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Chapter 151 The Belt (Please subscribe and vote with monthly tickets)

It was an extremely bloody crackdown.

In that brutal battle known as the "Night of Gluttony," dozens of completely out-of-control "artificial kakujas" burst forth like a flood.

Among those mad monsters, the one codenamed "One-Eyed Owl" was the most unique and the most powerful.

That mopping-up operation was fierce and chaotic.

But when the smoke finally cleared, the troops responsible for the post-battle cleanup searched every charred rubble but still couldn't find the remains of the one-eyed owl.

The fact that she didn't die means she escaped.

But in that era, finding a highly intelligent monster in a vast sea of ​​people was harder than climbing to heaven.

Back then, there weren't any "life waveform radars" or "all-weather satellite eyes" like the Global Paranormal Alliance provides today.

The methods used to track ghouls at that time were extremely primitive.

It all relied on the most basic Rc cell blood residue test and the intelligence gathered from informants who were risked their lives.

For a one-eyed owl who knows how to conceal her presence and disguise herself as a human, plunging into the tens of millions of people in Tokyo is like a drop of water falling into the ocean.

Therefore, so many years have passed.

Kishou Arima, known as the invincible "White Reaper," has never given up his search for the whereabouts of this extraordinary threat.

Unfortunately, the other side had extremely strong counter-surveillance capabilities.

They seem to have completely integrated into human society, like fish in water, and may even be thriving in it.

Arima searched through countless dark web intelligence sources, but from those hidden financial flows and the underground black market for ghouls, he only found a few vague rumors.

All the signs and profiles pieced together pointed the finger of suspicion at the recently famous and brilliant bestselling female author, "Takagizumi".

However, the trail ends here.

With this brilliant author's recent bizarre "disappearance," Arima's investigation was forced to a halt.

Until today.

"I see."

Arima Kishou looked at the enormous monster in front of him, whose head was instead forcibly pierced by a fleshy cross, and instantly understood the whole story.

"It seems your true identity was discovered by the main branch of the Washuu family. They secretly captured you and threw you into the deepest underground laboratory, where you underwent countless inhumane physical modifications and kagune exploitation—"

Arima's voice was very soft, revealing neither joy nor sorrow, only a cold indifference as if he were treating experimental waste.

"Ultimately, even the most basic self-awareness has been forcibly stripped away, reducing us to this state of being living weapons that can only wield our claws and teeth based on instinct?"

"What a tragedy."

Arima Kishou shook his head slightly.

The next second, with a crisp mechanical click, the Quinque [IXA] in his hand instantly switched from its wide shield mode to its highly penetrating and offensive [gun mode]!

"roar--!"

The headless owl roared as it snatched the three-meter-long flesh and blood giant blade and brought it down with the violent kinetic energy of a mountain crashing down.

But Arima Kishou didn't try to block it at all.

His pale figure transformed into a zigzag lightning bolt that defied human biomechanics, not only skillfully dodging the giant blade's slashes but also gracefully circling around the owl's massive body.

"Pfft! Sizzle—!"

IXA's energy spear tip left a deadly afterimage in the air, each thrust precisely tearing through the owl's most vulnerable kagune joints.

In this extremely intense close-quarters combat, Arima Kishou even seemed to be in complete control.

At the edge of the battlefield, two Amazon spiders and Amazon bats, who had smelled fresh blood and were attempting to launch a flanking attack from a blind spot, had just stepped into Arima's ten-meter range.

The man in the white trench coat didn't even turn his head.

With an extremely strange flick of his wrist, as if he had eyes in the back of his head, he smoothly executed a backhand counterattack!

"Bang! Bang!"

Two golden beams of energy instantly pierced the hearts and heads of the two Amazons.

One second the bio-monster was baring its fangs and brandishing its claws, the next second it collapsed helplessly on the beach like a deflated sack.

It twitched twice and then turned into a pool of melting black water.

After easily dispatching the grunts, Arima Kishou's attention returned to the headless owl in front of him.

"Although its power has increased exponentially due to the berserk state, the hardness of its surface kagune has also been enhanced to the point that even the IXA finds it troublesome due to the special modifications made by the Washuu family."

After a very dangerous graze, Arima Kisuke made a cold and objective assessment of the current battle situation in his mind.

"That 'mad ape' covered in sharp spikes, while incredibly strong, turned as slowly as a stupid pig."

"A black dog capable of invisibility in the shadows," its speed is fast, but its kagune is as hard as paper; a single shot can pierce through it.

"Compared to those failed, defective products, the data of your body is indeed perfect," Arima Kishou thought to himself as he parried.

"However, a creature that lacks intelligence and cannot even control its own movements precisely, and only knows how to wield its claws and teeth based on its violent instincts, is ultimately just a beast."

Although Arima Kishou completely dominated Arima Kishou in terms of tactics, positioning, and movement, Arima Kishou's intuition as a top assassin keenly detected an extremely real and fatal problem.

The defenses cannot be broken.

Or rather, the damage you inflict is far less than the opponent's healing speed!

This headless owl's regenerative abilities are truly monstrous.

Even if the IXA's energy spear tip could find gaps in the armor and easily tear through its surface kagune, or even pierce deep into its flesh.

However, this level of penetrating wound is practically painless to a fully transformed monster with a massive amount of Rc cells stored within its body, making it a perpetual motion machine.

The moment the spear tip is pulled out, the deep, bone-revealing wound heals instantly in a fraction of a second, thanks to the frantic writhing of granulation tissue!

Not even a scar will be left!

The current level of conventional attack is simply insufficient to inflict a fatal blow on this one-eyed owl in a short period of time.

Arima Kishou adjusted his breathing rhythm slightly.

He was well aware of his weaknesses.

As a "half-human," he possesses dynamic vision and explosive power that surpass human limits, but at the cost of severe "premature aging" and extremely limited physical capabilities.

If this ineffective attrition continues, the tide of battle will turn in an instant, even before the one-eyed owl hits him or his broken, half-human body is exhausted.

"So, conventional methods using cold weapons are completely outdated and no longer effective in today's world?"

Arima Kishou sighed inwardly.

"clang--!"

Arima Kishou seized the opportunity, gripped his gun with both hands, and with an extremely ferocious thrust, deflected the giant blade that Owl was smashing towards him.

Using this enormous reaction force, his white trench coat drew a sharp arc in mid-air.

Her body rolled backward twice with light grace, landing very smoothly and silently on top of a shipping container not far from Shinichi Izumi.

Below, Shinichi Izumi, who had narrowly escaped death, was panting heavily.

He looked up, staring intently at Arima Kishou with a look of astonishment.

however.

Arima Kishou calmly pressed a hidden button on the hilt of his Quinque IXA sword.

"laugh"

Accompanied by an extremely precise, high-tech exhaust sound, the two-meter-long knight's lance folded in the blink of an eye...

shrink.

It eventually transformed into an extremely small metal briefcase, which Arima Kishou casually placed on the steel plate at his feet.

"Wait, what? He put his weapons away? Is he going to fight bare-handed?" Shinichi Izumi was stunned.

Followed by.

Arima Kishou reached inside his white trench coat.

The trench coat's lining seemed to have a special hidden compartment sewn inside, like a pocket from another dimension.

Amidst a low, metallic scraping sound, like the grinding of heavy metal.

Arima Kishou, seemingly out of nowhere, pulled out something with an extremely wild design—

belt?!

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