Tokyo Wrestler

The temperature is extremely low!

Ito Yumuri gripped the hilt with both hands, her waist and stance perfectly aligned, and swung the blade down heavily towards the eight-foot-tall woman!

Clang!

The sound of clashing metal rang out, and as the blade touched the eight-foot-tall woman's pale skin, dazzling sparks flew out.

but...

Still no breakthrough!

Ito Yumuri was so shocked that her hands went numb, and her usually cool eyes could no longer hide her astonishment.

This is the strongest slash she can unleash in her normal state.

But it still couldn't break through the defenses!

In comparison, just how powerful must Sett's punch have been, breaking through the eight-foot woman's defense?!

Without giving Ito Yumuri a chance to think, the eight-foot-tall woman turned around and launched a casual, large-scale attack.

With a slap, he sent the daringly close-range Ito Yumuri flying. She crashed heavily onto the ice like a kite with a broken string, creating a huge crater. Amidst the swirling ice dust, it was impossible to tell whether she was dead or alive.

Having done all this, the eight-foot-tall woman began to walk again, like a dump truck, toward Seticham not far away.

"That really hurts..." Sett shook his dazed head, feeling like his body was about to fall apart, but his right arm, which was the most severely injured, felt no pain at all.

However, in the data-driven mode, although it is imperceptible, even with broken bones, Sett's right arm, which resembles a mass of rotten flesh, seems to contain a transparent bone.

He can still use his right arm normally!

He glanced at his remaining half health, then quickly looked at the eight-foot-tall woman charging towards him again.

Sett... took off running!

The level difference is so huge, it's impossible to fight!

The horrific clash of their fists just now made Sett fully realize the gap between himself and the level 6 peak eight-foot woman.

If we continue fighting, there will be no other way out but death.

At this moment, the benefits of the warship men practicing the 100-meter sprint became apparent. Sett's thighs and groin suddenly bulged, and he shot out like an arrow released from a bow!

Try to escape from this eight-foot-tall woman.

Gradually, after running only a few steps...

Sett discovered... the eight-foot woman was following them!

The difference between level 6 and level 2 is not only in strength, but also in speed!

Even though Sett had used all his strength—if we were to compare it to a car, he was practically flooring the gas pedal—he still couldn't compare to the speed of the eight-foot-tall woman.

There's no escaping it, and no way to defeat it in a fight.

Damn it!! Sett gritted his teeth, glanced back and saw the eight-foot woman approaching, and decided to turn back and continue fighting!

Even if I die, I, Sett, will die standing up!!

But at this moment...

With a snap, the eight-foot-tall woman slowed down.

Sett's initial surge of excitement quickly dissipated, and he regained his composure. Seizing this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, he spun his toes, executing a feint commonly used by football players, and finally managed to create some distance in the opposite direction.

At the same time, Sett looked over.

Ito Yumuri, who had been slapped into the ice pit, stood up again.

But something was wrong. Her once clear, bright eyes had turned completely white, devoid of any light. The blade of her katana had also turned into completely transparent ice crystals. Her hands, gripping the hilt, were even bound by the cold ice, as if they had become one with the katana.

And that slash that just slowed down the eight-foot-tall woman.

It was naturally wielded by Ito Yumuri.

The eight-foot-tall woman turned her head to look at the torn dress on her plump buttocks and the bloody wound. It should have been a small wound that didn't need to be paid any attention to, but now it was constantly freezing and the wound was being stretched bigger and bigger, constantly stinging her!

Finally, under this attack, the eight-foot-tall woman's blood-red eyes gave up on Sett.

The target has changed.

Instead, he ran towards Ito Yumuri!

Ito Yumuri's face, which appeared frozen in ice, showed no sign of fear.

She brandished the samurai sword in her hand.

An ice wall, many times thicker than before, rose layer by layer between her and the eight-foot-tall woman.

At the same time, she unleashed another slash.

Ito Yumuri unleashed a barrage of snow-white, frost-laden crescent-shaped slashes, densely aimed at the eight-foot-tall woman.

The binding force of the ice wall, the slashing strikes of frost.

With this coordinated effort, they finally managed to wound the eight-foot-tall woman. Beneath her pale skin lay numerous fine, hair-like wounds that were constantly freezing.

The warm blood transformed into the sharpest icy rays, piercing her from within.

