I adopted a child demon from the Gap, and I'm a special agent for the Bureau of Supernatural Ab

Ughhhhhh—"

Numerous mouths of varying sizes emanated from the monster's body, emitting mournful howls, interspersed with faint, eerie "clucking" sounds. Li Cheng knew this was likely the monster's fragmented human memories, unconsciously calling out to its closest and most familiar people. However, the continuous deformities and twisted growths of its body had completely transformed it into a terrifying monster.

Should we kill it?

Li Cheng hesitated for a moment as he thought about it.

Li Cheng had considered ways to save her. After hearing 03's story, he sympathized with the brother and sister who relied on each other and was willing to help them as much as he could. However, given the girl's current state, he found the situation extremely difficult.

"Whoosh!"

A gigantic, long limb with countless arms joined together lashed out at Li Cheng. He quickly dodged and, in the next instant, severed the monster's swinging limb. The monster roared, and the severed limb almost immediately began to repair and regenerate.

This can't go on; we can't let it continue to grow.

After a series of unsuccessful battles, Li Cheng took a deep breath and finally made up his mind.

"I'm sorry I had to do this. I hope you can survive."

Within the gap, the black space seemed to ripple, and something began to slowly emerge from within it.

"This is my first time trying to do this, I hope it goes well."

Countless pebbles, along with other debris such as traffic signs and furniture fragments, flew towards the monster like cannonballs, slamming into its body in a dense barrage. The immense impact smashed the monster's entire body into a bloody mess, and before it could regenerate, a black gap swept across its body, instantly severing a large section of limb.

"Uh ah ah!"

The monster roared violently, twisting its body incessantly and attacking its surroundings in a frenzied, unconscious manner. Suddenly, a train emerged from a gap, slamming the monster high into the air at incredible speed before disappearing quickly into another gap.

After silently apologizing, Li Cheng passed through a gap and appeared in front of the monster in the next moment. He reached out and directly into the monster's still unhealed limb wound.

Please, it has to work!

Purple demonic power, creating unusual fluctuations, began to ripple within the monster's massive body.

The boundary between past and present, activate!

……

"Should we continue playing?"

With a kick, Deathstroke walked calmly into the dilapidated interrogation room, looking at Touma Kamijou, who was struggling to get up from the ground and covered in blood, and said...

With three gunshot wounds to his left arm, a piercing blade wound to his shoulder, and seven or eight cuts of varying depths on his forehead and body, plus bruises from being struck with a club, Touma Kamijou's current condition is extremely poor. In contrast, his opponent, Deathstroke, shows no signs of injury whatsoever. Even the wound inflicted by the robot vacuum at the beginning has completely healed, leaving no trace.

"Ugh, damn it, I can't fight back at all."

Gasping for breath, Touma Kamijou braced himself, trying to stand up again. However, his overly injured and exhausted limbs clearly could not fully obey his will, and he almost collapsed to the ground again, only able to maintain a half-kneeling position, letting the blood drip from his wounds onto the ground.

Out of the corner of his eye, Touma Kamijou glanced at the single cell inside the interrogation room and, through the window, vaguely saw the man sleeping soundly in the chair, and Shio peeking out the window.

We cannot fall, not now, we cannot fall.

With great effort, Touma Kamijou stood up once again.

"You bastard, why did you kill that man?" Gritting his teeth, Touma Kamijou looked at Deathstroke, who was slowly walking into the house, and asked, word by word, "Why did you have to follow the orders of someone like that and do such a thing?"

"Hmph, a brat with an overactive sense of justice?"

Deathstroke merely brandished his blade and gave a dismissive sneer.

"Accepting missions, killing targets, collecting pay—that's just my way of life. As for everything else, that's none of my business, nothing more."

As he spoke, he raised the blade in his hand, pointing it directly at Kamijou Touma in front of him.

"It's commendable that a C-rank brat has managed to hold on until now. If you step aside now, I might spare your life, since my only target is that cripple."

"What the hell are you talking about, you bastard!"

