Mai Shiranui was the first to act, her figure darting through the crowd like a red bolt of lightning.
Her punches and kicks carried just the right amount of force—not enough to kill, but more than enough to leave those people bedridden for months.
Every strike landed precisely on joints and vital points, and the sounds of shattering bones rose one after another.
Tifa was even more graceful. Her fighting techniques were clean and sharp, every move like a carefully choreographed dance.
She dissolved her opponents' attacks without a trace, then brought them down with a precise elbow strike or knee blow.
Although Marie Rose was the smallest, her Monster Strength made everyone pay dearly.
An enforcer who tried to ambush her from behind had his wrist caught and lightly twisted. He screamed as his entire body flew through the air, knocking down three people behind him.
Mei Terumi did not even fight seriously.
She merely stood where she was, occasionally raising a hand to form a wall of water that blocked stray shots, or exhaling a cloud of acid mist to seal off the enemy's retreat.
To her, these people did not even qualify as a warm-up.
Hancock was even simpler.
She merely stood there and released a faint wave of Conqueror's Haki. Those who tried to approach her rolled their eyes back and collapsed one after another.
The Pirate Empress did not even spare them a proper glance.
Hinata had fully activated her Byakugan, observing every enemy's movements around them. Occasionally, she struck with Gentle Fist, hitting the acupoints of someone attempting a sneak attack and temporarily robbing them of the ability to move.
Tsunade kept both hands in her pockets, never even taking them out.
She merely stood there, occasionally shifting aside to dodge an energy beam