On the street hundreds of ters below, Chaos had already erupted.
Countless pedestrians stopped to gaze upwards, their faces filled with terror and shock, their phone caras simultaneously pointed at the top of the skyscraper.
"W-what is that thing?"
"Such a huge monster! It's coiled around the building!"
Waves of uncontrollable gasps erupted from the crowd as panic spread like a plague.
An elderly man, leaning on a cane, his cloudy eyes suddenly wide, let his cane slip from his weakened hand, yet he remained oblivious.
His lips trembled, his voice hoarse from extre shock.
"It's... it's Yamata no Orochi!"
"There's no mistake, it's the legendary Yamata no Orochi!"
The na exploded like a thunderclap in the crowd, igniting even greater commotion.
"Yamata no Orochi? How is this possible!"
"Didn't that Qin Ze-daren die in the National War forty years ago?"
"Why can his Professional Incarnation reappear in the world? What exactly happened?"
So people reacted belatedly, the color draining from their faces.
"Wait! So, the person fighting that monster... is also an SS-Class Expert?"
"My heavens! It's Soma Kosuke-daren! He's fighting Yamata no Orochi!"
The news, as if on wings, swept through the entire Takamagahara at a terrifying speed via the internet and word-of-mouth.
Soon, well-equipped City Guard units roared onto the scene, setting up long Warning line and forcibly dispersing the ever-growing crowd.
But the monstrous figure, ferociously coiled atop the city, had already been deeply imprinted in everyone's minds... at the pinnacle of the skyscraper.
Qin Ze had completely abandoned his human form.
The colossal snake body, almost completely obscuring the rooftop, was covered in pale white scales, each one gleaming with a cold, tallic light.
The enormous snake tail even hung outside the building, its slightest sway creating a sharp, air-rending shriek.
Seven hideous snake heads were raised high, fourteen cold, golden vertical pupils gazing indifferently at everything before them.
Just by standing there, the Aura emanating from his body far surpassed any Hell-level BOSS Zhou Huai had ever witnessed.
It was a pure destruction and brutality, originating from myths.
Soma Kosuke, opposite him, remained silent.
But the several ink-painting Clones in front of him, identical to Qin Ze, moved at the sa instant.
"Swish! Swish! Swish!"
Several figures transford into white lightning, simultaneously pouncing on the colossal creature from all directions.
One of the Clones was the fastest; he pointed his fingers like a sword, a condensed, azure wind-edge swirling at his fingertips, stabbing directly at the giant snake's abdon!
Another Clone leaped high, his right arm transforming into a hideous snake head in mid-air, roaring as it lunged to bite the neck of one of the heads!
Still other Clones ford hand seals, and dozens of sharp wind blades appeared out of thin air, like an azure storm of death, overwhelmingly slashing at the giant snake's body!
Any one of these attacks was enough to easily instantly kill an A-rank Professional.
However.
"Clang, clang, clang—!"
A series of dense, tallic clangs suddenly erupted on the rooftop.
However, it only produced a string of dazzling sparks, failing to leave even a white mark.
And the roaring, biting snake head was impatiently knocked aside by the giant snake's main body!
"Bang!"
The snake head ford by the Clone instantly exploded into a blob of ink, and the white figure, like a kite with a broken string, flew backward, crashing hard against a distant wall, turning into a blurry ink stain.
All attacks, completely ineffective!
The scales' defense, impenetrable!
"Roar—!"
The seven snake heads seed utterly enraged by these ants who didn't know their place.
They simultaneously raised their heads, emitting a Soul-shaking roar.
The main head, located in the center, suddenly opened its gaping maw.
No flas, no venom.
Only a highly compressed energy ball, shimring with destructive light, rapidly ford in its mouth.
"Boom!"
A thick pillar of energy light, carrying an Aura that purified everything, shot out defiantly!
One of the "Qin Ze" Clones had no ti to dodge and was instantly swallowed by the light pillar.
Without even a scream, he, along with the marble floor beneath his feet, was completely evaporated and vaporized.
At the sa ti.
The snake head on the left moved.
Its speed was extre, transforming into a white afterimage as it suddenly lunged out.
"Crack!"
A crisp sound of bone breaking echoed.
Another Clone, attempting a sneak attack from the flank, was bitten in half by it.
The sharp venomous fangs easily pierced the Clone's defense, embedding deeply into its body.
The Clone let out a painful hiss, its body struggling violently, yet unable to break free in the slightest.
The snake head suddenly flung it.
"Pfft!"
The Clone's body was forcibly torn in half!
Inky "blood" and "organs" splattered everywhere, quickly turning into nothingness.
The third snake head, the fourth snake head... the slaughter began.
One snake head spewed highly corrosive poisonous mist, lting a Clone into a foul-slling puddle of pus.
