What on earth had Himeko created?
She had crushed a Level Eleven Danger just like that.
Taco glanced at Himeko again and discovered that her danger level had quietly risen at some point, reaching the same level as Dan Heng's.
"Growing this fast? Are these people balloons? No, I'll have to train my muscles while walking from now on. I can't fall behind."
[What level? Everyone says Himeko is strong early on, but this is ridiculous!]
[With that thing around, will anyone else even get a late game?]
[Aside from Himeko and those two lucky ones caught up in the conspiracy, Taco is the strongest of the normal contestants, and he's only Level Three Danger.]
[That's already pretty impressive. He can smash a brick wall with one punch. That's beyond human limits.]
[He can't even beat Shut Up, okay?]
[I'm pretty sure Shut Up isn't human either.]
[What about Himechi Cat?]
[She's a cat.]
[A fox. Are you blind?]
[Whatever. Everyone, Harden!]
[Harden!]
Thanks to all the ways Taco had strengthened himself, everyone in Samba Country now had a toughened body. Even if a car knocked them flying in the street, they could get back up themselves.
With Harden active, they could even survive a hit from a dump truck.
For some reason, however, their thought processes were also gradually becoming like Taco's. They had developed an extraordinary love of training their bodies.
Overnight, gym memberships sold like hotcakes in Samba Country, and many new fighters appeared in boxing rings.
With Yamada dealt with, the problems in Los Angeles had largely come to an end.
Himeko leaned against a train carriage, watching the gradually rising sun as she took a small sip of coffee.
Inside the carriage, Washana and the others had yet to leave.
At that moment, she faced