Tokyo: My Superpower Refreshes Every Week-Chapter 740 - 738: Go, Armored Big Brother!

The Executioner not only restored his body, but even the sword was pieced together from fragments into a complete sword.

This was also set by Aozawa.

The Holy Lord whom he transformed into stood there, looking at the scene before his eyes and let out an evil villain-like laugh, "Interesting, are you Dio's subordinate?"

The Executioner did not answer any of his questions, with a kick, the distance of dozens of meters seemed to be crossed in an instant.

The gleam released by the silver-grey armor made the Executioner cross the void like a dim yet not bright lightning.

However, the longsword in his hand fell like an ice spike from high above, emitting a deadly glow.

Aozawa's eyes slightly heated up, the distortion ability was released, an invisible twisting force twisted even the space around them.

All light seemed to fall.

Sword and body, the Executioner became twisted, along with the remnants of buildings on the ground which couldn't escape either.

Aozawa scanned the surroundings, the twisting force directly turned up the ground as if an earthen dragon was flipping, endless dust rose, giving a concrete shape to the distortion.

People were swept into it, like a speck of dust on a tabletop, causing no disturbance.

Emily's eyes were obscured by dust and debris, and she felt her legs weaken, yet she still gripped the shield tightly, not letting it fall, fearing the release of power outward would be catastrophic.

If that happened, the entire Setagaya District, no, possibly all of Tokyo, might end up like the buildings before her.

This was the first time she came face to face with a battle between Apostle-level beings.

"Dragon!"

A shout came from the sky.

A helicopter was approaching, Sanjushi Tera standing at the cabin door also noticed the scene of the dust rising from a distance.

He let out a roar.

He had left Thirty-four Ryuu at the Holy Lord's mansion, thinking that as long as his brother was careful, nothing would happen.

But he never imagined that this decision would drag his brother into a battle between two Apostles!

The dense dust didn't rise quickly but instead rapidly shrank inward, under the driving force of the distortion, those large beams and trees continued to grow smaller.

No sound was made.

In the blink of an eye, objects that were expanded close to the barrier shrank to the size of a ping-pong ball in Emily's eyes.

Not even dust remained, the soil on the ground was directly excavated in a large chunk, with only rock on the surface, the indentation was about seven or eight meters deep.

Emily looked down at the Holy Lord standing in the pit, gulped, and then stared at the ping-pong ball-sized distorted object. Even in this state, could the Executioner still be alive?

You must stay alive, come on, Executioner!

She shouted in her heart for him.

Aozawa grabbed that ball and secretly triggered Marked Detonation, the black chrysanthemum pattern covered the surface of the ball.

With a pop, flames faintly blossomed outwards from between his claws, he released the claw, leaving nothing behind.

He looked up, staring at Emily on the edge of the pit.

In an instant when their eyes met, an electric shock-like sensation rose from Emily's heart, and she nearly collapsed.

You're next.

No words were exchanged, but that was what the look in his eyes seemed to express.

Could this barrier hold the Holy Lord?

Emily raised the shield to her face, trying to block the Holy Lord's gaze, and realized why some people like to cover their ears and steal bells.

Escaping might not help, but at least it gave her peace of mind.

...

The shield covered Emily's small face, leaving only her petite body trembling in the cold wind, like a small ostrich with its head buried in the ground.

Aozawa looked at her like this and almost laughed out loud, but he controlled his urge to laugh.

He was a professional villain.

He also sighed to himself that these plot designs weren't in vain.

After all, the gamification range was only half a district in size, so it was naturally impossible for the Executioner to run all the way from Shinjuku to here.

Aozawa used Time Suspension to turn himself into the form of the Executioner, then ran here, and used the Time Suspension Ability again to set up the gamification here.

The process was a bit complicated, but seeing Emily's cowardly appearance, those complex setups were worth it.

Moreover, in his design, after the Executioner is killed, a new Executioner would emerge.

In the void where nothing existed, suddenly fragments appeared and pieced together into the form of the Executioner, who wielded the sword with both hands, slashing down at Aozawa's head.

"So troublesome!"

Aozawa said in a rough voice, twisting his waist, and swinging his right claw, the distortion ability was triggered again.

This time, the Executioner didn't become distorted, using the sword to block the power of the distortion, rolling mid-air to dissipate the force.

"Well done, Executioner!"

Emily cheered loudly, her small face full of joy, the shield was again raised to her chest.

While she was focusing on the gladiatorial combat in the pit, the intelligence agency personnel who had been guarding outside had already received orders from their superiors.

They no longer hid, choosing instead to boldly step out and gather towards here.

During this process, they watched each other, but no one chose to make a move.