Another snake head's eyes glowed with an eerie golden light, shooting petrifying rays that froze a Clone into a lifelike statue, which was then swept by the giant snake's tail, turning into scattered fragnts.
These ink-painting Clones, possessing a portion of an SS-Class Expert's strength, were as fragile as paper dolls before this true monster.
They were defeated one by one, completely annihilated.
In less than a minute.
On the rooftop, only the seven-headed giant snake coiled amidst the ruins remained, along with the lone, aged figure holding a paintbrush in the distance.
On the rooftop of another building in the distance.
Watada Heizan, who had been silently observing the battle, slowly exhaled a turbid breath, his aged face filled with solemnity.
"Is... is this the power of Yamata no Orochi?"
Watada Heizan did not answer, only sighed in his heart.
As expected of the legendary Yamata no Orochi.
Even he, without using his trump cards, would find it difficult to cause him real harm.
This monster seed even stronger than forty years ago.
Soma Kosuke's techniques repeatedly failed.
Yet, his wrinkled face still showed no trace of emotion.
He quietly looked at Yamata no Orochi on the building, his aged voice devoid of emotion.
"Teacher Qin Ze."
"Fighting within Takamagahara, both you and I have reservations and cannot exert our full strength."
After speaking, he spread his right hand, slowly unfurling an ancient scroll painting.
The scroll expanded with the wind, and the wooden handles at both ends of the scroll dissipated into streams of light.
The painting paper, like a giant sky curtain, quickly covered the entire building's sky, obscuring the stars and moon.
The painting depicted chaotic ink, like an unford world.
Soma Kosuke's tone was as calm as water.
"Teacher Qin Ze, do you dare to enter the painting for a battle!"
The coiled seven-headed giant snake moved.
The largest head in the center lowered slightly, and its golden vertical pupils actually revealed a human-like confidence.
The seven heads spoke simultaneously, their overlapping voices like a grand bell, making the entire building hum.
"Why not!"
On another rooftop in the distance, Watada Heizan's expression changed.
He quickly stepped forward, loudly dissuading the ~Nоvеl𝕚ght~ massive figure.
"Qin Ze-daren, no!"
"This painting is Soma Kosuke's Domain world; once you enter, you will be very passive!"
Qin Ze's seven heads, however, shook in unison, a hint of playfulness in their overlapping voices.
"It's fine."
"I just want to see how far my accomplished disciple has grown."
The instant his words fell, he no longer heeded Watada Heizan's dissuasion.
The massive seven-headed snake body soared into the air, like a white mountain flowing upstream, actively crashing into the ink painting in the sky.
There was no earth-shattering roar.
The mont the colossal creature touched the painting, it was silently swallowed, like a mud ox entering the sea.
Soma Kosuke's figure also faded, turning into a wisp of ink and rging into the painting.
The huge painting suspended in the sky returned to calm.
Like a silent canvas, it hung quietly beneath the night sky, within which an unseen battle of life and death was taking place.
Kujō Kōji had walked to Watada Heizan's side at so point.
He looked at the huge painting, pushing up the gold-rimd glasses on his nose.
"Heizan-san, why don't you also go in and lend Qin Ze a hand."
Watada Heizan turned his head, a little surprised.
"Kujō-daren, do you think Qin Ze-daren is no match for Soma Kosuke?"
Kujō Kōji shook his head, his face still bearing that gentle smile.
"I'm not worried about Qin Ze's strength."
"But don't forget, behind Soma Kosuke stands the Ōmiya Family."
His glasses reflected a cold light.
"What I'm worried about is that Soma Kosuke might still possess the Divine Artifact, yata no kagami, which is controlled by the Ōmiya Family."
"In short, Qin Ze cannot die here."
A flash of understanding crossed Watada Heizan's aged face.
He nodded heavily.
"I understand."
With that, he no longer hesitated.
From his aged body, an Aura as heavy as a mountain erupted with a roar.
The ground beneath his feet cracked inch by inch.
He bent his knees slightly, his entire being like a fully drawn bow, ready to shoot into the sky.
However, just as he was about to move.
"Buzz—"
A chilling, dense sound of buzzing wings ca from all directions without warning.
Watada Heizan's movents suddenly stiffened.
He saw countless dense black beetles, erging from unknown origins.
They converged into a black torrent, rushing towards him at an incredible speed.
The next second.
Boom!
An extrely violent explosion occurred.
Dazzling flas, like a black sun, suddenly rose before him, consuming everything.
The terrifying shockwave transford into a tangible Qi wave, sweeping wildly.
Watada Heizan grunted, his body actually forced back by this brute force.
His feet plowed two deep furrows in the rooftop ground, and he retreated more than ten ters before he could barely steady himself.
The smoke and dust from the explosion slowly dissipated.
He raised his head, looking at the ink painting still suspended in the air, his aged face filled with shock and anger.
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