For this strike,
Ryu only used thirty percent of her strength.
As long as she pulled back at the moment of impact, it would at most knock the opponent out without causing any substantial damage.
However,
facing this strike as fast as a thunderclap,
Kirukiru Amou actually didn't dodge or avoid it.
In fact,
the corners of her mouth even curled up slightly, revealing a heart-pounding, mad grin.
"Good!"
Kirukiru Amou's eyes lit up, and instead of retreating, she advanced.
She also raised her hand, and in an extremely arrogant posture, used her forearm to directly meet Ryu's hand-blade.
She's going head-on?
Is she crazy?
How could a mortal body go head-on against her attack?
Ryu was startled and instinctively wanted to pull back her strength,
but it was already too late.
"Bang—!!"
A dull sound of impact exploded in the hall.
Immediately after,
Ryu's expression changed.
Not because she had hit her opponent,
but because...
Numbness.
A piercing sense of numbness instantly spread through her entire arm from the point of contact.
That feeling
didn't feel like hitting a human body at all.
It felt more like hitting a solid steel pillar wrapped in a thin layer of human skin.
So hard!
Is this even a human body?!
Alarm bells rang in Ryu's heart. Using the counterforce of the collision, she quickly retreated to open up some distance.
"Again!"
Without waiting for Ryu to stop,
Kirukiru Amou continued to press forward.
This time,
her offensive was even more ferocious.
Hand-blades, elbow strikes, knee strikes.
Every part of her body had turned into a lethal weapon.
And,
what shocked Ryu the most was
that this black-haired girl's attacks completely abandoned defense.
Her hands became blades, her legs were like battle-axes.
Every strike carried a whistle that tore through the air.
—The Ancient Ryukyu Kingdom martial art known as Uechi-ryu.
In Kirukiru Amou's hands, this was not just martial arts.
This was the most primitive and savage art of slaughter after tempering the body into a weapon.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
Dense sounds of collision echoed in the hall.
Ryu became more and more shocked as she fought.
This Level 1 newcomer...
What on earth was she raised on?
—In this moment of bewilderment.
In Kirukiru Amou's pitch-black eyes, a sharp glint flashed.
"Caught you."
She pressed her fingertips together.
And stabbed straight toward Ryu's ribs!
"This girl..."
Ryu didn't dare to be the least bit careless anymore.
She forcibly twisted her waist, her feet shifting in a cross-step.
"Bang!!"
A dull thud rang out.
Kirukiru Amou's hand-blade chopped fiercely against Ryu's arm.
Although Ryu had her Lv.4 status protecting her body and didn't suffer any substantial damage,
However,
That pure, savage, terrifying force that seemed as if it would cleave through everything,
Still pushed her back half a meter across the ironwood floor.
The friction between her soles and the floorboards produced a piercing screech.
Ryu retreated three steps to steady herself.
In those azure eyes, there was no longer any hint of the reaction that had underestimated Kirukiru Amou just moments ago.
Ryu looked down at her right hand, which was still slightly numb.
She was inwardly horrified.
She finally understood what Lord Heimdall meant by "thick skin."
With this kind of physical toughness,
If a normal blunt weapon struck her, it was hard to say which would break first.
She was practically a humanoid weapon in human skin!
In that case,
She could afford to get a little serious.
...
"Lord Heimdall."
"This child, Amaha..."
"She couldn't be some kind of humanoid monster hybrid, could she?"
"I've never heard of a human being able to train their body to this extent."
At this moment, Tsubaki couldn't help but turn her head to look at Lord Heimdall.
"This is the result of being tempered a thousand times over."
Lord Heimdall didn't offer too much of an explanation.
After all,
This was the Incarnation Blade.
Even before receiving the blessing of the gods,
Kirukiru Amou's specially trained body had already reached a level where Rin and Kikakujuo Mary attacking simultaneously with swords couldn't harm her in the slightest.
...
However,
Even so,
The battle didn't last too much longer.
After all,
No matter how heaven-defying Kirukiru Amou's constitution was, or how much her Delusion of Struggle craved victory,
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