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Sano Kagehisa's body was carelessly tossed to the ground by Mako Nakagawa, landing in the dirt like a rag. Flames continued to burn on his cybernetic limbs, emitting a hissing, acrid smoke. His body twitched slightly, as if there were still remnants of life, but he was utterly incapable of retaliation. This scene shocked everyone present, the tension in the air thick enough to feel solid.
The Eastern Man suddenly stood up, his teacup dropping to the ground and shattering into pieces. His face drained of color, yet he shouted in rage, "Yang Chuanren! You barbarians will pay a terrible price for this!"
However, before his words could fully escape his lips, a violent wave of heat surged forth. Mako Nakagawa charged forward like a beast engulfed in flames, her target the East Side's guard team. Each step she took left charred imprints on the ground, her burning Flame Blade slicing through the air, trailing red light and scorching heat.
The guards quickly formed a protective circle around their fallen comrade, raising their spears in unison, glinting coldly in the light. They shouted together, trying to suppress their fear. Someone fired an Energy Gun, blue-white beams shooting towards Mako Nakagawa like a torrential downpour. Yet those beams were evaporated by the flames before they could reach her body, dissolving into harmless white mist.
Mako Nakagawa crashed into the guards with terrifying force, like a hurricane sweeping through. The first guard raised his spear but was engulfed by flames before he could strike; his armored suit melted away with a piercing metallic wail. He screamed and fell backward, becoming a charred husk. The second guard swung his sword to counterattack just as Mako Nakagawa's Flame Blade came down, cleaving through his weapon and half of his body in one blow, burning debris scattering everywhere.
"Hold your ground! Hold your ground!" a captain yelled desperately, trying to rally morale, but his voice was quickly drowned out by screams and explosions. Mako Nakagawa swung her blazing blade; each strike was accompanied by terrifying bursts of fire that turned everything around her into an inferno. The formation of the guards collapsed within seconds; fleeing soldiers became prey to the flames, falling to the ground as charred remains.
The Eastern Man's eyes widened in horror as he stumbled backward. His voice trembled with unmistakable fear as he muttered, "This is not a duel... this is... this is slaughter..."
Mako Nakagawa seemed to have forgotten the purpose of the duel entirely; only burning rage remained in her gaze. With each swing of her blade, more lives were consumed, transforming the battlefield into a fiery hellscape.
Mako Nakagawa moved through the chaos as if it were an empty space; flames surrounded her like an incarnation of hellfire. Her mind was filled with endless fury; no sound could penetrate that boiling hot emotion. From her Brain-Computer came the anguished shout of an East Side woman: "Mako, stop! You're destroying our peace treaty!" Yet that voice seemed to drift from afar, powerless to affect her.
Mako Nakagawa's gaze fixed on the Fog City Man from East Side, whose ever-present smirk seemed to taunt her deepest anger. Her pace quickened; the Flame Blade in her hand blazed even more fiercely as if it were consuming all the air around her.
The East Side woman waved her arms urgently, leading the guards forward in an attempt to prevent impending disaster. "She's lost it!" she shouted angrily, her voice filled with fear and anxiety. "Everyone, move! Stop her!"
The guards sprang into action; over ten trained soldiers formed a surrounding circle with spears and Energy Shields at the ready. They instinctively split into two rows: one front row raised shields while the back row aimed their Energy Guns at Mako Nakagawa. The heat from the flames washed over them like a wave, making it hard to breathe, but their training allowed them to suppress their fear and hold their formation firmly.
"Yield!" a captain shouted. "Don't let this duel turn into a senseless slaughter!"
However, Mako Nakagawa seemed to hear nothing. She swung her Flame Blade and charged at the guards. A torrent of blazing fire erupted from the blade, tearing through the front line's shield formation. The Energy Shield held for barely a second before melting into Liquid Metal, splattering onto the ground with a hissing sound.
"Block her!" the captain roared. Yet his command was futile. The blade in Mako Nakagawa's hand was like a burning scythe, swiftly slicing through the guards' defenses. Flames consumed every soldier who approached her, the searing heat melting their armor and leaving behind charred remains.
"Damn it, retreat!" The soldiers in the rear began to waver, their voices laced with fear. But it was too late. Mako Nakagawa turned, swinging her blade, and a massive arc of fire surged forth like an enraged fire dragon, completely engulfing the remaining soldiers. The screams and explosions melded into a suffocating symphony of hell.
The Eastern Man stood at a distance, finally revealing a look of terror on his face. He tried to back away, but the flames left him nowhere to escape. The woman from the West Side watched everything unfold, her face pale as she gritted her teeth and ordered, "Everyone, charge! No matter the cost, stop her!"
Yet Mako Nakagawa remained unafraid at the center of it all. Flames formed an impenetrable barrier around her; anyone attempting to get close was instantly incinerated. She growled like a beast ready to devour the world, transforming the entire arena into a fiery inferno.
The flames raged high, the intense heat distorting the air, while the ground was littered with charred remains and molten metal. Mako Nakagawa stood at the heart of the battlefield, surrounded by roaring flames like a Fire Goddess emerging from hell. Her eyes burned with an unquenchable fury, each step radiating scorching waves that made the few remaining guards recoil in fear.
Wu Jing's guards trembled involuntarily as they gripped their blades; the sound of metal scraping against leather mingled with their faint gasps. Their gazes darted between the flames and Mako Nakagawa, desperately seeking any chance for retaliation, but an overwhelming pressure gripped them like an invisible hand tightening around their throats. They all felt it: this was no ordinary enemy; she was a calamity they could not withstand.
"This... is a monster..." a young guard finally whispered in disbelief. His voice trembled, and as he spoke, his spear nearly slipped from his grasp. His companion shot him a fierce glare, signaling him to be quiet, but even this usually composed guard could see that sweat had soaked through his helmet.
Mako Nakagawa advanced step by step, the roar of flames announcing an inevitable judgment. Her gaze swept over each person with undeniable murderous intent. Wu Jing's guards began to retreat, their blades clinking softly together—a sound driven by fear controlling every nerve in their bodies.
The man standing at the forefront slowly closed his eyes and took a deep breath. The carefree smile he had worn earlier vanished, replaced by a calm acceptance. Perhaps it was born from despair or perhaps a silent mockery of fate. He exhaled gently and spoke in a low, steady tone: "So this is Wu Jing's end?"
His words shattered whatever resolve remained among the guards. Those few soldiers still holding their ground were filled with struggle in their eyes but could no longer muster any courage. Their bodies trembled slightly as if they would lose control of their weapons at any moment.
Mako Nakagawa stood firm, flames roaring behind her like outstretched wings. She slowly raised the blade forged from fire, as if ready to cleave this land and all its living beings in the next moment.
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