"Don't hold back, Quanxi-chan."
Makima took a step back. "This thing is hard to kill. Find a way to pin him to the ground."
"Understood." Quanxi didn't waste words.
She could feel the terrifying heat radiating from the skeleton before her.
Unlike dealing with ordinary gangsters, she needed to get serious this time.
She reached out and touched her right eye socket beneath the black eye patch.
A broken arrow was lodged inside.
Quanxi pulled it out without hesitation.
Squelch!
Blood splattered!
Her head seemed to be split open by a monster within; steel instantly pierced through her flesh, and countless pitch-black spikes erupted from her neck and face. Her flesh reorganized, transforming into a cold and hideous heavy crossbow head.
A pair of bow arms stretched to their limit extended horizontally from both sides of her head, like a devil's hideous, rigid horns.
In the center of her face, three metal arrowheads burst through one after another from top to bottom, fixed straight in front of her face.
Below, a set of jagged, interlocking serrated fangs suddenly snapped open, exuding a cold ferocity.
Next were her hands.
Pitch-black cold steel covered her forearms.
With a "clack," they suddenly transformed into two magazines of fully drawn repeating crossbows, strings taut and overflowing with killing intent.
This was Quanxi's Weapon Human form.
Weapon Human Quanxi
Ghost Rider roared, swinging his flaming chains as he charged again.
But just as he raised his hand—
Swish, swish, swish!
Several cold flashes of light flickered.
They were crossbow bolts too fast for the naked eye to track.
Thud, thud, thud!
The continuous sound of breaking air exploded like a rainstorm.
Ghost Rider didn't even have time to react; his wrists, ankles, and knees were pierced by several crossbow bolts in an instant.
The massive impact pinned him forcefully to the asphalt road!
In her Weapon Human form, Quanxi displayed extraordinary speed and precision.
Quanxi in Ghost Rider's eyes
Before Ghost Rider could pull out the bolt stuck in his shoulder blade, Makima in the distance wasn't idle either.
She didn't even move a step, still maintaining her elegant posture with one hand in her trench coat pocket. She simply pointed an index finger through the air, her golden ringed eyes coldly directed at the joints Ghost Rider was trying to use.
Bang!
"Crack!"
It was the crisp sound of bones buckling under the strain.
Ghost Rider's knee, which he had only just begun to lift, was crushed instantly. His entire body was forced back to the ground by this invisible, massive force, smashing a spiderweb-like crater into the surface.
"Damn it..."
Johnny Blaze let out a roar of pain.
If he were to fight any devil one-on-one, with his Hellfire, he would have a fighting chance or even hold the upper hand. But at this moment, he had to face two top-Tier devils with perfect coordination... This left him with nowhere to vent his strength, making him feel like a toy... More accurately, like a spinning top, surrounded by two bad women—one lash from you, one lash from me—making his body feel as if it no longer belonged to him, whipped around until he was completely helpless.
In just half a minute.
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