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Vice looked at Apachai coldly.
"Since you like to play dumb, I'll interrogate your body directly."
She slipped forward.
Her speed was no slower than Mature's.
In an instant, she reached Apachai.
Her hands shot toward his neck, and the howling wind tore through the air.
The power of Orochi she wielded was Death.
But not the kind that meant instant killing.
It manifested as overwhelming wrist strength.
Emiya wasn't entirely sure why the power of Death translated into wrist strength, but that was the official explanation.
What made it more interesting was that this terrifying wrist strength was actually the most basic form of Orochi's power.
Only those who mastered it to the extreme could be called successors of Death.
And Vice was unquestionably one of them.
Facing Vice's attack, Apachai didn't retreat.
Nen surged.
He reinforced his fists and punched straight at her hands.
Attack against attack.
Direct.
Brutal.
In the eyes of the God of Death of the Muay Thai world, there was no distinction between men and women.
And Vice wasn't an ordinary woman.
She was a Hakkesshu.
Apachai had no reason to hold back.
Vice was equally confident.
She believed her power of Death would crush Apachai completely.
So the two collided without fear.
Boom.
A deafening explosion rang out.
The stage beneath their feet creaked violently, as if it might collapse at any moment, yet it held.
Circular shockwaves spread outward, tearing the air apart with shrill cries.
Apachai's fists were like a barrage of missiles.
Each punch pierced the air, producing terrifying booms.
Vice didn't retreat.
The power of Orochi erupted without restraint, meeting every blow head-on.
Their力量 collided again and again.
The impact alone made spectators tremble.
The exchange was dense and relentless.
Both their bodies and arms endured massive recoil.
Under that recoil, injuries formed.
Numbness spread.
Vice didn't care.
She wasn't human.
As a Hakkesshu, she possessed the immortal body of the Heavenly King clan.
Under Orochi's power, her injuries healed almost the moment they appeared.
Apachai wasn't so fortunate.
His injuries accumulated.
Thankfully, Nen had strong healing properties.
The power of life surged, repairing the damage.
Even so, the consumption was heavy.
His vigorous aura began to decline, little by little.
Vice saw it.
Victory.
A cruel smile crept onto her lips.
She suddenly grabbed Apachai's fists.
Her slender body exerted explosive force.
She lifted Apachai over her head.
Apachai reacted instantly.
He bent his waist and kicked toward her head.
Vice was faster.
Bang.
She slammed him straight into the ground.
The stage shook violently, as if it might collapse.
Then she grabbed his neck.
And smashed him down again.
And again.
Boom. Boom. Boom.
The sounds didn't stop.
If Apachai weren't an Enhancement-type Nen user-
If he hadn't activated Ken at the last second-
He would've been smashed to pieces.
As the successor of Death among the Hakkesshu, Vice was cruel.
And her strength surpassed Mature's.
Apachai was strong.
But he wasn't her match.
Without Nen, the God of Death of Muay Thai would have already died.
Orochi's power was never simple.
"Tell me," Vice said softly, gripping his neck. "Who are you? And why do you know about the power of Orochi?"
"If you answer, I won't kill you."
Killing was forbidden in KOF.
But rules meant nothing to a Hakkesshu.
Apachai spat out blood.
He looked miserable.
But under Nen's protection, his injuries weren't fatal.
He could still fight.
Emiya knew the truth.
If this continued, Vice wouldn't lose.
Apachai would be beaten until he was barely human.
"Alright," Emiya said calmly. "Put him down, and I'll tell you why we know about Orochi's power."
He transmitted his voice directly to Vice.
Nen Speech.
A technique Emiya created by combining his Nen with Emission.
It allowed long-distance communication.
If not for Orochi's power protecting Vice's brain, he could've spoken directly into her mind.
When Vice heard Emiya's voice, her heart skipped.
She immediately threw Apachai out of the ring.
Victory.
She didn't linger.
She stepped off the stage at once.
Hayato Fūrinji caught Apachai and checked him.
His internal organs had been shaken.
Several bones were cracked.
But nothing fatal.
Before learning Nen, he would've needed long rest.
Now, two or three days would be enough.
Hayato handed Apachai to Ma Kensei.
Then he stepped onto the stage himself.
He waited quietly.
Iori Yagami.
This match would decide which team advanced.
But what Hayato didn't expect-
Iori glanced at him a few times.
Then turned around.
And left.
He forfeited.
The audience exploded.
Boos filled the arena.
Even Emiya was surprised.
He didn't expect Iori Yagami to give up so cleanly.
Of course, it wasn't fear.
Hayato might have been stronger.
But Iori Yagami feared no one.
He would even fight Orochi himself.
So why Hayato?
The answer was obvious.
After Kyo Kusanagi was eliminated by Emiya's team, Iori lost interest.
The only reason he entered KOF-
Was to fight Kyo Kusanagi.
Now that Kyo was gone, fighting Hayato meant nothing.
So he left.
Decisively.
Only those who didn't understand the situation would think Iori Yagami forfeited out of fear.
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