Tokyo: My Superpower Refreshes Every Week-Chapter 533 - 531: Not Concerned with Right or Wrong, Only Life and Death_1
Manny’s running posture wasn’t like that of a normal person—he leaned forward, his abdomen arched, presenting an odd yet indescribably smooth and graceful silhouette.
In Philippine Martial Arts, aesthetics and grandeur are never a priority. There is often only one word that counts—practicality.
As long as one can defeat, or even kill an enemy, then it’s considered good Martial Arts.
Therefore, many Filipino martial artists wouldn’t mind using weapons; to them, a weapon is simply an extension of their body.
Manny belonged to that rare breed of Filipino martial artists who preferred to rely solely on fists and feet, and for this very reason, he was even more powerful than his peers in hand-to-hand combat.
That was the main reason he had been selected for this exploration mission.
After all, each country was limited to only one spot on the exploration team.
With just one person, a martial artist was obviously better equipped to function in the dense jungle than even the most elite soldiers.
Clutching Wang Ziyu’s corpse, Manny burst out of the smoke in one breath. The strange posture that seemed so bizarre to the common eye was the foundation of his ability to exert force at will.
Morimoto Chiyoda aimed her gun, undeterred by the obscuring smoke, as a slight fluctuation appeared on her smart AI’s scanning display.
The bird was fast, but Morimoto Chiyoda didn’t ignore it as she had before. Anticipating the encounter, her gun barrel followed the AI’s predicted trajectory and flashed as her index finger pulled the trigger.
PFFT. The silenced shot was barely audible, soft as a breeze.
Ahead, blood splattered everywhere, and Wang Ziyu’s abdomen was gouged open, leaving a large hole.
Not far away, a bird, stripped of its ability to fly, fell onto the leaves beside the bloody remains.
Manny’s forehead beaded with cold sweat.
In the nick of time, guided by a martial artist’s heightened sense of danger, he subconsciously moved Wang Ziyu’s corpse to shield his face—the very action that saved him from the bird’s face-targeting attack.
Without Wang Ziyu’s body as a shield, my face would have undoubtedly been destroyed under the bird’s claws, he thought.
"`Looks like that beast is taken care of,`" Bryce said. He dashed out of the smoke, quickly retrieved an empty bottle from his backpack, and tossed the bird’s corpse inside.
The bird was beautiful, with silvery-gray feathers as clear as gemstones, a sharp beak, and black talons that neatly encapsulated the deadly elegance of a blade that draws no blood when killing.
Its speed was so fast it broke the sound barrier, yet its body was only as big as the combined palms of three adults.
I truly can’t imagine how such a bird could attain such terrifying speed and destructive power, Bryce thought. Its internal anatomy and muscles would no doubt be of great interest to researchers.
Manny said nothing about Bryce’s collection of the spoils. The orders from above were clear: work for the United States.
Casting aside the corpse in his hands, he stood up and said, "`Let’s keep moving.`"
"`Yeah,`" Bryce replied, putting the glass bottle back into his backpack. He smiled. "`This forest is indeed very interesting.`"
"`Indeed,`" Morimoto Chiyoda agreed, approaching. Looking at the dead Wang Ziyu, a surge of uncontrollable excitement rose within her.
The feeling of imminent death if one isn’t careful is more intoxicating than fine wine to someone who enjoys flirting with danger, she mused. Second only to Aozawa.
The trio continued on.
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Within the dense forest, the passage of daytime was not easily discerned. Sunlight was blocked by the leaves, with only a few areas where light could fall through.
The cool breeze in the shady places brushed through the treetops, seeming to carry a tinge of blood in the air.
Morimoto Chiyoda lay on a branch, her body’s silhouette camouflaged by the green leaves. Her breathing slowed, and even her heartbeat’s frequency became more deliberate.
Manning the sniper rifle, she observed the entrance to the ruins below through her scope.
One of the squad’s missions was to survey Dio’s relic.
Yet she was in no hurry to approach, aware that others were hiding in the shadows, their killing intents pervading the area. Unable to pinpoint the precise direction of the enemy, she believed that the opponent was equally unable to locate her. At this moment, the contest is one of endurance. The impatient ones will die. When different teams meet, a fight to the death is inevitable. Here, no one cares whether I represent a major or minor nation. If you’re not strong enough, you die; if you’re not careful enough, you die. This forest abides by a law isolated from the outside world: the survival of the fittest.
She breathed lightly.
It didn’t take long before someone could no longer contain their desire to enter the ruins.
A ghostly figure suddenly pounced down from the trees.
The trees surrounding the ruins towered twenty to thirty meters above the ground, yet the figure displayed no fear. He casually pressed a device on his waist, and grappling hooks shot out, piercing the stone above the door and securing themselves firmly.
Clearly, the man intends to swing down into the ruins, Morimoto Chiyoda deduced.
A series of soft POPS echoed as a flurry of bullets flew from the brush toward the man.
But he had dared the venture relying on something substantial—his body undulated like a noodle, and with the aid of his bulletproof vest, the bullets merely deflected him, doing no harm.
Just as he was about to breach the entrance to the ruins, Morimoto Chiyoda aimed for the small exposed area of his head not covered by the helmet and pulled the trigger.
