The moment Toyokawa Sakiko mentally filled Eisen's last line with a giant question mark—
Eisen's right fist, which had been hanging casually at his side, moved without warning, smashing straight toward Sakiko's real body.
His knuckles tore the air apart. A vacuum formed behind the punch; the surrounding airflow roared in to fill it, on the verge of detonating into a deafening sonic boom.
[DEATH!]
That was the only thought that exploded in Sakiko's mind.
A cold, absolute despair flooded backward through her veins and swallowed her whole.
It was strange, though.
By all logic, the speed of that punch had already surpassed Sakiko's physical reaction limit by a grotesque margin. She shouldn't have been able to notice Eisen moving, let alone feel a lethal threat.
In her field of view, Eisen's arm should still have been hanging by his side.
But there were more than two people here.
Off to the side, the hybrid Sakiko, already in Fourth-Stage Blood Rage, stood silently like a catastrophe given flesh.
Most of Sakiko's attention had been forcibly dragged toward that doppelganger—because only in Fourth-Stage Blood Rage did its brain and visual system become inhuman enough to capture Eisen's strike in that razor-thin instant.
The information the doppelganger caught was transmitted back to Sakiko's real brain immediately.
And Sakiko's brain, like an overloaded server, couldn't process anything at all.
No analysis. No reasoning.
Just a survival alarm hijacking every nerve signal with brutal simplicity.
Everything was too urgent. Even the hybrid Sakiko had no time to think—she completely forgot the "chat group members can't truly harm each other" rule.
Under the real Sakiko's screaming internal alarm, the doppelganger moved.
In the next instant, the two-point-three-meter humanoid draconic brute seemed to teleport, appearing soundlessly between Eisen and Sakiko.
Even Eisen, mid-punch, raised his brows slightly—open surprise flickering across his face.
Everyone knew air had resistance. The faster you went, the more that resistance exploded upward geometrically.
Breaking the sound barrier inevitably came with a thunderous boom and a destructive shockwave.
By all rights, at the speed the hybrid Sakiko had just accelerated to, her movement should have been accompanied by violent explosions—everything in her path shredded into fragments.
Yet Eisen saw it clearly:
The air in front of her… behaved as if it were alive.
The instant she sprinted, the air parted into a gentle, obedient breeze, slipping softly to either side.
The resistance that should have been a massive obstacle simply… wasn't there.
In contrast, Eisen's own punch was visibly compressing the air ahead of it, the atmosphere groaning in protest.
But that sliver of surprise didn't slow his fist even a fraction.
It continued forward, carrying an intent that could pulverize anything in its way.
So—one dragon, one man; one huge, one small—
Two utterly mismatched fists collided in midair.
A white shockwave erupted visibly from the point of impact.
The solid concrete ground and the asphalt roadway on both sides were peeled up layer by layer, cracking and exploding as rubble rained into the sky.
The outcome was obvious at a glance.
Eisen's fist—along with his entire body—didn't move an inch.
His feet were like they'd been welded into the earth. The ground behind his stance fractured into a spiderweb pattern as he perfectly guided and dumped the impact into the ground beneath him.
Meanwhile, the hybrid Sakiko's exoskeletal armor around her fist let out a tortured, overstrained scream and shattered, bursting apart into a storm of azure powder.
Underneath, flesh strengthened by dragon blood twisted, deformed, and ruptured.
Blood and shredded tissue sprayed outward, the front half of her arm instantly reduced to a mangled mess.
But—that was all.
Beneath the collapsing muscle and torn membranes, cold metallic dragon bone gleamed into view.
The arm bone that had taken the catastrophic force showed only a few hair-thin fractures.
The arm looked miserable, yet its structure remained intact—no break, no warped deformation.
Eisen's strength had been mostly endured head-on by the dragon bone.
But the remaining force still surged like an unstoppable tide.
The hybrid Sakiko's draconic feet clawed into the ground; hard stone crumbled under her soles like tofu.
Even so, her massive, heavy body was shoved backward uncontrollably, carving two deep trenches into the surface.
And directly behind her—
was Sakiko's real body, still in a full mental crash, completely unable to react.
Sakiko and that enormous draconic shadow became a blur, rocketing backward at a speed the naked eye couldn't track—
and slammed into the skyscrapers behind them.
Boom—boom—boom!
A chain of deafening detonations rolled across the city.
One building. Two. Three…
Reinforced concrete and steel were as fragile as paper before raw violence, pierced through with contemptuous ease.
At last, after crashing through the upper section of a fourth building, the two finally stopped—along with a towering cloud of dust.
"Cough—cough… pbbt—pbbt!"
Sakiko's real voice coughed from within the dust.
She staggered up from the rubble, face and hair coated gray, frantically waving her hands to clear the choking haze—awkward, a little pathetic.
The hybrid Sakiko was already standing beside her in silence.
Her right hand, which had just been a blood-soaked ruin with cracked bones, had somehow returned to normal, as if nothing had happened.
Her wings gave a light, subtle flap.
A soft breeze rose—gentle, almost tender—and swept across Sakiko's real body, spiriting away all dust in an instant and leaving clean air behind.
Sakiko froze, then looked down at her suddenly spotless clothes.
Before she could even marvel at how convenient her doppelganger was—
Eisen was there.
At some point, without any sound at all, he had appeared a few steps in front of her.
He didn't pay the hybrid Sakiko any attention. Instead, he scanned Sakiko's real body carefully from head to toe, confirmed something, and smiled with a "just as I thought" expression.
"As expected—same as my hypothesis. You weren't harmed at all."
"Huh?"
Sakiko, who had been simmering with anger at the sudden ambush and was about to demand an explanation, went stiff.
Not harmed…?
She looked down reflexively and checked herself at high speed, patting and searching with her hands.
She rotated her wrists, twisted her waist, hopped twice.
Not only was she uninjured—there wasn't even the slightest tear in her clothing.
But how was that possible?
Eyes wide, she lifted her head and stared at the three buildings that had been pierced through, and the swath of devastation she and her doppelganger had plowed across the city.
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