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This guy... is so fast! ?

Within that tiny distance, Fujimiya Makoto's feet were almost fixed in place, and he easily dodged all the attacks just by moving his upper body.

Each punch passed by his body with great risk, but failed to touch him even a little bit.

The muzzle of the gun in Metallu's hand swung back and forth, but he could not catch the gap between him and Pieck.

Immediately afterwards, the pupils suddenly contracted again.

"Pike! Get out of the way!"

The moment the sound rang out, Pique's figure froze slightly for a moment, and the heavy punch he had thrown had just reached its limit.

In an extremely brief and elusive moment, Fujimiya Makoto suddenly took a step forward.

"Snapped!"

When my right foot stepped on the ground, the surface of the floor tiles suddenly broke into spider-web-like cracks.

The force starts from the ground and goes straight through the waist and legs.

The surging power climbs up the spine, squeezing the muscles and lifting the waist and shoulders.

Until I had to post it.

"True One Bone!"

A terrifying force burst out like a surging fog dragon, and a roar like a howling gale erupted in the direction of Pike.

The stone tiles behind Fujimiya Makoto drew a circular shape and exploded into a ball like broken biscuits due to the recoil force.

However, almost at the moment when the fist touched Pique, Fujimiya Makoto's eyes suddenly showed something strange.

"boom!"

Following the direction of the fist, a passage dozens of meters long was formed straight forward, with gravel flying everywhere.

Pique's body flew backwards due to this force.

However, before Fujimiya Madoka could experience the special feeling on the tip of his fist, he heard a series of sharp explosions, which turned into a burst of noise.

Metalu took two quick steps forward, firing continuous bursts of fire from the submachine gun in her hand, all of which were easily avoided by Fujimiya Makoto.

The attack was not stopped until Pique retreated from his original position.

After this round of testing, both sides obviously had a certain judgment of each other's strength.

However, after actually getting this result, Metalu and Pieck's expressions were obviously not very good.

"Hey! Are you okay?" Metal shouted in dissatisfaction, but her body blocked in front of Piqué.

"'Elected' out!"

A relieved smile appeared on Piqué's face: "I almost thought I couldn't 'choose' it...that punch."

"It's fine as long as I can 'choose' it!"

Metallu's voice became increasingly tense. "Now we need to think about how to hit that guy."

Even though he said this, Pique loosened his hands that were rubbing his chest and abdomen.

There wasn't even a wrinkle on the clothes.

Unscathed.

Listening to them discussing battle strategies in front of him without any scruples, Fujimiya Makoto unconsciously revealed a hint of confidence on his face, and his eyes vaguely glanced at the woman lying on the ground.

La Ai still looked as if he had been severely injured and did not move.

This time, she was telling the truth.

Long before these two guys arrived, Fujimiya Makoto had already learned information about their abilities.

The ability of Holy Word P is 'Selection'.

Able to choose everything that comes into contact with him and exclude the one he doesn't want.

In a sense, it can also be regarded as an absolute defense.

As for the other petite yellow-haired girl, it was Holy Word M.

The ability is metal (metal/メタル).

However, because she had attacked so infrequently, even La Ai was not clear about her specific abilities. She only knew that she could create a metal gun that could fire bullets at any time.

In addition, their physical abilities are also weak.

In that case...

Fujimiya Makoto's eyes immediately became stern, and he leaned forward as if to rush forward, took a deep breath, and a loud explosion like thunder immediately followed.

【It's decided to be you! Yellow-haired Lolita!】

[Let me use my snake head to test you, the little jailer with code thirty-six!]

[I’ll chew all ten of your toes until they’re completely chewed! ! !]

The cute and tender voice of Xiao Podao suddenly resounded in the ears of everyone present, startling both Piqué and Metallu.

Fujimiya Makoto almost stumbled and fell to the ground, and his forward steps were slowed down.

○ You horse! Little broken knife!

Pique immediately came back to his senses from the shock of that moment, and without hesitation, he blocked Metalu's way with his huge body, facing Fujimiya Makoto's charge directly and colliding with him.

The sound of the violent collision was deafening, but this time Pique, who had fully adapted to the attack, was not knocked away instantly like last time.

On the contrary, after actually "picking out" Fujimiya Makoto's attack, Pieck became more and more proficient in the effect of this repulsion. He swung his arms at an extremely fast speed like thunder, completely ignoring Fujimiya Makoto's offensive.

However, it was exactly as he thought.

