Boom—!
A deafening roar tore through the night sky of Kabukicho.
The magnificent building that housed the Palace of Ultimate Bliss was like crushed building blocks; its walls fractured and its steel reinforcent bars twisted.
Large sections of the glass curtain wall transford into a crystalline waterfall, carrying countless shattered stones as they plumted.
"Crash!"
The floor-to-ceiling windows on the top floor suddenly burst open.
Two figures scread as they flew backward from the pervasive smoke and dust, imdiately followed by the wretched figure of Takuma Miyamoto.
The three of them, like kites with broken strings, traced a parabola in the air before crashing heavily onto the street across the way.
"Thud! Thud! Thud!"
The hard asphalt road surface was left with several cracked craters.
Takuma Miyamoto struggled to climb up from the ground, his silk bathrobe already ripped and stained with dust and blood.
A sweetness rose in his throat, and a mouthful of fresh blood was spat out.
However, he ignored the blood staining his lips, staring fixedly at the collapsing building.
From the smoke-filled hole, a petite figure leaped down.
She made no sound; her skirt fanned out in the night wind like an elegant black butterfly.
Her feet touched the ground lightly, without raising a single speck of dust.
Imdiately afterward, a cold, tyrannical aura silently spread outward from her.
The expression on Takuma Miyamoto's face grew increasingly solemn.
He had never imagined this.
That such terrifying power could be contained within this seemingly harmless little girl.
Soon, the disturbance here broke through the usual revelry and debauchery of Kabukicho.
Windows were pushed open one after another.
Disheveled n and won peered out, their faces showing surprise and curiosity.
"What's going on? Was that an earthquake?"
"No, look down there!"
When their eyes landed on the center of the street, they all showed expressions of shock.
"Isn't that Lord Miyamoto of the Palace of Ultimate Bliss?"
"How is he... injured?"
"Heavens, who dares to lay a hand on him here? Do they have a death wish?"
Takuma Miyamoto's na was known to everyone in this area of Kabukicho.
An S-Class Profession, with a Rank as high as fifty-five.
It was rumored that the power backing him was the Kusanagi Kai, one of the top guilds under the Kujo Family.
His strength and reputation were far above low-tier organizations like the Tri-Mouth Gang.
On normal days, Professionals from the major guilds of Takamagahara would respectfully address him as "Lord Miyamoto" upon seeing him.
No one dared to cause trouble on his territory.
Yet tonight, soone actually dared to completely wreck the Palace of Ultimate Bliss.
What was even more surprising was that Lord ➤ NоvеⅠight ➤ (Read more on our source) Miyamoto seed to be at a disadvantage.
However, when the crowd finally got a clear look at the girl slowly descending from the building, they were utterly dumbfounded.
What is going on?
A little girl who looked twelve or thirteen at most?
She actually beat the Rank fifty-five Lord Miyamoto into such a wretched state?
"Are you kidding ! Don't Professionals only get their class change at eighteen?"
"This little girl looks like she isn't even an adult yet?"
"Is there so kind of mistake?"
Just as the crowd was buzzing with discussion, the battle outside the Palace of Ultimate Bliss continued.
After the brief exchange just now, Takuma Miyamoto had shed his last trace of contempt.
"You two, hold her off directly."
Takuma Miyamoto lowered his voice, speaking to his two remaining subordinates in a chilling tone.
"I will look for an opportunity to launch a sneak attack."
"Rember, don't deliver a killing blow. I want her alive!"
"I want to take a good look and see exactly what this little girl is!"
The two subordinates exchanged glances, both seeing the fear in the other's eyes, but they still bit the bullet and nodded.
"Yes, sir!"
One of the burly bodyguards roared, his muscles bulging, and rock-like patterns appearing on his skin.
A-Rank Professional, 【Rock Armor Fighter】.
He fiercely pushed off with his legs, and his entire body, like an out-of-control tank, charged violently toward Natsu Rinku.
The other slender bodyguard ford hand seals and chanted under his breath.
Several sharp blades composed of wind elents appeared out of thin air, emitting a piercing whistle, and slashed toward Natsu Rinku's neck from another tricky angle.
Facing this pincer attack, Natsu Rinku remained standing in place, completely motionless.
In her eyes, which were dominated by pitch blackness, scarlet pinpricks of light flickered slightly.
Just as the Rock Armor Fighter's fist was about to make contact with her.
"Scram."
A hoarse, overlapping voice erged from her mouth.
A visible black shockwave violently erupted, centered on her.
The sinister grin on the Rock Armor Fighter's face instantly froze.
He felt he hadn't crashed into a delicate girl, but a towering mountain.
"Crack!"
His proud arms shattered bone by bone before that irresistible force.
Following this, the black energy, like maggots clinging to bone, instantly invaded his body.
"Ah—!"
A gut-wrenching scream.
His rock-hard body began to collapse and disintegrate from the inside, turning into dust scattered across the air.
On the other side, the whistling wind blades lted away like ice and snow the instant they contacted the black shockwave.
The spellcasting bodyguard's pupils violently contracted. Without thinking, he turned and ran.
But just two steps into his retreat, his body suddenly froze.
He managed to look down and saw a pitch-black, spear-like energy spike that had, at so point, pierced through his chest.
His life force rapidly drained away.
"Thump."
Two corpses fell to the ground, one after the other.
From the start of the attack to the end, it was only a brief instant.
Imdiately, screams rose and fell around them as more and more people gathered around the battlefield.
Many onlookers, unwilling to miss the drama, had already taken out their phones, aid them at the center of the battle, and were frantically taking pictures.
A mysterious young girl instantly killed two Professionals above Rank thirty and beat the Rank fifty-five Takuma Miyamoto until he had no power to fight back.
If this news spread, it would absolutely beco a major sensation across all of Takamagahara.
The mont the two subordinates were killed, a black shadow, like a ghost, silently appeared behind Natsu Rinku.
It was Takuma Miyamoto!
He held a black dagger tipped with potent poison, the blade aid directly at the girl's back.
He put all his strength into this strike, moving with extre speed.
However, just as the dagger was about to pierce her body.
Natsu Rinku abruptly turned around.
She did not dodge. Instead, she raised her fair, small hand to et the lethal blade.
"Clang!"
The dagger, which was capable of piercing steel plates, was firmly clamped between her two slender fingers.
An expression of horror appeared on Takuma Miyamoto's face for the first ti.
In the next second.
An unimaginable trendous force erupted from those two fingers.
"Snap!"
The dagger, forged from fine steel, shattered instantly.
Natsu Rinku's pitch-black eyes watched him coldly.
She joined her fingers like a sword and casually pointed them toward Takuma Miyamoto's chest.
Takuma Miyamoto felt a deadly crisis engulf him.
He wanted to dodge, but his body felt frozen, completely unable to move.
He could only watch helplessly as that fair finger grew larger and larger in his vision.
Boom—!!!
Takuma Miyamoto was sent flying backward.
His entire body, like a cannonball fired from a barrel, violently slamd into the third-floor wall of the bar across the street.
Bricks and stones exploded, and wood chips flew everywhere.
The entire building shook violently as a result.
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