SNAP! A spray of blood burst from his brain. His head drooped instantly as his body continued swinging into the relic. But soon, he swung back out, his body hanging in the air, limbs dangling.
Impeded by his line of sight, the man who had fired the gun didn’t notice anything was wrong with his target and was anxiously about to rush out to check.
Bryce crept close, then leaped up. While still in the air, his leg, a dark shadow, swept toward the back of the gunman’s head. Caught off guard, the gunman had no time to turn his own weapon, fumbling to position his rifle against the back of his head as a makeshift shield.
BANG! Bryce’s right foot was blocked, but his left foot quickly found an opening and struck the man’s left temple. It was an extremely vicious combination of kicks. The man’s neck snapped. His head drooped to one side, and his body crumpled to the ground. After landing, Bryce quickly scrambled into the nearby bushes on all fours.
Mud and grass splattered up. Morimoto Chiyoda, having pinpointed the hidden shooter’s location from the bullet impacts, pulled her trigger.
Silently, the green grass at that spot turned red.
Morimoto Chiyoda left her current position to avoid possible enemy retaliation.
Seeing this, Bryce dashed out from amidst the bushes. His tall stature moved as nimbly as a cat as he landed on the ground and ran up the steps.
He looked at the body suspended in the air; the man’s face still showed the joy of being about to enter the ruins.
"`Impressive accuracy,`" Bryce noted, looking at the hole in the man’s head where his helmet offered no protection. Blood oozed from within.
He marveled at Chitose’s precise marksmanship, stretched out his hand to move the corpse aside, and entered the interior of Dio’s relic.
Inside, what I see isn’t much different from the live broadcast, yet visually it feels even more striking, Bryce thought. What kind of civilization and means allowed them to build such structures?
He quickly took photos, capturing everything, then approached Dio’s bas-relief.
The words below had vanished.
Clearly, the Spells were meant to disappear from the world after being recited. Even the live broadcast replay failed to capture what the Spells were. And yet, we all know that it was Julia who recited that mysterious Spell.
"`The unknowable Spell, what a pity,`" Bryce muttered. He snapped more photos, evidence for the higher-ups once he got out.
After taking pictures, Bryce turned and left, ascending the steps. Stepping on the last one, he suddenly felt an inexplicable chill surge through his heart. He quickly ducked and dodged with a combination of jumps and hops.
A flash of blade light passed by, making Bryce’s eyelids twitch and his skin break out in a cold sweat.
So fast! he inwardly exclaimed, retreating four meters. The moment he landed, a trail of blood appeared on his neck.
The incredibly fast knife technique was astounding. Bryce broke out in a cold sweat, with no time to counterattack.
After missing the initial strike, the attacker quickly fled.
The diminutive figure in the woods appeared exceptionally agile, climbing trees like a monkey.
At that moment, Manny, who had been lurking nearby, abruptly made his move. The air crackled with a series of sharp reports, like beans popping in a hot pan, as he lunged at his prey like a tiger. His Cannon Fists, as relentless as a machine gun, struck the woman’s spine in an instant.
With a muffled thud, Manny gave no chance for a reaction; his fists and feet rained down on the woman like a tempest.
In just a moment, he had beaten her to death.
Withdrawing his fists, Manny looked at the corpse. It slumped into the bushes, the woman’s hand still clutching the dagger tightly.
Bryce, touching the blood on his neck, ran over, squatted down, and removed the mask from the woman’s face. Seeing a delicate, palm-sized face, he said, "`So it was her. No wonder she had such exquisite knife skills.`"
Manny asked with some curiosity, "`Do you know her?`"
"`Thailand’s famous Assassin, Raksha.`"
Bryce knew all the contestants’ names. Licking the blood off his thumb, he felt a pang of regret. Things had been too dangerous just now; dodging alone had been strenuous enough, let alone counterattacking. Otherwise, I would have really liked to kill this beautiful Assassin lady myself.
"`Did you find anything new inside?`" Manny asked.
"`Nothing, the Spells disappeared. Let’s go look for any other remaining Spells,`" Bryce replied, shaking his head. He turned, intending to regroup with Morimoto Chiyoda. 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖
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All this was witnessed by Aozawa.
To tell the truth, I quite enjoy watching such thrilling and exciting scenes; the martial artists’ combats are more alarming than any movie. The slightest carelessness could mean sudden death. As for the others, I don’t care, but Chitose can’t afford any accidents, he thought.
According to the Catalyst Induction images he caught, if Chitose kept going down this path, she was likely to encounter something resembling a giant robot.
That being doesn’t look like an ordinary contender at all; it’s almost like having ’cheating’ written all over its face, Aozawa mused. I’m not willing to let Chitose be struck outside the Defense Barrier. It’s time to end this exploration game.
Aozawa, transformed into a breeze using his Schrodinger’s Cat Ability, suddenly appeared in the center of the forest. He rapidly switched from the Wind Element to the Fire Element.
In a flash, a fierce fire erupted in the center of the forest. Using his Infinity Big Ability, Aozawa caused the flames to expand rapidly to hundreds of meters high, solidifying into a gigantic fire giant.