This time, all the punches that Fujimiya Makoto swung were like a drop in the ocean, without any force at all.

"Weak, weak, weak, weak—"

Seeing his helpless look, Pique's voice became louder and louder, and a hideous smile broke out on his seemingly honest and serious face.

"Death-san!"

"Is this all you have?!"

The wind from the fists was whistling and boiling.

However, the seemingly powerful series of punches all landed in the air.

Only the muffled sound of drums remained.

Fujimiya Makoto looked at his arrogant appearance, but suddenly a smile appeared on his face:

"Before you die, at least remember the name of your enemy."

Almost at the moment his voice fell, a glimmer of light suddenly flashed in the eyes of Laai, who had just been lying on the ground.

His gaze was directed towards Metalu, who was standing there with her gun in hand, her eyes fixed on the two people in the battle group.

The palm that seemed to be covered with bloodstains unconsciously pressed down the abyss of people's hearts and took out a palm-sized dagger.

【Dog Licking Ceremony】

This is a contract that, once signed, means giving "everything" to another person.

Long before the two men arrived, they had already agreed on the signal for action.

"boom--"

The fists collided, making a dull sound.

However, before Pique could throw the next punch, Fujimiya Makoto's wrist suddenly locked onto his arm like a snake, and he instantly took advantage of the force to rise up and suddenly kicked him in the abdomen with a dull thud.

Pique had no time to "choose" and before he could fully release the force, his body had already floated slightly in the air due to this huge force, and there was even a lingering pure white aftermath in his abdomen that had not yet dissipated in the air.

The eyes of this huge man were bloodshot, but his gaze was still closely following Fujimiya Makoto's movements.

The pupils suddenly tightened.

He saw that Fujimiya Makoto appeared in front of him without him noticing when.

His right hand even touched the hilt of the knife, which he had never touched from beginning to end, and he opened his mouth slightly.

"This guy, does he know how to kill?"

The fierce fight just now caused Pique to make such a misjudgment.

But the next moment, a sense of danger so strong that it was life-threatening filled his chest uncontrollably, causing him to almost desperately hold his arms tightly in front of him.

The ability of 'selection' selects all the requirements for the slash in an instant.

It was not until this moment that Fujimiya Makoto's voice reached his ears.

"My name is——"

"Fujimiya Makoto."

Almost at the moment the sound fell.

The dazzling sword light illuminated his face like a waterfall, drawing a brilliant white streak in the air.

Even Pique, who was standing nearby, couldn't help but be captivated by the knife light.

At the same time, La Ai, who had been lying on the ground as if dead, suddenly jumped up.

On the body that seemed to be covered with bruises, there were only a few unhealed bleeding wounds. The parts that were truly fatal had already been barely pieced together by Fujimiya Makoto with the help of the three-handed Kaido that he learned from Unohana teacher.

Naturally, in this brief moment, what she could unleash was naturally all the strength she had in her entire life!

"I can cut it off!"

This categorical lie suddenly came out of the woman's mouth, making it difficult for people to control their sense of conviction.

The dagger tightly held in her hand was wrapped in a blazing fluorescent light, and she stabbed Metalu's fair and fragile neck from behind without hesitation.

It was not until she heard the sound that Metalu, who had been standing there blankly with the gun in hand, seemed to come to her senses and turned her head towards the direction where the sound came from.

"Clang!"

Two tones combined into one.

The knife in Fujimiya Makoto's hand flashed like flowing water without any resistance.

The blade, fully endowed with the power of will, cut through the object as easily as a hot knife through butter.

"thump."

An arm that was thicker than an ordinary person's thigh suddenly fell to the ground with a dull sound.

The blood dripped onto the ground, making a splashing sound.

In an instant, a large area of ​​the ground was dyed red.

Pique staggered two steps unconsciously due to the sudden loss of blood and the loss of balance after losing his arm.

He pinched the cut on his left hand tightly with his right hand to stop the bleeding.

His face looked slightly pale.

On his other arm, there was still a deep scratch, slowly bleeding.

The attack just now was 'selected'.

But only half were chosen.

The price he paid was an arm.

Fujimiya Makoto calmly swung the blade to wipe off the blood, without any arrogance or impatience.

“It’s an amazing ability.”

"I thought that the knife just now would at least take away both of your arms."

Piqué gritted his teeth, stared at him intently, and said in a hoarse voice: "Who was that just now?"

Fujimiya Makoto smiled at him easily:

"Just a little trick."

"I won't tell you."