Don't force me to use my right fist.

Who knows what will happen to the opponent after that punch?

Although holding a non-tool in that world can cause the same damage as a fist, this relatively soft bread can at least provide some cushioning, right?

As it turned out, Sawa's conjecture was correct.

With his right hand gripping the bread like a brick, Saya dodged and punched, landing on the stomach of one of the lucky ones randomly chosen from the group of men in black.

Before the other party could even react, he only felt a dark shadow flash by, followed by a huge impact from his abdomen, which sent him flying backward.

Sawa even had a feeling that if it weren't for that piece of bread, he might have punched the other person right through.

All those years of honing stones and wood weren't for nothing.

Before the other men in black could react, Sōyū had already appeared in front of another person once again.

A crushing battle.

Firearms failed to gain any advantage against the monster Sōyū. In the blink of an eye, the men in black who had been surrounding him were all lying on the ground.

Sōyū could only tell from their breathing that they were still alive; as for how long they had been dead, that was not something he needed to worry about.

The ten-man encirclement was quickly reduced to just the middle-aged man who was clearly the leader.

Saya kept him around to find out what had happened that made these people target the girl from earlier.

Even after demonstrating such strength, he still persisted.

If we leave the leader behind, we're sure we can uncover something.

Sawa was very interested in the so-called true god that he had just inadvertently revealed, not to mention that he had specifically named him as a heretic.

At worst, he could be taken hostage to threaten the last remaining sniper.

He was just not mentally prepared to kill, but he was not a gentleman. Why not use tactics like taking hostages if he could?

"You're the only one left. I gave you a chance to run away, but you didn't. Now, I'll give you a chance to explain your purpose to me, and I can guarantee that I'll go easy on you when I hit you."

Grasping the pistol in the other person's hand, Saya weighed the wheat bread in his hand and said.

If the bread in his hand were replaced with a brick, he would look exactly like a street thug.

"Monster, heretic, demon!"

The middle-aged man never expected that a monster like Zuoyou, disguised as a human, would appear in this mission. The specially prepared elite gunmen were like clay in front of him, and even the snipers were helpless against him.

This is something that humans are absolutely not capable of doing.

Just as the oracle had indicated, that woman was indeed the culprit who brought about the calamity, no wonder she had a demon guarding her.

A hint of fanaticism flashed in the middle-aged man's somewhat cloudy eyes, and his hand secretly reached towards his waist.

"That's going too far! Have you ever seen a demon hit someone with bread? Fine, don't talk about it, but please don't resort to personal attacks."

Sōyū's attention wasn't entirely focused on the guy in front of him; instead, he kept scanning his surroundings.

That sniper is definitely still looking for an opportunity, but Zuoyou estimates that if the opponent's next shot doesn't affect him, then the opponent will definitely give up.

It was this oversight that caused Saya to fail to notice that the man in front of him had pulled the ring on something at his waist.

A strange sound, like a fuse being lit, flashed through his mind. Sōyu looked at the middle-aged man who had suddenly rushed towards him with some fear.

This scene is so visually striking, it's just that the person isn't quite green enough.

Sawa thought to himself, his mind automatically replacing the image with that of a Creeper.

Chapter Twelve: The Sniper Showdown

The explosion erupted in the secluded park.

Sawa was unable to escape the blast radius.

It wasn't that it was too fast for him to react, but Sawa suddenly felt a bit of admiration for this middle-aged man who was willing to sacrifice his own life to perish together with him.

Not everyone can be fearless of death for their beliefs; it can only be said that the other person is a person of unwavering will.

Of course, one could also say that the other party has been thoroughly brainwashed by religion.

He doesn't even care about the lives of his companions around him, and only wants to complete that so-called mission?

That's pretty scary.

As the smoke from the explosion slowly dissipated, Sawa, clad in a light blue armor, stood still, then collapsed to the ground as if he had lost all strength.

The surroundings fell silent instantly.

Are you still there?

The girl's voice came from the sturdy stone house next to her.

A meter-thick layer of stone is not so easily destroyed by an explosion. She had just been locked inside, and apart from the ringing in her ears from the huge explosion, she knew nothing about what was happening outside.

However, she knew that something unexpected must have happened again.

So those guys outside were carrying bombs?