Filled with extreme rage, Touma Kamijou clenched his fists and roared loudly, so loudly that even Deathstroke himself was slightly surprised.

“That guy, even in those circumstances, managed to survive until now. How could I just let it go with a simple ‘it’s none of my business’? I will never let him become like you…”

Before Touma could finish speaking, a blade flashed, aiming straight for his face. Deathstroke had no patience to listen to the other's rambling. Since he wasn't willing to give way, then they would die together; his thought was simple and decisive.

But the next moment, his exposed single eye showed a surprised expression.

Touma Kamijou dodged it.

Despite the extremely unseemly fall to the ground, Touma Kamijou did indeed dodge an attack that no normal person should have been able to avoid.

How did this guy do that?

Before Deathstroke could resolve his doubts, the next moment, Touma Kamijou, who was lying on the ground, suddenly stood up, clenched his right fist, and struck Deathstroke's chin hard.

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Chapter 26, Section 167: Imagine Breaker, Railgun

A heavy punch landed on Deathstroke's chin, completely unexpected by him.

This guy was actually able to react, dodge, and fight back under these circumstances. Is he really just an ordinary C-level ability user?

Touma Kamijou's punch landed heavily on Deathstroke's chin. This punch far exceeded the power he had previously displayed, sending his opponent staggering back several steps, and a trickle of blood seeped from the corner of his mouth.

"It actually hit?"

After delivering the blow, Touma Kamijou stood frozen in place, looking at his right hand in disbelief. Then, he hardened his gaze, raised his head, and looked at Deathstroke, who was wiping blood from the corner of his mouth not far away.

If he can hit the opponent, then he is not as invincible and powerful as he seems. If this continues, he might be able to win!

The next moment, a long stick magnified in front of his pupils.

"Wow!"

Instinctively, Touma Kamijou narrowly dodged to the side. The long staff grazed his face, piercing through the wall and embedding itself in it. The next moment, a chilling blade slashed down towards Touma Kamijou's neck, intending to sever his head.

But then, Touma Kamijou dodged the fatal blow once again. He lunged forward in an extremely undignified manner, landing face-up on the ground, thus avoiding the rapidly slashing blade.

Not only that, in the midst of the crisis, he even turned around and kicked Deathstroke in the ankle. However, given the vast difference in their physical abilities, Deathstroke's body didn't budge at all, while Touma Kamijou himself felt as if he had kicked a steel plate.

Wait a minute, this guy is covered in armor all over except for his head. Kicking him is really no different than kicking a lump of iron.

Enduring the extreme pain from the kick, Touma Kamijou limped to his feet. Deathstroke ignored him, turned and walked to the wall where the long stick was stuck, pulled it out, and then headed towards the interrogation cell where the man was.

Oh no, is this guy planning to kill 03 directly?

Without the slightest hesitation, Touma Kamijou charged towards Deathstroke, clenching his right fist and punching straight at his opponent. With a cold snort, Deathstroke didn't even turn his head; he swung his long staff, as if it had eyes, and thrust it towards Touma Kamijou's front.

So fast!

Even with his best efforts to dodge, the speed difference was too great, and Touma Kamijou was ultimately unable to completely avoid the vicious attack. He was hit hard on the shoulder and sent flying backward.

"I see, so the reaction limit is around B+?"

Shaking the long stick in his hand, Deathstroke spoke thoughtfully, then turned to look behind him at Kamijou Touma, who was lying on the ground, unable to get up for a long time after being hit by the stick.

"Alright, no need to try anymore," Deathstroke said coldly. "Your strength poses no threat to me whatsoever, and continuing will be pointless. Just stay here and lie down."

"Are you kidding me...?"

With difficulty, Touma Kamijou supported himself with his hands and slowly stood up again, facing Deathstroke, who was much stronger and taller than him.

"If I fall here, no one will protect that guy. I absolutely cannot accept watching a weakling who can't protect himself be killed so easily!"

What a righteous brat! Hmph, fine, I'll just knock him out with one blow, complete the mission and leave.

