Ryu Ishigori hurriedly crossed his arms to block.
Crack-!
The dull crunch of bones erupted amid a sonic boom.
Ryu Ishigori felt a tremendous force surge through his arms straight into his organs. His forearm instantly bent at an unnatural angle.
He flew backward like a kite with its string cut, smashing straight through the first wall and sending bricks flying.
The second wall collapsed with a crash, dust billowing skyward.
Finally, he slammed into a third, load-bearing wall, gouging a human-shaped crater into the reinforced concrete. Rubble and dust buried half his body.
The pompadour atop his head fell apart completely, its cannon barrel twisted into a knot.
There was no movement for a long while.
Qingxiao relaxed his stance and shook out his hand.
He clicked his tongue inwardly, still wanting more.
It had felt great, but the guy couldn't take much of a beating.
Back then, that bastard Toji took dozens of punches and still managed to pull out a Cursed Tool for a sneak attack. This guy was already out of sight?
He shook his head and walked toward the rubble.
"Cough... cough, cough!"
Coughing came from the pile of rubble.
Bracing himself against the broken wall, Ryu Ishigori slowly crawled out.
His left arm hung limp, clearly dislocated and fractured. His hair had completely collapsed into a bird's nest, blood ran from the corner of his mouth, and he was covered in dust, looking utterly bedraggled.
But his eyes were frighteningly bright.
Sweet.
So sweet!
In four hundred years of life, he had never had such a satisfying fight.
"Hey!"
Ryu Ishigori suddenly shouted at the top of his lungs, his voice hoarse but carrying clearly:
"Uro! Stop hiding! Let's take him together!"
The instant his words fell, the space above a rooftop off to