Of course, he knew that ordinary physical attacks had limited effect on Mahito.
Mahito's technique, "Idle Transfiguration," could be used not only on others, but on himself as well.
As long as his soul was not damaged, he could alter his body without limit.
Regenerating severed limbs and changing shape were effortless for him.
"Maki, be careful when fighting him at close range," Nanami warned in a low voice. "The moment his hand touches you, it's over."
Maki gripped Playful Cloud tightly and nodded through gritted teeth.
She had nearly fallen for it just now.
If Nanami had not intervened in time, she would have become an unrecognizable lump of flesh by now.
"Understood." Maki stared at Mahito's grinning face. "But this guy's ability counters close combat too hard. Both our techniques are physical in nature. At this rate, we can't deal any effective damage at all."
Nanami did not refute her.
Maki was right.
"Ratio Technique" and Maki's "Heavenly Tyrant" were both purely close-quarters fighting styles.
Against an enemy who could endlessly repair his body, they were indeed at a considerable disadvantage.
Mahito seemed to see through their thoughts. He spread his arms in a welcoming gesture.
"What's wrong? Not coming at me? Then I'll take the initiative."
He clapped his hands together, and countless Transfigured Humans spewed from his body.
The Transfigured Humans surged toward Nanami and Maki like a tide, several times more numerous than those at the subway station. They packed the street so densely that they nearly filled it from end to end.
"This move again!" Maki gritted out.
Nanami swung his blade and cut down several Transfigured Humans charging at the front, his brow tightly furrowed.
Mahito's move was too disgusting.
He did not need to fight personally. As long as he continuously released