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Chapter 157 Catching a Blade Barehanded!

"If it's only this bad, it won't kill me—"

Kazuta Kazuya still wore that infuriating, hypocritical smile, his tone filled with an extremely perverse sense of pleasure.

The infamous "White Death".

"The kinetic energy was completely absorbed; the bones didn't shatter, and not even the skin was scratched by the high-frequency vibrations of the gun tip—"

"Shinichi, that man's muscle density and nerve reaction speed are definitely not comparable to any known carbon-based life form on Earth!"

"Newton must be turning in his grave!"

And right in the center of the battlefield.

Faced with the absurd feat of catching a blade barehanded, which is enough to shatter the worldview of ordinary people, Arima Kishou, in his Sigma transformation, didn't even blink twice.

Surprised? Not at all.

Arima Kishou had already regarded this attack as a "reconnaissance mission" before the charge even began.

After all, the other party dared to stand in the center of the room wearing a suit and act cool on this monster-infested island.

It's almost as if they have a note stuck to their forehead saying, "I'm the hidden boss, there's a trap here."

If he could be killed with a single shot, then the genes of the Xiu family could be used to feed the dogs.

Therefore, it can be seen that Ma Guijiang did not place his hopes on this so-called "first encounter kill".

When he thrust forward, he deliberately reserved three-tenths of his strength for a change of move.

"Click".

Arima Kishou pressed the trigger mechanism on the IXA gun handle with his thumb in a very discreet manner.

The originally straight energy gun tip suddenly shot out extremely dense spiral barbs like a blooming flower of death!

Sōta Furuta, who had been confident of victory and was still striking poses, suddenly changed his expression.

To avoid having his hand shredded into mincemeat by the sudden spiral spikes, he had no choice but to release his grip in utter disappointment.

In the very 0.1 seconds that Furuta let go.

Arima Kishou used the recoil of the IXA to fly backwards with exceptional smoothness.

In the instant he created distance, he even had the energy to adjust the IXA's energy beam to scattering mode.

In an extremely brutal manner, the dozen or so high-level Amazon monsters that had just been blasted away by the steam and were now preparing to pounce again were instantly chopped into pieces of minced meat on the ground!

"Thank you so much."

Looking at the convulsing corpses of the miscellaneous soldiers scattered on the ground, He Xiujiu was not angry. Instead, he dramatically patted the dust off his hands.

"I'm so sorry to trouble you, as a guest, to help me clear the room."

After all, I was originally planning to chop up this disgustingly eaten garbage myself and feed it to the dogs.

"Hiss!" Accompanied by a burst of extremely thick white steam, it was released.

Arima Kishou, having created a safe distance, decisively pulled out the pusher from his belt.

Sigma's transformation was deactivated, and he reverted to his human form, wearing a white trench coat.

He had to carefully calculate that "three-minute" transformation time. Before figuring out his opponent's true strength, conserving his energy was the best strategy.

Once the transformation is canceled, we can use the conversation to buy time and restore the body's functions.

"I knew it. The famous Arima Kishou wouldn't just blindly charge in to his death."

Looking at Arima, who had deactivated his transformation, Washuu shrugged. "So, do you have any other trump cards up your sleeve? Or was that 'monster' form, just like ours, your limit?"

"Hidden cards are something you only need to prepare when dealing with valuable enemies."

Arima Kishou adjusted his black-rimmed glasses, not responding to the previous conversation about "transformation".

Instead, he used an extremely cold tone, as if reading a death sentence, to directly expose the hypocrisy of Furuta Sōta.

"Let me guess, Washuu Sōta, or should I call you—that illegitimate son of the Washuu family who can't be seen in public?"

Arima Kishou's words were like a sharp scalpel, precisely cutting into the secrets of the Washuu family.

"According to the extremely corrupt bloodline inheritance system of the Washuu family, even if you were to wait in line until the next century, it would be impossible for a bastard with impure blood to take up the mantle of chairman of the entire conglomerate."

"In addition, considering the numerous news reports over the past two weeks about the core members of the Hexiu family retiring due to illness and transferring their power to you in a highly unified manner —"

Arima Kishou gave a cold laugh.

"You're not trying to tell me that those old monsters suddenly had a change of heart, are you?"

The only explanation is that you have essentially wiped out the entire Xiu family, from top to bottom, leaving not even a dog behind.

"Have you killed them all?"

"Otherwise, how could such a vast enterprise as the Hexiu Group be given orders by a bastard like you, who has no legitimate claim to the position?"