The eight-foot-tall woman's bloodshot eyes shone even brighter with pain, and her gaping maw, splitting open to her cheeks, roared, revealing three layers of ring-shaped sharp teeth inside.

But at the same time... the ice that had only reached Ito Yumuri's wrist had already climbed up to her elbow.

Her once jet-black hair began to turn white from the ends, like that of an old woman in her twilight years, or like snow falling from the sky.

This power comes at a price!

Sett immediately turned his head and glanced at the flat-chested little witch not far away.

Since she was not among the eight-foot-tall woman's targets, she took advantage of the chaos to move the unconscious and seemingly lifeless Kameda Kazumitsu to a grove of trees far from the lake, where she is currently attempting to resuscitate him.

Sett gestured for her to hurry up and leave.

He then ran towards Ito Yumuri and said to her, who stood there like an ice sculpture, "Don't linger in the fight, let's leave immediately."

Ito Yumuri's snow-white, lifeless eyes moved with difficulty, glanced at Sett, and nodded stiffly, as if she had been frozen.

That's why Sett could tell at a glance that she was no longer able to move around easily.

Turning his head to glance at the eight-foot-tall woman who was roaring and smashing through layers of ice walls, Sett didn't hesitate. He lifted Ito Yumuri by the buttocks and carried her in a hundred-meter sprint, attempting to escape.

As soon as Sett put Ito Yumuri on his shoulder, he immediately frowned.

This isn't hugging a person; it's more like holding a bone-chilling ice sculpture, completely devoid of warmth.

But he did not stop.

Ito Yumuri paid a heavy price to bind the eight-foot-tall woman for such a short time, and Seti must not let this opportunity slip by.

He hoisted Ito Yumuri onto his shoulder and ran swiftly in the exact opposite direction from the flat-chested little shrine maiden.

But gradually.

Sett discovered it.

For some reason, his running speed slowed down, his vision became lower and lower, and after running a few more steps, he even felt that he would be unable to carry Ito Yumuri...

Plop!

Sett tripped over his trouser leg and fell heavily to the ground.

"How could that be? I was wearing capri pants!" Sett exclaimed in surprise as he scrambled to his feet, but as soon as he braced himself with his hands, he froze.

His hands were originally large.

Sett's hands had become tiny and chubby. He suddenly stood up and realized how low his field of vision was now, and how his clothes seemed to have been magnified many times over, hanging limply on the ground.

No, it's not that the clothes have gotten bigger, it's that I've gotten smaller!

Seti's gaze fell on Ito Yumuri, who was slowly getting up in front of him. At this moment, she had also become petite, and her originally delicate and beautiful face had shrunk a lot, with a bit of cute baby fat.

Its snow-white eyes seemed to grow even larger, and its clothes were disheveled and dragging on the ground.

The katana in her hand had even grown to be half a head taller than her.

Ito Yumuri has also transformed from a kuudere (cool and emotionless) girl into a kuudere (cool and emotionless) loli!

Sett realized something and suddenly turned his head back.

At this moment, the eight-foot-tall woman had broken through all the ice walls and was slowly walking towards Sett. Her blood-red eyes were so red that they were nauseating.

It was this eight-foot-tall woman's superpower that shrunk me and Ito Yumuri! Seti made his own judgment.

Previously, the eight-foot-tall woman relied entirely on her level 6 physique to fight, but now, she has finally unleashed the most fundamental superpower for a superhuman!

Sett moved his body and found that in terms of both height and strength, he felt as if he had returned to when he was 5 or 6 years old. Now, just dragging his slumped adult clothes, he felt very heavy and tired, let alone fighting a level 6 ability user.

This is tough; I'm probably going to fail here today.

Sett's mood had plummeted to rock bottom.

But at this moment...

Ito Yumuri, now a seemingly emotionless little girl, stands tall with a katana that's half a head taller than herself in her hand. She walks past Sett and slowly reaches behind him, facing the approaching eight-foot-tall woman alone.

She moved her stiff lips, managing to squeeze out a sentence: "You...go...I...will cover your retreat..."

As soon as she finished speaking, the snow-white hair that had been only at the tips of her jet-black hair suddenly spread upwards at a visible speed, and within a few breaths, nearly half of her hair had turned into that snow-white color.