"Daniel, Maruyama, what in the world are you doing? Aren't we all teammates trying to survive together? If we keep fighting like this, everyone will die, won't they?"
The madam knew she was useless in a fight. Standing here idly served no purpose, so she might as well speak up. Perhaps she could squeeze out some information or distract the enemy.
"Die?"
Hearing this, the black man and the chubby guy suddenly burst into laughter.
It was a savage laugh, yet also... tragic.
"We stopped being on the same side a long time ago... Only if you die can we have a chance to live!" the black man roared.
The chubby guy had also been smirking, but when he came to his senses, he realized Fumiya Jin had already crept a meter closer... He quickly tossed the paper wad in his hand lightly into the air, then fixed his eyes on Fumiya Jin.
The next second, the paper wad flying through the air suddenly locked onto its target like a guided missile and shot toward Fumiya Jin.
Fumiya Jin glanced at the paper wad, his brow furrowing slightly.
Judging by its appearance, it was just an ordinary wad of toilet paper. It didn't look like it had any killing power.
But for the other party to pull it out at a time like this... it clearly wasn't that simple.
An item?
"Whoosh—"
The blade sliced through the air.
The paper wad was instantly cut in half.
Fumiya Jin didn't even feel his blade meet any resistance.
Could it really be just a normal wad of toilet paper?
No!
That's not right!
Fumiya Jin's gaze sharpened.
He realized that after being cut in two, the halves of the paper wad didn't fall to the ground... Instead, they seemed to hit an invisible wall on either side, then bounced back, flying toward Fumiya Jin again.
And in the instant they rebounded, the severed halves suddenly became whole paper wads again!
So now, there were two paper wads flying at Fumiya Jin.
"Whoosh—"
Fumiya Jin took half a step back and swung upwards.
His tachi flashed, precisely cutting through both paper wads one after the other.
Once again, the paper wads were split apart...
But the next second, four paper wads bounced back at him!
Moreover, Fumiya Jin detected a pungent, fishy stench coming from the paper wads.
He didn't know what would happen if these paper wads landed on him, but he was sure it wouldn't be anything good.
"Cutting it is useless?"
Fumiya Jin's expression grew slightly grave.
He took a step back, retreating two paces.
But the paper wads immediately gave chase, flying faster and faster.
He had a flash of inspiration... slightly twisting his wrist, he turned the blade on its side and swung horizontally, striking the nearest paper wad with the flat of his sword...
"Smack—"
This paper wad was sent flying.
But it soon hit another invisible wall and ricocheted back, joining the other three as it flew toward Fumiya Jin.
"Heh heh, this was the only reward I got from my trial instance. It's not that easy to deal with!" The chubby guy's eyes were fixed on Fumiya Jin, a triumphant, savage grin on his face. "Just you wait to be completely wrapped up in endless paper wads, hahahaha."
What the hell is this thing... it's really hard to handle—Fumiya Jin cursed inwardly.
The chubby guy didn't seem to have any trump cards, but it turned out he'd been holding onto an item this whole time.
Fumiya himself had too few trump cards right now. After all, his superpower wasn't combat-related, and he'd only received game rewards once. He really had no way to counter this bizarre item.
At a time like this, he needed...
"Smack!—"
Just as Fumiya Jin was about to turn and call for support,
a crisp sound of a drumstick strike erupted from his side and rear.
A sound wave carrying concussive force instantly reached the ears of everyone present.
The black man, the chubby guy, the fleshy-faced woman, and even the madam... all felt a sudden numbness course through their bodies, as if they'd been electrocuted.
The madam, being the closest, even felt her legs go weak, and she sat down on the ground with a thump.
"Ah! I'm sorry, madam! I forgot to mark you as an ally..." Nijika cried out, a little apologetic. Because the madam was standing behind her, she had forgotten about her.
The madam: "..."
The chubby guy's gaze, which had been locked onto Fumiya Jin, uncontrollably lost focus for a moment.
As a result, the four paper wads dancing in the air also seemed to lose their way for an instant... hovering in mid-air.
And at that moment, only Fumiya Jin was unaffected!
His eyes lit up.
Nice follow-up crowd control!
He instantly sheathed his tachi.
He stomped hard, exploding forward at maximum speed and darting to the side.
He circled around the hovering paper wads and... charged toward the chubby guy.
Seeing Fumiya Jin about to reach him, the chubby guy finally recovered from the paralysis and quickly glared at Fumiya Jin.
The paper wads immediately locked on again, as if having reacquired their target, and chased after Fumiya Jin from behind...
However...
"Whoosh—"
An elegant, cherry-blossom-pink arc was drawn in an instant.
This arc sliced through the upper part of the chubby guy's right arm—the one holding the paper wads—and then casually passed by his neck.
And so...
"Thwack!—"
An arm fell to the ground.
"Thud!"
A chubby head also fell to the ground, rolling twice.
Even with the freakish healing ability the black man had displayed earlier, it seemed ineffective when one's head was on the ground.
The chubby guy was dead.
The moment his body went still, the white toilet paper clutched in the hand of his severed arm dissolved like ash.
It seemed that killing someone didn't directly drop their equipment.
But at least the threat of the paper wads was dealt with.
Yet Fumiya Jin had no time to be happy.
He could already hear footsteps and the rush of wind coming from behind him!
The black man, having broken free from the paralysis, had launched a sneak attack from his side and rear. Moreover, his speed and strength were already far beyond that of a normal person.
Fumiya Jin had no time to turn, and his Drawing Slash couldn't be used against such an awkward position to his side and rear...
"Smack!—"
The sound of a drumstick strike rang out once more.
The attack that should have hit Fumiya Jin in his moment of recovery was momentarily halted.
In that instant, Fumiya Jin made a decision—after this fight, he would definitely hug Nijika and plant a big kiss on her soft, pale cheek! In fact, one kiss wouldn't be enough!
Who said drummers are useless in a team fight?
This drummer is amazing!
Fumiya Jin seized this momentary breathing room, took a step forward and to the right, and finally had the chance to turn around.
Because this was the second time the black man was hit by the control effect, and he was farther from Nijika, the duration was shorter. He recovered his mobility at that moment and threw another punch at Fumiya Jin!
The surface of his fist was covered in a layer of greenish-black scales, which looked extremely hard.
Fumiya Jin no longer dodged. The tachi, which he had been dragging on the ground, was brought up in a sweeping upward slash—
"Shhh—"
The blade met the fist.
For a split second, it was stopped.
Those greenish scales seemed incredibly tough; a normal blade might not have been able to cut through them at all.
However...
Just an instant later...
The blade cut through the scales and sank into the fist.
"Chrrk—"
It was like a hatchet splitting a bamboo stalk from top to bottom.
The dreadlocked man's arm was forcefully split in two!
The dreadlocked man's eyes widened. He stomped the ground and leaped back, instantly creating a distance of two or three meters...
Then he looked down at his arm, which was now split into two long strips...
"Aaaaaaaah!!!"
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