Arima Kishou's extremely harsh words, which directly exposed the behavior of "filial piety," landed on the table.

Just moments ago, He Xiujiu had a carefree, grinning face, as if he were attending a costume party.

The exaggerated smile on his face vanished without a trace, as if erased by an eraser.

Instead, there is an extremely cold, even somewhat neurotic, crazy facial paralysis.

It was as if the soul inside that body had completely changed into a different person in that instant.

"That's right."

With remarkable composure, He Xiuji calmly acknowledged the horrific massacre of his entire family. He even closed his eyes, seemingly savoring some exquisite delicacy with utter ecstasy.

"I not only killed all those useless people in the entire Heshuben family who just sat in their offices drinking tea."

I even thoughtfully stuffed all the remaining heads of the branch families into a blender and slaughtered them all!

Furuta suddenly opened his eyes, his gaze bursting with an extremely fanatical light.

"Those old bastards! All they think about all day is how to turn their genes back into normal human genes!"

They strictly control their ghouls, establishing all sorts of ridiculous rules, all under the guise of maintaining "stability" in human society?!

"It's utterly ridiculous!"

"No, that's not enough."

Arima Kishou interrupted his speech with extreme indifference, as if he were watching a mediocre third-rate actor.

"The real motive goes far beyond this pointless family feud."

"That's right! Of course, it's more than that!"

He Xiujiu seemed to have been hit with a climax, and he laughed wildly, his laughter echoing across the empty battlefield.

"The real reason! It's because an evolution that transcends dimensions has occurred within me!"

A miracle of life that could only occur in us, the cursed "half-humans"!

He pointed to his chest with extreme fervor, then pointed to Arima Kishou.

"Only we! Only this small group—those who were forcibly transplanted with Rc cells but didn't grow those disgusting bursae—are qualified to bear this kind of evolution!"

"We are not the prematurely aged, half-finished products that those old folks are talking about!"

We are the ultimate predators on this planet, more perfect than any ghoul or any human! We possess strength, speed, and immortality surpassing all others!

"But those damned old geezers regard this great evolution as a monstrous flood and try to wipe me out!"

So, in order to protect myself, I had no choice but to turn them all into mincemeat before they could kill me. And Shuuto’s crazed eyes were fixed on Arima Kishou, his tone even carrying a hint of morbid ecstasy at meeting a fellow enthusiast.

"I know you! Arima Kishou! You're half-human too!"

"Not only do you maintain such terrifying energy at a stage where you should be experiencing severe premature aging, but you also displayed an inhuman demeanor just now—"

Without a doubt, you, like me, have also embraced evolution! We are the true kindred spirits in this world!

"similar?"

Hearing this extremely shocking villainous declaration, Arima Kishou's lips curled into a rare, even extremely mocking, sneer.

"Don't overestimate yourself, Osamu Kōta."

"Your 'evolutionary theory,' which is full of nonsensical nonsense, can only fool those fanatical cultists with brainstem deficiencies."

Arima Kishou pushed up his glasses and, with a look akin to looking at trash, ripped apart Furuta Souta's fig leaf with extreme sharpness: "The reason you're so impatient to slaughter your own family, even at the cost of prematurely tearing off your disguise and carrying out this kind of bottomless massacre on the island, is to accelerate your so-called bullshit god-making plan."

Arima Kishou's voice was as cold as polar ice, each word piercing to the heart: "It's not because you have any grand ideals at all."

"It's because you sensed the existence of the Global Occult Alliance on the dark web or in some other dimension."

"You witnessed firsthand how they physically eliminated those abnormal monsters, which are considered gods in human understanding, as if they were trash."

Arima Kishou, seeing Furuta Souta's expression freeze for a moment, delivered his final verdict, word by word: "Faced with that unreasonable, dimensional-lowering attack that could uproot your entire Washuu family—"

"You're scared."

"So you're like a stray dog ​​cornered against a wall, with no choice but to bite like crazy, trying to turn yourself into a slightly bigger monster before the death penalty comes."

The entire venue was deathly silent.

The fervor on Kyoto Sōta's face froze completely. His facial muscles twitched unnaturally a few times.

There was no hysterical outburst or furious reaction to being exposed.

He simply let out a long sigh, quite abruptly.

"Ugh—what a disappointment, Mr. Arima."

He Xiu Jiuduo Zongtai tilted his head, and his eyes, which had been disguised as madness, now held only a chilling abyss.

"Since you've put it that way—then I have no choice but to ask you to die."

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