BANG!
Rhine's metallic body slammed violently into the alloy wall, leaving a distinct, human-shaped crater. As he slid to the floor, his torn bionic skin revealed the metallic skeleton underneath.
Ten meters away, No. 18 slowly lowered her right leg. Her smooth blonde hair remained perfectly intact, and her exquisite face was still devoid of any expression.
COUGH.
Rhine spat out a mouthful of blackened lubricating oil, his eyes unfocused. "This woman is an absolute monster!" he thought.
Every one of her attacks felt like a cheat script, precisely exploiting the one-in-a-ten-thousandth-of-a-second gap in his Magic Circuits' operation, rendering him completely powerless.
"Again," No. 18 said, her voice as cold as frost.
Rhine gritted his teeth as a blue light lit up in his palms once more. This was already the fifth day of Hell Week. Every day, he was treated like a punching bag, absolutely pulverized by No. 18 for a full hour.
