"Crushing King!"
Not daring to hold back, Cornelia used all her strength in one strike. The massive recoil caused the ground to crack continuously, and she felt as if her entire arm was about to lose sensation.
"Is this all the power you have with your Shingu? I'm not satisfied!"
"Well, let's just destroy this piece of junk."
Effortlessly holding Cornelia's fist wrapped in the Crushing King, Sora showed a disappointed expression. With a slight squeeze of his fingers, under Cornelia's horrified gaze, the Shingu [Crushing King] began to shatter, turning into a pile of scrap on the ground.
"Bastard!"
Poney's voice rang out. Somehow, she had appeared behind Sora, and her long leg swept mercilessly towards his head.
Even against a dangerous beast, Poney was confident she could kick its head off. But facing this monster…
Although he didn't care much about the girl's attack, Sora didn't want to waste any more time with them. With his free hand, he grabbed Poney's leg.
"Bastard, let go… ah…"
Seeing that this despicable guy had caught her leg, Poney was furious. But before she could finish cursing, Sora swung her body in the air and slammed her into the ground!
Boom!!!
"Ugh…"
With a dull thud, her petite body hit the ground. Poney felt as if her internal organs were about to shift, and she spat out a mouthful of blood, her eyes rolling back as she fainted.
"Even the tsundere Mine and Saya wouldn't dare to act so arrogantly in front of me. Consider this a small punishment."
Looking at the unconscious Poney, Sora smirked.
Although it looked terrifying, Sora had controlled his strength perfectly. The spirited Poney had already been marked as his possession, so he naturally wouldn't truly harm her.
"Poney!"
Seeing her sister injured, Cornelia was frantic, struggling to check on Poney's condition.
"Don't worry, you're not getting away either."
After releasing Poney's small white leg, Sora clenched his fist and punched Cornelia in the stomach.
Her vision went black, and without even a scream, Cornelia also passed out.
"Cornelia! Poney!"
With bloodshot eyes and no trace of the previous nervousness and shyness, this was Tsukushi, the pure-hearted girl with a youthful face and ample bosom. Her Shingu, Prometheus, was aimed directly at Sora's forehead. Without any hesitation, Tsukushi decisively pulled the trigger.
Bang!
The bullet tore through the air at the fastest speed, reaching Sora's forehead in the blink of an eye!
Bang!
Another dull thud, but it wasn't the sound of the bullet piercing Sora's forehead. Instead, it was the sound of Sora's knee slamming into Tsukushi's stomach.
"Ugh…"
Spitting out a mouthful of bitter liquid, the girl collapsed to the ground. The bloodshot look in her eyes quickly faded as she lost consciousness.
"Tsk tsk, have I been too harsh on these little girls?"
Looking at the three girls he had "taken down," Sora muttered to himself.
Sensing movement behind him, he tilted his head and extended his right hand, catching a bullet between his fingers. It seemed he had been quite generous!
"Heh… As expected of Akame, watching her companions fall one by one and still able to hold back!"
"So, have you found my weakness yet?"
Sora smirked as he asked the black-haired, red-eyed girl across from him.
"Do you know me well?"
Instead of answering Sora's question, Akame frowned.
This guy in front of her gave her a feeling of being completely unfathomable, like a dense fog. And every time he mentioned her, his tone…
"Ah, perhaps I know you better than you know yourself!"
A strange glint flashed in Sora's eyes as he spoke with a calm expression.
"Najasho."
Ignoring the other's nonsense, Akame slowly drew her katana, [Kiriichimonji], and turned her gaze to the only remaining standing companion, Najasho.
"Although I hate teaming up with weaklings, I'll make an exception this time."
Drawing his Shingu, [Water-Dragon Sword], Najasho slowly walked to Akame's side, facing Sora. His aura surged, growing several times stronger in an instant!
"The two strongest members of the Empire's elite assassination squad, Elite Seven. Don't disappoint me this time."
Manifesting his King's Sword, a sharp glint flashed in Sora's black eyes as he licked his lips.
…
Clang! Clang clang!! Boom boom boom!!!
Sword lights and shadows, shockwaves flying everywhere. The small wooden hut was already in ruins from the aftermath of the three's battle, causing Gozuki, who was watching from above, to sigh repeatedly. He would have to get the minister to reimburse him again.
Continuously fending off Akame and Najasho's attacks, Sora's eyes sparkled with admiration. Even he had to admit the extraordinary talent of these two.
Though only fifteen or sixteen years old, their sharp swordsmanship and techniques were already on par with master-level fighters. Every move was precise, without any unnecessary flourishes. The moment an enemy showed the slightest weakness, they would be cut down!
Moreover, what impressed Sora the most was that these two seemed like natural-born warriors. Deep down, they knew they stood no chance against him, yet their bright eyes showed no fear or hesitation. Instead, they radiated an unwavering determination and resolve.
"Ah!!!"
With only three minutes of explosive power left, and half of that time already gone, Najasho let out a roar, gathering all his strength into his sword. With a direct downward slash, he aimed to cut Sora in half.
Clang!!! Boom!!!
The King's Sword blocked the strike above his head. While the force was nothing to Sora, the ground beneath him couldn't withstand it, collapsing and creating a massive crater where he stood!
"Time to bury you!"
Akame's calm voice came from behind Sora. Without hesitation, her katana, [Kiriichimonji], glinted with cold light as it arced through the air, aiming for Sora's vital points.
Her crimson eyes shone with unwavering determination. She kept telling herself that this was the opportunity Najasho had fought so hard to create. For everyone, for herself, she couldn't afford to fail!!!
But the next moment—
Thud!!!
A dull thud echoed. Akame's sword didn't strike Sora, but his leg had already kicked her in the stomach.
"Ugh…"
Her body was sent flying backward, a trail of blood spraying through the air. She crashed through the wooden wall of the hut, disappearing into the night outside.
"Akame won't be coming back. Will you continue?"
Sora smiled as he looked at Najasho, who was kneeling on one knee, pale and gasping for breath.
"In my dictionary, there's no such word as retreat."
Struggling to his feet, Najasho swung his sword, and a fierce fighting spirit erupted from him once more.
"Heh… Gozuki really did train some remarkable kids."
A hint of admiration flashed in Sora's eyes as he swung his King's Sword, sending countless blades of air rushing toward Najasho…