Zongman: Heroic Spirit Master

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Looking at that heroic figure, Amakasu Tōma couldn't help but frown slightly.

Indeed, with such strength, if they were to face each other directly, he would definitely not be an opponent.

Then, those tragic screams fiercely struck his heart. He, who had always been unmoved by external things, was absolutely shaken this time. One must know, those were all strong individuals who had endured decades of tempering and achieved greatness.

Even if there was a vast difference in talent, that long period of time was enough to make up for everything. Therefore, such tragic state, such, unadorned, incomparable tragic state, was fiercely imprinted in his heart.

One by one, whether they were powerful swordsmen, or weathered witches, or cautious ninjas. They, without a doubt, one by one, fell under that bright silver longsword.

Indeed, if it were one or two, one might still say that the girl herself was strong, but so many, so many fellows, were mercilessly defeated by her.

Even what that girl used was merely a sword, and she didn't even unleash a tenth of her power.

At this moment, Amakasu Tōma easily and lightly saw through the gap between the two. Then, since conventional tactics couldn't win, he could only decide the victory or defeat by sneak attack.

As a ninja, he did not feel ashamed for it. As long as it was a young person, there would definitely be a hint of arrogance, and when the enemy was cut down, that would certainly be her weakest moment! At this moment, at least at this moment, he thought so.

Then, it was the technique of concealing one's figure. That was a capability that even the Black King, a fellow Godslayer, couldn't see through. It could be said that he could even escape from a battlefield of Godslayers and Disobedient Gods, which was precisely his trump card.

He thus concealed his figure.

Then, holding that well-used kunai, he stealthily approached the girl. Until, he heard that slightly arrogant tone, uttered from those pale cherry lips.

"These guys are just too weak!" she said, her voice filled with disdain.

However, a trace of a smile appeared on Amakasu Tōma's face at this moment. No matter how dismissive, no matter how scornful the laughter, for him, it was utterly meaningless. The only thing that could make him feel happy was that moment of victory.

Using his kunai to pierce the opponent's body with bitter effort, feeling the flesh and blood slide along the blade's edge, then fiercely tearing the bone for a thrilling an.

This time, he was sure. At least, that's what he felt. He lightly twirled the kunai in his left hand, then aimed at the girl's back, without a trace of hesitation, without any precious regret, he fiercely thrust.

However, this was not enough. Another kunai emerged from his right hand. Lightly stepping with mysterious footsteps, the middle-aged figure was at this moment infinitely close to the target. That was a faster speed than the kunai he had just thrown.

A trace of shrewd light gleamed in his eyes. The girl held her sword in her right hand. So, to block the kunai behind her as quickly as possible, she would have to turn to her right. Then, that opportunity, completely unprotected, would be her left side.

He, like a gray old mouse, circled around to the girl's left side. The kunai in his hand, like a wild beast's fangs, revealed its ferocity without a doubt.

Then, go to hell, girl! Looking at her tender skin, he increasingly wanted to enjoy the sensation of piercing it.

However, he, who lightly extended his hand, faced an incomparably brilliant silver glow.

In a small alley in Tokyo. This was a place, unavoidable in any metropolis, where filth and grime accumulated. At every moment, the city's evil gathered towards one another.

At this moment, that figure, high above, untainted by the mortal world, yet with an extremely arrogant expression, watched all this indifferently.

"So, Gilgamesh, is this what you want me to see?" That was a cold, indifferent voice, as if scoffing.

The delicate and exquisite young girl, standing upright at the highest point of these chaotic buildings, was like a deity, not tainted by a single speck of dirt.

"Such filth, such a scene, is this what you intend for me to see, Gilgamesh?" She lightly tilted her head, looking at the man behind her with indifference. A trace of icy meaning had already appeared in her gem-like, transparent eyes.

"No, this is the true reality of these humans, isn't it?" That arrogant king merely said this, the scorn in his words obvious.

"Only such things are the most authentic side of such humans." Saying this, he couldn't help but smile.

Beneath him, in that tiny alley, tragedies were unfolding one after another. Whether it was violence, or brawls, or robberies, or even worse, rapes. All of this was happening constantly here.

"So, what's the meaning of this?" The young girl couldn't help but question, a trace of displeasure in her eyes. However, Gilgamesh's answer next would displease her even more.

"Of course, it's to make this King feel pleased." Saying this, Gilgamesh lightly narrowed his crimson, snake-like pupils. The corners of his mouth lightly lifted, revealing a trace of cruel mockery.

"Shattered love, broken emotions, fellows who fall into darkness, all kinds of things that please this King." The king said arrogantly, a hint of pleasure flashing in his eyes.

"Only such, such destruction, can make this King feel the most genuine emotions of those humans." However, a chill seeped into his immediately light tone. A peerless chill that made even Athena tremble.

"However, there are no such interesting fellows present now, so I can only watch these humans' unintended malice, subtly hoping to elicit a smile from this King." Saying this, he then gently waved his hand.

The next moment, an invisible pressure fiercely covered these small alleys. Whether it was thugs, or prostitutes, or some other trash, they all turned to dust. They were crushed one by one for Gilgamesh's pleasure, and for... something else.

"Of course, the surprise and fear at the moment of death are also absolutely genuine." He said this as if summarizing something. And there was no expression on Athena's face.

"You, you are truly incomparably rotten." She said this indifferently, the contempt in her words evident. However, the one who responded to her was the king with a scornful tone.

"Compared to being high above, ignoring all life, you merely kill those useless fellows. This King should be benevolent, right?"