limbs were deformed!

Despite the turbulent space, Gustav moved with ease. With each step, the space beneath his feet cracked open like a spiderweb. He strode confidently before Xiao Wu, cracking his knuckles and elbows, and then—

Ding!!!

"Not bad."

Ding!!!

"There are very few people who can withstand my powerful combos in a row, very, very few."

Ding!!!

Whether the Urahara Mai Ryu created the most perfect warrior remains to be seen, but...

Ding!!!

"She absolutely made the best sandbags!"

Ding!!!!!

Gustav's fist is the most ferocious, vicious, and powerful weapon on this planet, indestructible and unstoppable! And now this weapon is deeply embedded in the center of Xiao Wu's torso, so deeply that her internal organs are almost compressed into a thin membrane. Through her skin, Gustav's fist is almost touching her spine!

"Oh? Finally it won't work?"

Gustav looked mockingly at Xiao Wu clinging to his fist, and shook his arm. Xiao Wu swayed limply, resembling a tattered kite hanging from a tree. Her body was a pitiful sight; the lightning patterns had faded, and she was covered in horrible fist-shaped dents. Her self-healing had stopped, and even her once spirited eyes had lost their luster, becoming increasingly empty.

Ding!!!!!

Another punch landed, this time on the side of his face. The only part of his face that was still intact immediately twisted and deformed, looking as if his facial features had been forcibly squeezed to one side of his face, and all the bones on the other side were completely shattered.

"But I still have to commend you... You actually lasted this long, how did you do it? Was it because you refused to give up? Because of your stubbornness? Because of your self-abandonment? Because of wishful thinking? Or was it because of your vulgar... friends?"

"Friend"

Upon hearing that word, Xiao Wu seemed to tremble slightly, and a glimmer of light seemed to return to her eyes.

"But let's stop here. After you're dealt with, it's their turn. The Planet Will will be taken back to the Leader. As for Ye and Tartaglia..."

Gustav tilted his head and thought for a moment, then said--

"It's better to kill them immediately, lest things get complicated. They were just trash to begin with, yet they dared to oppose the Leader."

The tone was as if he were talking about something as trivial as "trash should be thrown into the trash can," as if it were a matter of course, and he spoke casually and nonchalantly.

But, "No..."

The completely deformed face trembled, and the twisted mouth slowly moved, struggling to utter words.

"Huh, can she still talk?" Gustav raised his eyebrows, looking at Xiao Wu with interest.

"Don't... touch... them... if... you dare..."

"If you dare?"

"... I... will... kill... you... even at the cost of... my... life... I will... take... you..."

"... Oh."

Gustav smiled slightly at this.

I loosened up my knuckles.

Then, with a swift movement, he ripped off Xiao Wu's arms with a snap.

Xiao Wu stopped speaking, her mouth agape, trembling, her bloodshot eyes wide open, emitting an ambiguous groan.

With a swift stroke of his hand, Gustav cleaved her torso in two, and the portion below her chest and abdomen fell due to gravity.

Then came the crackling sound; it was Xiao Wu's spine being crushed, the pieces mingling with flesh and blood.

With a snap, Gustav plunged his hand into her left breast, stirred it, and pulled it out, his hand now holding a heart, which he immediately crushed.

"As food, you've done a pretty good job."

Finally, a large, blood-stained hand grasped her head, keeping the area below her neck still, and twisted it clockwise once.

"It's alright as an appetizer, but it's not quite good enough as a main course, and... other than that, your efforts are meaningless."

The large hand twisted her head, turning it once, twice, three times, four times, five times.

"I've had enough of this dish. Now it's time to clean up the leftovers. You will die, your two friends will die, and no one will escape."

The direction of the twisting changed from clockwise to counterclockwise, with the same force and speed, one turn after another.

"It was destined from the start; you were nothing more than a bunch of clowns dancing on the edge of a knife."

Guji guji guji, crack crack crack crack, Xiao Wu's neck had been twisted into a pretzel.

"Meaningless, worthless, but... perhaps Ye and Tartaglia would make a decent dessert?"

Pfft!

With a slight pull, he ripped the mangled head off, making a sound like pulling a plug from a bathtub, bringing with it a spray of blood and fragments of bone and flesh. Then—

"Farewell, weaklings. After all, why do the weak fight?"

The head, limbs, and shattered body all crashed to the ground with a crash.

"Hmph... Looks like this is the end of it."

I wouldn't say I'm satisfied, but I'm not particularly disappointed either.

It's been a long time since I've engaged in hand-to-hand combat like this. Although it was just one-sided abuse, this punching bag was indeed quite sturdy.

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Only one exam left... I'm finally going to finish it...

Dancer, you've worked hard, get some rest.