Somewhat frustrated, Deathstroke sighed, gripped the stick in his hand, and swung it down hard at Kamijou Touma's head. The speed was even faster than when he had knocked Kamijou Touma away earlier.

But then, to his utter surprise, Kamijou Touma also charged forward, actually dodging his precise and swift strike. Raising his right hand, clenching it into a fist, Kamijou Touma roared and slammed his fist into Deathstroke's face.

At that moment, Touma Kamijou felt as if his hand had struck an impenetrable wall.

"Boom!"

A heavy, sweeping kick slammed down on Touma Kamijou's abdomen. He groaned as he was sent flying, crashing into the wall and sending dust flying before falling to the ground. Deathstroke, having delivered the kick, withdrew his leg and wiped his face.

He touched something wet, warm, and damp.

I was... hit and started bleeding?

How could that be? No matter how much he improves on the spot, the gap between him and me in terms of basic physical abilities is absolute. Theoretically, he shouldn't be able to injure me at all; he should have injured himself instead, like when he kicked me before. How could this be…

He subconsciously pursed his lips, then paused again. The tiny wound in his mouth caused by Touma Kamijou's punch to his chin had not yet healed.

Ah, I see.

Seeing Kamijou Touma lying motionless on the ground not far away, seemingly unconscious, and especially noticing his obviously swollen right hand, Deathstroke understood the situation.

His superhuman physical abilities and powerful self-healing are thanks to the changes to his body caused by a special drug from a past experiment. Furthermore, intelligence indicates that this kid's right hand possesses the ability to erase all supernatural and magical powers, thus enabling him to fight many enemies stronger than himself.

He licked the tiny wound in his mouth again. Yes, it was healing, but much slower than normal. In other words, his self-healing ability was being suppressed.

Hmph, it seems that after understanding this mission, I'll have to go back and find the people from back then to figure out what exactly this potion is all about.

After glancing once more at Touma Kamijou lying motionless on the ground, Deathstroke didn't hesitate much. He turned and kicked open the door to the interrogation room, preparing to go inside. But just then, he heard a clear, forceful sound behind him, accompanied by a voice filled with rage:

"Don't even think about hurting him, you bastard! We're not done yet!"

Ugh, what a troublesome brat.

Ignoring Touma's reaction behind him, Deathstroke drew his sword and entered the room, intending to kill his target and leave. However, he was immediately met with the sound of running footsteps behind him. Touma pounced on him, wrapping his arms around Deathstroke's waist from behind, trying to hold him back.

Then he was grabbed by Deathstroke, flipped over, and slammed heavily to the ground. But immediately afterward, Touma Kamijou leaped up from the ground and struck Deathstroke's cheek hard with his right hand. Although Deathstroke was immediately knocked to the ground by the recoil, this time he did take a step back, and the spot on his face where he was hit swelled up slightly.

"It's not over yet!"

Despite his injuries, Touma Kamijou roared and stood up once more, clenching his fist and punching Deathstroke, who was still standing in place.

"To be punched three times in the face by a brat, this is truly a huge embarrassment."

He casually caught Touma Kamijou's punch, clenching it tightly until he could hear the bones cracking. Touma cried out in pain, but he couldn't break free from the grip and could only watch as the other man used his other hand to take the long staff from behind him.

"I can't be bothered with mission objectives. Since you're determined to die and I can't get rid of you, then I'll let you taste what death feels like!"

The solid iron staff, carrying a heavy weight, swung down heavily towards Touma Kamijou's head, its size magnifying in his pupils. He couldn't dodge it; there was no way he could. He knew this simple fact at first glance. In less than the blink of an eye, the staff was already before him, everything seemingly already decided.

"Hey, hey, only I can defeat this guy, don't you dare beat me to it!"

The arrogant words, accompanied by intense lightning, swept in with unparalleled speed, instantly entangling the iron rod in Deathstroke's hand. The next moment, the rod slipped from Deathstroke's grasp, as if pulled by an unseen hand, and flew to the other side of the room.