Taking action against enemies at this moment was undoubtedly an unwise decision, it would only increase casualties.

The higher-ups wished to monopolize this information.

But as agents at the lowest level, responsible for executing orders, they naturally tended to accomplish their superiors' tasks rather than choosing to put themselves in danger.

On issues not related to their own stances, they were willing to cooperate with other intelligence agencies.

With a rumble, the helicopter descended from the sky, and a person used a rope to rappel down.

Emily, disturbed by the commotion, looked back at the people gathering behind her and quickly said, "Don't either of you touch me, if this shield hits the ground, the barrier will lose its effect.

"The range for those two isn't just limited to this mansion."

The mansion has disappeared, yet Emily instinctively uses the word 'mansion' to refer to this area.

"No problem."

Riki, dressed in bright red leather, responded with a hand on her hip, her neckline not tightly zipped but pulled down slightly, revealing a generous portion of pale skin.

Reflecting the streetlights, it was dazzling to the point you'd find it hard to look away, not even noticing the gun at her waist straight away.

Though Riki wasn't good at fighting, she was adept at using her physical advantages to create shooting opportunities for herself.

After all, she's a U.S. citizen.

Riki was skilled with guns, whether they were made of flesh or iron, all were within her repertoire.

Her eyes swept over the others and she said, "I received orders from above to observe the situation here, what do you have to say?"

"The orders were for me to stand here quietly and wait for the outcome."

"Me too."

The others nodded one after another.

Everyone wore masks to conceal their identities, showing only a pair of eyes, making it impossible to tell from expressions whether they were lying or telling the truth.

But judging from the situation, watching and waiting at this time indeed seemed like a decision from above.

Emily looked towards Sanjushi Tera and asked, "What do you think?"

Sanjushi Tera pursed his lips and took big strides forward, standing outside the barrier, looking at the excavated ground with no visible traces of any building.

The Holy Lord and the armored man seemed to excel in teleportation, or perhaps it was just high-speed movement.

Anyway, the two figures appeared and disappeared in the pit.

The dragon was doomed.

He felt chills down his spine, angered by the Holy Lord's brutality, "I have no objection."

Sanjushi Tera said through gritted teeth.

At this moment, he no longer wanted to serve the Holy Lord, wishing instead for that armored man to kill the Holy Lord.

"Can he beat the Holy Lord?"

"Of course, no problem!"

Emily answered confidently, she would never admit that the Executioner couldn't beat the Holy Lord.

If she said that, the people present might change their stance again.

"Why do you think Dio specifically had me stand here holding a shield?

That's because he has great confidence in the Executioner, this is Dio's great general."

Emily continued to flaunt.

Letting everyone present know that her backer, Dio, was beyond imagination—not only was he strong himself, but he also had capable subordinates.

Unlike the Holy Lord, who was all on his own.

No one doubted Emily's words.

After all, the facts were right in front of them.

As Dio's friend, Emily standing here with a shield, if Dio had no confidence, he clearly wouldn't let his friend do this.

The opponent being willing to fight the Holy Lord was naturally likely following Dio's orders.

The scene fell silent, and Emily quietly sighed in relief, it seemed she had bluffed them.

Still, how long she needed to stand here remained an unknown.

Waiting for Phoenix Academy Maggie and Katerina to come over, so they could bring chairs, set up a temporary toilet, and find someone to bring food.

Emily thought it necessary to prepare for a long battle.

At this time, among the masked crowd, a tall, slim man wearing a black cat mask stepped forward confidently and said, "Miss Emily, would you be interested in visiting India with us?

We're currently preparing to hold the Trimurti's Sacrificial Ceremony.

If you could attend and observe, I'm sure the Trimurti would be delighted."

At this sudden invitation, Emily was almost tempted to draw a big question mark on her face.

Are we that familiar?

She then pictured in her mind dozens of men from India surrounding her, as if they'd never seen meat before.

"No way! I'm not going to India!"

Emily quickly shook her head, she'd rather run to Myanmar than go to India.

Riki eyed the shield in her hand, wanting to test if knocking it down might cause massive destruction.

"What do you think you're doing?!"

Emily's little face was full of vigilance, "Don't mess around."

Some intelligence agency people also quickly focused on Riki.

"Ha ha, I'm not up to anything."

Riki shrugged, laughing, "Just curious how long you can hold that."

"Until the outcome is decided."

Emily replied, not believing this was a woman's true intentions, "You all better quickly contact your superiors to see if they can send scientists to study the barrier."

This remark reminded those present, and they all started making calls.

Riki also took out a waterproof phone from her bosom and made a call.

Emily eagerly wished Katerina were by her side, to give her a sense of security.

That's right, she also needed to think about getting that bulletproof vest back.