The bullets they used were anything but ordinary.
Not only did they possess extreme penetrating power, the warheads also contained a measured dose of anesthetic agents and RC cell suppressants
the perfect ammunition for dealing with low to mid-tier ghouls.
Clearly, although the CCG did not know exactly what species Fushimi Kyo belonged to, they had already decided to treat him as a ghoul.
As countless bullets poured toward him like a storm, Fushimi Kyo did not panic in the slightest.
After four rounds of bodily enhancement through the system, he knew very well
Even if those bullets hit him head-on, they wouldn't break his defense.
Of course, he had no intention of standing still and letting them pour fire into him like a target dummy.
His gaze swept toward Hachikawa's squad, whose commander he had already crippled.
A dangerous curve formed at the corner of his lips.
"Nether Flash!"
Whoosh!
His body split into a chain of afterimages, causing every bullet to miss completely.
And in the next instant
He was already inside the crowd.
Lowering his body, he unleashed a sweeping kick.
Two rookie combatants were sent flying into the air.
Before they could even react, his fists shot forward.
Bang! Bang!
Both iron fists slammed squarely into their chests, producing dull, muffled impacts.
"AAAH !"
Two screams rang out as both men instantly lost all combat capability.
The surrounding personnel reacted immediately, opening fire with their machine guns.
But Fushimi Kyo's movements were terrifyingly agile.
He weaved through the crowd with ghostlike speed, bullets completely unable to track him.
Leaping into the air, he landed in the middle of another cluster.
He grabbed two heads
and smashed them together with brutal force.
Snatching the machine gun from a soldier behind him, he twisted the man's arm and sprayed bullets wildly in every direction.
Fushimi Kyo's actions were blisteringly fast.
In the span of just a few breaths, more than twenty people were already lying on the ground.
Seeing such ferocity, even these combatants seasoned veterans of ghoul warfare felt their courage freeze solid.
They had never encountered an enemy this troublesome.
Ignoring concentrated firepower.
Charging straight into formations.
Like a tiger descending the mountain
unstoppable.
At that moment, a booming male voice rang out behind him:
"Yo, boy taste my Kiss of Death!"
Fushimi Kyo didn't turn around.
He already knew who it was.
Just as expected
Tanakamaru Mougan, the man who liked calling everyone boy.
Tanakamaru Mougan's most frequently used weapon was the SS-class quinque
Higher Psychic Dimension also known as Angel's Wingbeat.
It possessed both melee and long-range attack modes.
In long-range mode, it fired devastating energy shockwaves, though it consumed fuel and required an external fuel tank.
In melee mode, it relied solely on the quinque's internal energy, allowing it to unleash terrifying close-range power.
In the original story, Koma Enji had nearly died because he underestimated this believing Tanakamaru only had ranged attacks, only to be almost killed in close quarters.
Now, judging by the sound alone, Fushimi Kyo knew
Tanakamaru was at least over ten meters away.
At that distance, melee combat was impossible.
Which meant
That so-called Kiss of Death was nothing more than a long-range energy blast.
Once the attack method was identified, dealing with it became trivial.
Fushimi Kyo stomped the ground violently.
His body shot upward into the air.
At that exact moment, a blue energy shockwave tore through the space where he had been standing.
BOOM!
A large tree in the distance exploded into splinters.
"Yo, boy pretty sharp!"
Tanakamaru laughed.
"Let's see how you dodge this one!"
Seeing Fushimi Kyo suspended midair with no footing, a flash of delight crossed Tanakamaru's eyes.
He raised Angel's Wingbeat
and fired another compressed energy blast.
Midair, Fushimi Kyo looked down coldly.
With a flick of his right hand
Bloodsong appeared in his grasp.
The compressed energy projectile screamed toward him.
"Nine-Headed Dragon Flash!"
A piercing sonic boom erupted.
Fushimi Kyo swung his blade at extreme speed.
The blade burned faintly red from friction with the air.
As the energy blast reached him
The faintly glowing blade flashed.
Hiss.
An unbelievable scene unfolded.
The energy projectile did not explode.
It simply dissipated with a soft sound.
"Tanakamaru get out of the way!"
Kuroiwa Iwao roared.
At the same time, he charged forward, wielding his massive blade.
But Fushimi Kyo's long sword had already descended
Like a meteor from the heavens
cleaving straight toward Tanakamaru Mougan's head.
If that strike landed
There was absolutely no chance of survival.
The battlefield shifted in an instant.
Tanakamaru's face changed drastically.
He didn't even have time to say boy.
He raised Angel's Wingbeat overhead in a desperate block.
BOOM!
Bloodsong and Angel's Wingbeat collided violently.
A terrifying shockwave erupted outward, blowing nearby soldiers off their feet.
At the same time, the ground beneath them began to crack violently.
Crack crack crack
Then
BOOM!
Dirt and stone exploded skyward.
A massive crater, seven to eight meters wide, formed instantly.
"Ha… ha… boy…"
Tanakamaru gasped, staring at Bloodsong hovering barely two inches from his head.
"I… I blocked it."
"You think you blocked it?"
Fushimi Kyo sneered.
His wrist tightened.
A terrifying surge of power poured forth.
Creaaak
Angel's Wingbeat emitted a shrill scream of metal under strain.
Cracks spread rapidly across its surface.
Under Tanakamaru's horrified gaze
The quinque shattered.
Bloodsong cut straight through, sinking deeply into Tanakamaru Mougan's shoulder.
"Without your quinque,"
Fushimi Kyo said coldly,
"how are you going to fight?"
He bent his knee sharply, preparing to finish the strike.
This time
Fushimi Kyo held nothing back.
Human or not, these investigators were trying to kill him.
His principle was simple
If you don't provoke me, I won't provoke you.
But if you try to kill me
There will be no mercy.
"Hm? Pity."
Fushimi Kyo frowned.
A cold blade slashed toward his face.
At the last possible instant, Kuroiwa Iwao arrived
And swung his blade at Fushimi Kyo's head.
Fushimi Kyo leaned his neck back, dodging perfectly.
Mid-motion, he twisted
and unleashed a whipping kick straight into Tanakamaru Mougan's chest.
PFF!
Tanakamaru began coughing blood midair as he was sent flying backward.
BOOOOM!
His body smashed straight into a nearby residential building.
From the moment Fushimi Kyo crippled Hachikawa
To Tanakamaru Mougan being critically injured
Less than three minutes had passed.
Yet the results were utterly horrifying.
More than sixty combatants lay on the ground, their fate unknown.
Two Special Class Investigators were gravely wounded and completely removed from the fight.
Every observer stood stunned.
Those were Special Class Investigators
Each capable of fighting SS-class ghouls.
Yet against this being classified as merely SS-class
They could barely survive two or three exchanges.
And that was with support.
In a true one-on-one fight
Wouldn't every Special Class meet the same fate as Hachikawa?
The realization sent despair rippling through the ranks.
How…
was this fight even winnable anymore?
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