Tokyo: My Superpower Refreshes Every Week-Chapter 745 - 743: In Literature, There Is No First; in Martial Arts, No Second

This is an application method of Complete Distortion.

Fix the size of the Distortion, and keep filling it in. As long as the Distortion is powerful enough, the volume won't increase; it will only keep twisting inward and spiraling, thereby compressing the object.

Hundreds of people can be compressed into a meatball the size of a ping-pong ball.

Its density has surpassed human imagination, and its hardness has surpassed any metal in the world, entirely capable of being thrown out as a weapon.

Aozawa stood there, the invisible Distortion force permeated the backyard, twisted light flowing irregularly like light streams floating in front of the woman, who dared not continue to laugh loudly.

After those people were distorted, a strong desire for survival enveloped her heart again, making the woman not want to die, simply staring at the Holy Lord on the wall with pleading eyes.

But pleading couldn't bring forgiveness.

Aozawa did not act because he didn't want to kill ordinary people.

His gaze shifted to the bedroom on the second floor.

Kosaburo Kikuta collapsed in despair, shouting, "No, don't!"

The light falling outside the bedroom suddenly twisted, and with a crisp sound, the window and wall in front of Kosaburo Kikuta twisted and shattered, with pieces spiraling towards the meatball.

The popping sound echoed, and the meatball's volume didn't increase, causing Kosaburo Kikuta to collapse and take a few steps back.

Within the twisted light, the floor, ceiling, desk, walls, etc., were all twisting bit by bit.

The speed seemed slow, but it had already caught up with his retreating footsteps.

Pop pop, he watched as his shoes exploded beneath him, and his heart's anger was also stimulated, "Damn it, go to hell!"

He raised his gun to shoot, but the metal firearm also twisted and deformed, along with his arm twisting like a pretzel, "Haha!"

Kosaburo Kikuta let out a collapsed laugh, then let the distorted force twist into a ball, spiraling forward, finally drilling into the meatball.

Aozawa immediately restored everything to its original state, the backyard's irregular light streams disappeared in front of the woman, and Complete Distortion was lifted.

He grabbed the meatball, turned, and leaped down, activating the Marked Detonation ability. The black chrysanthemum pattern covered the surface, silently destroying the meatball.

The shadow on the ground gently swayed; it was a message reminder from a Shadow Soldier.

He didn't need to look at his phone to know who was messaging him.

Approaching the Sports Festival, Iroha intensely vented her internal pressure on him, as she wanted to lead the White Team to win the championship at the Sports Festival and seize glory.

Aozawa didn't linger here, casually twisting the space in front and above him to shorten the vertical distance, gently leaping, and disappearing from the original spot.

The woman at the door looked at the empty backyard, only feeling her legs go weak.

She couldn't believe she survived, a strong feeling of fortune surged in her heart. She crawled to her feet, intending to pack her things and leave dangerous Tokyo.

The woman carrying a suitcase ran out the door, but didn't get far before a car blocked her path.

The car window rolled down, and the woman in the driver's seat was wearing a bright red leather outfit, with an open collar, her appearance at the level to be a cover girl for a magazine.

"Hey, miss, tell me about what you saw inside."

Riki smiled; she was under Morimoto Chiyoda's orders, guarding outside Kosaburo Kikuta's house to watch if the Holy Lord might go looking for Kosaburo Kikuta.

She hadn't seen the scene in the courtyard, nor dared to go up and look. She originally planned to go in afterward, but unexpectedly, there was a survivor.

The woman wanted to refuse, but seeing the gun at Riki's waist, she decisively chose to cooperate.

...

Ding~

The phone, playing a comedy video, suddenly showed a notification.

Emily's heart skipped a beat, no longer daring to lie lazily, suddenly sitting upright, almost tipping the orange juice in her hand.

Luckily, Katerina reached out to catch it, placing the orange juice on the table, "You don't need to be so nervous."

"Blame Morimoto, now her messages are never good news."

Emily muttered, refusing to admit she was jumpy, easily shifting the blame to Morimoto Chiyoda and leaving herself carefree.

However, her complaints didn't affect Emily's actions; she slid her finger down, opened it, and looked at Morimoto Chiyoda's post on the forum.

After combining and converting the code words, Emily deduced that the Holy Lord was still alive, having gathered all 531 members of the Kikuta Group and consumed them as a meatball.

Supposedly, he wanted to heal his injuries.

But the woman on-site didn't fall under the Holy Lord's hands.

Preliminary suspicion was that apart from the physical body, the Holy Lord could also consume human souls.

This could explain why the woman survived.

The soul of an evildoer mixed with an ordinary soul likely affected the Holy Lord's taste.

Emily always thought evildoers were useless, only to find that her perspective was too narrow, with evildoers' souls having many uses.

Swallowing, she felt her short legs go weak. If the Holy Lord's injuries healed, what good outcome could she expect, being a friend of Dio?

