Water Stream Rock Smashing Fist

The atmosphere burst apart, revealing an exceptionally clear blue sky.

The Sage’s corpse had already been replaced. Some unfortunate soul had been completely blasted apart, turning into a rain of flesh and blood that fell from the sky.

Bai Cangshu merely shifted his gaze and found the Sage again, who had appeared out of nowhere.

With Limit Break Spiral’s first-turn state activated, Bai Cangshu was practically the natural enemy of Reincarnators like the Sage.

As a demon who toyed with and manipulated cognition, as well as a demigod-level Spectator, he should have possessed an unsolvable ability to hide himself.

But Bai Cangshu currently possessed Super Perception, allowing him to receive complex information far beyond what human senses could obtain.

The Reishi, mana, qi, and other supernatural powers in the air, utterly distinct from ordinary air, were as conspicuous to his senses as fireflies.

Bai Cangshu’s hair whipped wildly about as he tapped the air with the tip of his foot. A ring of white airwaves spread outward like ripples.

At this moment, his use of Moonwalk had reached an exquisite extreme. Every ounce of force flowed perfectly, and with a single light tap far beyond the speed of sound, he could generate enough reactive force to move freely through the air in this state.

To him, the air before him was dense enough to move through as though it were water.

Perhaps if he remained in this state a little longer, or if he could see how the so-called Sky Dancing Technique controlled the flow of qi, Bai Cangshu would be able to learn Sky Dancing Technique directly.

In the flash of a thought, Bai Cangshu appeared behind the Sage in an instant. His left hand clamped around the other’s neck once more, and Satsui no Hado tore apart the reverse scale on his neck in an instant.

"Ah!"

The Sage’s tolerance for pain was steadily declining. This indicated that this powerful Title-level Reincarnator’s mental endurance was not as high as Bai Cangshu had expected.

Normally, a Mystery Series Transcendent who had advanced through repeated use of potions while resisting mental contamination ought to have possessed considerable endurance.

Bai Cangshu pressed down on the other’s head and grinned.

"Mr. Sage, it seems you lack a strong heart as well."

The other man had certainly avoided the negative effects of potions through some other method. Whether it was the Goddess’s Abode or some other item ability from a dimensional space, either could have accomplished that.

If he had been unable to endure even side effects of this level and had chosen to pay a price to intervene, then Bai Cangshu had to lower his expectations of the Sage’s aptitude as a Reincarnator considerably.

The wind howled madly past their ears, and air continuously rushed backward into their lungs. The Sage’s body, as a Sequence 4 Manipulator, had long been strengthened to a level similar to that of a dragon. This amount of air would not suffocate him, yet he still instinctively held his breath and could not speak.

That only made Bai Cangshu sneer more.

He often did things like jumping directly from heights of hundreds or thousands of meters, or using his flesh to withstand gunfire head-on, all to gradually change his habits and make his consciousness adapt to the fact that he had entered the realm of Supernatural Beings.

But the Sage had clearly failed to prepare himself for that. Though he was already a half-dragon, he still retained the self-protective habits of an ordinary person.

Bai Cangshu lowered his eyelids. The madness emanating from him was nearly impossible to conceal, while in his eyes, a red outline had completely formed around the Sage’s body.

From now on, no matter what ability the Sage used, he would be unable to escape Bai Cangshu’s lock-on.

This genuinely "weak" behavior caused him to be firmly locked onto by Bai Cangshu’s Gaze of Arrogance.

Bang!

The two crashed to the ground like meteors.

Pinned beneath him, the Sage took the full force of the impact from falling a thousand meters. His chest caved in instantly, and as sweetness flooded his mouth, a huge spray of blood burst forth.

His bent ribs pierced his internal organs, making it difficult to breathe. The agony of near death was almost more than he could endure.

"Ugh, aaah!"

His pain-filled roar sounded more like a scream, yet the Mind Dragon’s breath was still expelled solidly.

Pff!

Pff!

Pff!

A series of spraying noises rang out from all around. More than a dozen panicked passersby who had fled from surrounding restaurants and shops were struck by that wave of Mind Breath. Brain matter and blood sprayed from every opening in their bodies before they swayed and collapsed.

Dozens more who stood farther away remained rooted in place like idiots, blood flowing from their noses and mouths. Their minds and consciousness had already been completely destroyed.

Tap, tap, tap—

Hasty footsteps rang out. Someone raced over at a speed far beyond that of an ordinary person, moving so quickly that his feet barely touched the ground.

While Bai Cangshu used one foot to stomp the Sage’s head into the ground, leaving him in near-death agony, he looked up and saw a blond young man in a white training uniform leap over from beyond the ruined street.

The young man merely took one look at the tragedy around him before his eyes instantly reddened as he looked toward Bai Cangshu.

"Are you one of those people too?!"

His hands were held one before and one behind him. A flowing fist intent circled his body, and as his hands moved, an ever-changing flow of force emerged.

Water Stream Rock Smashing Fist?

Bai Cangshu recalled that incomparably domineering punch from earlier. In this world, apart from monsters like Saitama and Tatsumaki, there were still quite a few exceptionally powerful people.

The former third-ranked S-Class hero, Silver Fang Bang, was an extremely terrifying Martial Artist.

Judging from this man’s appearance, he was likely somewhat similar to Charanko from the original work.

The other man’s nerves were taut, and his aura was somewhat disordered. There were bloodstains on his body as well. Bai Cangshu’s ears twitched slightly, and sounds of fighting and wailing drifted over on the wind.

He immediately understood. Some Reincarnators in this city had likely been carrying out a mission or farming milestones when they happened to encounter Bang and his disciples, who had appeared here by chance.

A fierce battle had erupted as a result.

That earlier punch had been thrown in anger by the brothers Bang and Bomb. He and the Sage had merely happened to be struck by the shockwave while in the air.

Bai Cangshu would not have cared about such a coincidence under normal circumstances, but in the Limit Break Spiral state, he was exceptionally sharp. He immediately realized it was connected to the negative effect of the Cursed Seal: Inari Ōkami’s Strike in his hand.

This cursed seal, which had strangely appeared in the exchange catalog and allowed him to obtain it, concealed the lingering thoughts of gods unwilling to vanish mysteriously alongside the progress of the world.

Now, in this world where gods were absent but the supernatural remained unceasing, it had finally begun to reveal its ambitions.

Not only had it actively influenced him, causing him to unleash Inari Ōkami’s Strike in this world, but its negative effect had now dragged him into this incident and brought him crashing down here.

This was some kind of "arrangement." Of course, in the eyes of Shintoism believers, it might be called—

Divine Oracle!

"Yes, so what?"

"No, so what?"

Bai Cangshu neither confirmed nor denied Charanko’s questioning.

Charanko took two deep breaths, forcing himself to calm down. But he had never been able to enter that state of Mind Like Still Water, and it was even harder for him to remain calm now.

Charanko clenched his fists. He knew his talent was insufficient. Whether it was Saitama or that Garou, both possessed talents he could never compare to.

But as he looked at those ordinary people who had been massacred, Charanko felt the fury in his chest becoming impossible to suppress.

The evil of these people was even more terrifying than that of monsters. There was no reason for it. One second they might be speaking amicably with others, and the next they would pull out weapons and begin slaughtering.

His hands shifted, and fist intent began to flow.

"Water Stream Rock Smashing Fist, Charanko, reporting for duty~"

His voice trembled slightly, but in the next moment, he still stepped forward and shot toward Bai Cangshu.