At this moment, all she could do was trust Saya.

As a non-human being, he should have a way to deal with this, right?

Unfortunately, no one answered the girl's question.

The park, which had been filled with the chaotic sounds of gunfire, was now eerily quiet.

"boom!"

The sniper rifle fired for the third time, and the bullet accurately hit Sauyu, who was lying on the ground. The huge impact even made his body roll over.

But just as the sniper was thinking of finishing off Saya to confirm his death, he saw a scene through his scope that filled him with utter terror.

The flipped-over Sōyū held a wooden bow stretched to its limit in his hand. He aimed with half-closed eyes, his gaze as if he had spotted prey that had walked right into his trap.

A chill crept up the sniper's spine.

"Great, I've found you."

As Sōyū softly uttered a phrase, he released the taut bowstring, and the arrow streaked across the night sky like a shooting star.

Of course, it's impossible for Saga to be taken down by a single grenade.

The explosive power isn't even enough to destroy a layer of ground, so how can it be compared to a Creeper's explosion?

It's not like it's a TNT bomb or anything.

He was acting like this simply to find the last hidden sniper.

Regardless of whether the other party believed he was really down or not, as long as he fired the shot, Sayu's goal had already been achieved.

Without the interference of other people and sounds, following the direction of the gunshot and the trajectory of the bullet, Saya was absolutely confident that he could find him.

Once the person was found, the rest was simple.

Sōyu is not someone without ranged attack methods.

He was quite confident in his archery accuracy.

The unconscious sniper, hundreds of meters away, whose shoulder was pierced by a meteor-like arrow and pinned to a tree behind him, is the best proof of this.

"What? My aim is pretty accurate."

After putting away the bow and arrow that were still flashing with an eerie light, Sōyū stood up from the ground.

The explosion had left the scene exceptionally bloody; after all, a living human being had been blown to pieces right in front of him, and Sayu was still feeling rather uncomfortable.

Reality isn't a game; things aren't as clean as you might imagine after an explosion.

However, perhaps due to the diamond armor, Saga was not covered in any splattered blood or bits of flesh.

After looking around again and confirming that there were no other pursuers, Saya stood next to the stone shelter that he had built himself.

He deliberately chiseled open the stone protecting the girl from the other side, and with his arms crossed, he gazed at the girl who was looking at him with eyes that held a hint of resentment and expectation.

"Now that the matter is resolved, I think it's time for you to explain what exactly happened, right? For example, could you introduce yourself first?"

Sōyū patted non-existent dust off his hands, scratched his head, and then asked.

If those armed men could be explained as hired killers for money, and this was just a normal property and political dispute, then the middle-aged man who recklessly challenged him to a suicide bombing made things complicated.

It's one thing to involve religion and such things, but then they inexplicably made Saya watch a bombing show up close.

"I told you long ago, once you get involved in this, it won't be so easy to get out of it."

The girl stretched out her excessively pale hand and reached towards Sōyū's face, wanting to peel off the leather covering his face.

She still preferred to communicate with Sōyū when his face was visible. When he covered his face, the girl always had the illusion that he was just a monster in armor.

That's not what I was asking.

Sōyū sighed and took a step back to avoid the girl's hand.

She's still the same; she's mentally unstable as always.

"Why don't you introduce yourself first? If we get to know each other, it'll be easier for us to exchange information, right?"

The girl was not disappointed that she could not remove Saya's mask, but instead reached out her small hand to Saya.

Thanks to the regeneration potion, all of the girl's wounds have healed, and her every move exudes an elegant, aristocratic air.

Zuoyou could tell from her eyes that she wanted him to help her out of this makeshift shelter that resembled a stone coffin.

This is the perfect pampered young lady attitude, the kind who wants someone to feed her even when she's eating.

And judging from her expression, it was as if he was doing this out of the ordinary.

Thank you so much.

Sōyū didn't have the habit of indulging people, so he just coldly watched as her small hand was placed in front of him.

He'll help whoever wants to, no matter how beautiful their hands are, he won't offer assistance.

Anyway, he's not Yoshikage Kira.

"Just think of me as a wanderer passing by. As for my name..."

Sōyū glanced at the girl's curious eyes.

"I've noticed that you really like to take the initiative, isn't that why I asked you first?"