However, given he went directly to Kosaburo Kikuta instead of her, this indirectly indicated that the Holy Lord wouldn't cause trouble for her until his injuries healed.

Why is that?

Emily pondered.

Possibly the Holy Lord worried that killing her would provoke Dio to retaliate recklessly.

Or perhaps she still had Shadow Soldiers protecting her within her shadow.

The Holy Lord's current state couldn't match the Shadow Emperor.

Emily glanced at her shadow on the sofa, her brow furrowed. This feeling of being watched in the dark was unpleasant, even if for protection, making her feel devoid of privacy.

But on second thoughts, what's the use of privacy if my life is at stake?

Sigh, Emily let out a deep sigh, and could only accept the fact that she was being constantly watched by Shadow Soldiers.

Katerina suggested, "If you're so worried, why don't we change places?"

"Forget it, this is the place designated by Dio. If we leave here, who knows what might happen."

Emily shook her head, afraid that her arbitrary actions might disrupt Dio's arrangements and put her in danger.

At least until she reaches Paradise, Dio would not act against her.

Putting aside those worries, Emily stretched lazily and continued lying down, "Call and order some fried chicken, a sixteen-inch pizza, and those burgers."

"If you keep eating like this, be careful you'll get fat."

Facing Katerina's warning, Emily nonchalantly waved her hand, "Getting fat from the joys of eating is a normal and healthy lifestyle. I'm happy with it."

Katerina, helpless against her laid-back attitude, could only get up to make the call.

...

The night passed in silence.

Gentle morning light rose from the horizon, turning the east sky white.

Sizzling, Morimoto Chiyoda stood in front of the frying pan, flipping the steak. The oil and meat made sounds like bad reception signals.

She looked at the color of the steak and felt it was about right, then turned off the induction stove. She placed the cooked steak on sliced pineapple, followed by lettuce, bacon, cheese, and finally a slice of whole-grain bread.

A fresh Kobe beef burger was ready.

Morimoto Chiyoda made two of them and paired them with a large cup of juice mixed with pitaya, banana, and cream; that was today's breakfast.

She took off her apron and handed the two burgers out the window.

Soon after, people came to the kitchen, without her needing to call.

The sliding door of Aozawa's bedroom opened proactively, a young man yawned and came out, "Good morning, Chitose."

"Mm, breakfast is ready."

Morimoto Chiyoda replied, then glanced downward and smiled, "You're full of energy."

"It's nothing."

Aozawa smiled, his brows animated, "Tonight, you'll see an even more energized state."

Morimoto Chiyoda pursed her lips and chuckled, "That depends on your skills. Real skill, no trickery, otherwise it won't count."

"Chitose, I'm an honest young man, I won't fake a game."

Aozawa shrugged and explained, "Tetsuji and I are not on the same team. He will fight hard for Yoshikawa, so he won't go easy."

"Then do your best, young man~"

Morimoto Chiyoda patted his shoulder, her voice soft and alluring, her index finger slid down from his shoulder and quickly flicked his forehead.

The strength was just right, making Aozawa's face show a hint of enjoyment, curious about whether Morimoto Chiyoda's skills had declined tonight.

"Hehe~" Morimoto Chiyoda pinched, as if she understood Aozawa's thoughts, and let out a light laugh.

She swayed her hips as she walked to the living room, the pleasant scent of her perfume lingering in the air.

Aozawa took a deep breath, feeling rejuvenated.

...

Meanwhile, at the Imperial Palace, inside the Toyomei-den.

Phoenix Academy Maggie was filled with determination but did not show it outwardly. Her expression remained calm, only her steak-cutting was faster than usual.

Kochou sipped her red wine, recalled the significance of the day, and said, "Maggie, give it your all at today's sports festival."

"Mother, rest assured, I will definitely win the championship!"

Phoenix Academy Maggie responded confidently.

The day before, she had already discussed the participants' list with Furusawa Kyoichiro. Naturally, she would participate in all the girls' athletic events, ensuring that she could sweep all the scores in the girls' group events.

Only by doing so could the Red Team have a chance at winning the championship.

After all, in the boys' events, both Aozawa and Hojo Tetsuji have gone through four rounds of trials.

The former is an Angel Envoy.

The latter, although not involved in the four rounds of trials, possesses extraordinary physical strength.

Now, with the blessings from the four rounds of trials, Hojo Tetsuji has reached a physical strength that is unimaginable.

Stronger than hers.

This is an undeniable fact.

Due to differences in personal physical fitness and the number of demons hunted, there is disparity among those who have undergone the four rounds of trials.

Phoenix Academy Maggie and Furusawa Kyoichiro's strategy was to aim for the second and third positions in the boys' events as much as possible.

After all, the sports festival championship depends on which team's score is the highest, not solely on individual wins.

The first place in the boys' group can be conceded.

The key lies in the girls' group.

Phoenix Academy Maggie thought of her competitors, a fierce glint flashed in her eyes.

She would never lose.