Akira exerted force under his feet, instantly crossing a distance of over ten meters.
He started after the hound but arrived before it, and his speed was actually faster than that of the fully pouncing Flesh Hound!
“Pfft!”
A muffled sound of a sharp blade cutting into flesh.
The black Sharp Claws traced a cold arc in the air, accurately and flawlessly cutting into the side of the hound’s neck.
Reinforced by the Sharp Claws, its sharpness far exceeded that of a blade, easily tearing open the monster’s tough muscle tissue and severing its thick spine.
The body of the hound pouncing in mid-air stiffened abruptly, and the huge momentum of its forward rush carried its headless body to fly forward for a distance, finally slamming heavily less than half a meter in front of the woman, splashing scalding black blood all over her face.
A huge dog’s head, its expression still frozen in a moment of viciousness, rolled aside and only stopped after hitting the leg of a shelf.
Chapter 18: Shiraki Meiko (2)
The severed head ultimately failed to grow flesh and blood again, and Akira’s guess was verified: chopping off the head was a one-time, irreversible massive amount of damage.
A cold prompt mechanically stated in his mind.
[Killed mid-low level monster ‘Flesh Hound’, obtained Survival Points x8]
[Cooperative kill, Takagi Saya obtained Survival Points x2, Shiraki Meiko obtained Survival Points x2]
Shiraki Meiko?
Akira’s movements paused for a split second, and his gaze involuntarily turned to the woman behind him who had just crawled out of the pile of snacks.
This name, along with this highly recognizable attire, made him remember.
No wonder there was an inexplicable sense of familiarity.
Isn’t this a character from Prison School?
A comedy anime known for its exaggeration and fanservice, and Shiraki Meiko is precisely the vice president of the student council there, with a bold dressing style, but an exceptionally serious personality, even carrying a slight sadistic tendency.
At the same time, Shiraki Meiko also heard the prompt ringing in her ears.
The Flesh Hound that had previously endangered her life had already been killed by the man named Akira in front of her.
Whoever the person in front of her was, at least the two of them were not enemies right now.
Shiraki Meiko adjusted her chaotic breathing, her chest heaving due to intense oxygen exchange.
She tightened her grip on the steel spear in her hand, the cold touch calming her chaotic thoughts.
She moved her steps and stood beside Akira, locking her gaze on the remaining Flesh Hound.
The two stood side by side.
Getting closer, Akira noticed that Shiraki Meiko’s school uniform was completely soaked in sweat, the fabric clinging tightly to her skin, outlining every inch of her exaggerated body curves.
Sweat slid down from the tips of her hair and her neck, forming a small damp patch on the ground.
Her body was trembling slightly; that was not fear, but an instinctive reaction of decreased muscle control after severe physical exhaustion.
“Your remaining physical stamina is insufficient.
Go flank and harass it, I’ll take charge of the frontal main attack.” Akira withdrew his gaze and issued instructions, watching the hound gradually approaching ahead.
“Mm.” After Shiraki Meiko responded seriously, she quickly moved away, her two sweat-drenched thighs kicking up tiny water droplets as she ran.
Seeing that Shiraki Meiko was ready, Akira did not talk nonsense anymore.
Shiraki Meiko’s own combat effectiveness was extremely high, so he didn’t need to give too many verbal instructions.
He stepped on the ground with both feet, every muscle fiber tightening and exploding.
The sudden burst of force made him rush out like a cannonball, the Sharp Claws on his fists popping out and heading straight for the monster.
“Roar!”
A muffled roar came from the throat of the remaining Flesh Hound.
Facing Akira’s charge, it did not choose to clash head-on.
Having learned the lesson of its companion being instantly killed in seconds, this monster’s actions became cautious.
Akira’s Sharp Claws traced several black afterimages in the air, each attack accurately aiming at the hound’s neck.
But the monster could always twist its body at the last critical moment at an extremely tricky angle, forcefully taking the attacks with its hard spine or shoulder blades.
“Rip!”
Akira’s Sharp Claws easily tore open its epidermis, kicking up large patches of rotten flesh and black blood, leaving terrifying wounds deep to the bone on its body.
However, these severe injuries, which would paralyze any normal creature, were no different from scratching an itch to it.
The dark red muscle tissue writhed at high speed in a disgusting manner, and the rolling flesh quickly aggregated.
In no more than two or three breaths, those hideous and terrifying wounds shrank into faint scars, then completely disappeared.
Akira’s offensive came wave after wave, pressing the Flesh Hound into passive defense and retreating step by step.
The monster’s strength and speed were completely suppressed in front of Akira.
Yet it just couldn’t be killed.
On the other side, Shiraki Meiko had successfully bypassed to the side of the hound.
Her breathing became increasingly rapid.
Under intense movement, sweat continuously slipped from her temples, the tip of her nose, and her chin like beads with a broken string.
A thin layer of water vapor covered her oval lenses, making her vision somewhat blurred.
She had no time to wipe it.
Through the lenses, those brown eyes locked tightly onto the hound that was dodging continuously under Akira’s violent attacks.
Every contraction and explosion of her muscles drove her full chest to sway violently, and sweat filled the last trace of gap between her clothes and skin.
To dodge Akira’s claw aimed directly at its head, the hound forcibly twisted its body to one side, discharging the impact force.
This action caused its body to have an extremely brief lateral tilt, leaving its center wide open.
Just this instant!
Shiraki Meiko’s blurred vision instantly became extremely clear.
Her body’s center of gravity sank, her waist suddenly exerted force, and every bit of remaining strength in her body was poured through her arms into the steel spear in her hand without reservation!
“Hah!”
A short and powerful low shout burst from her throat.
She stepped forward, and the spear in her hand accurately and flawlessly stabbed fiercely into the softest gap under the hound’s ribs!
“Pfft!”
The muffled sound of the spear tip piercing tough skin and flesh was clearly audible in the empty supermarket.
The spear plunged deeply into the monster’s body, piercing through to the other side.
The flesh-and-blood body twisted and struggled crazily, its limbs dancing wildly in the air.
Its massive body was forcibly nailed in mid-air by Shiraki Meiko’s full-strength blow!
Its softest abdomen and most vulnerable neck were thus completely exposed without defense!
She could only hold on for one second.
Shiraki Meiko’s lips were somewhat pale from physical depletion, and after one second she would not have a shred of strength left.
The opportunity she created was only this short moment.
Akira did not waste it.
The moment Shiraki Meiko struck, his body had already reacted.
The ground beneath his feet shattered, his entire body leaped high, and his body carved a sharp arc in the air.
The target of the Sharp Claws was precisely the hound’s neck, which was raised high due to pain!
“Pfft——!”
This time, there was no hard bone obstruction anymore.
The black Sharp Claws cut into the flesh, making a sound as brisk as a knife cutting through butter.
The monster’s cervical vertebrae and tendons snapped in response.
A huge head flew high, tumbling a few times in the air, and finally smashed heavily onto a pile of colorful potato chip packaging bags, making a muffled thud.
The headless corpse twitched violently twice on the spear, then completely lost all vitality.
At the severed neck, black blood gushed out wildly like a fire hydrant with an opened valve.
[Killed mid-low level monster ‘Flesh Hound’, obtained Survival Points x8]
[Cooperative Kill.
Takagi Saya obtained Survival Points x2.
Shiraki Meiko obtained Survival Points x2.]
Another notification sound rang out.
Shiraki Meiko’s arms slumped, no longer able to hold the spear.
The hound’s corpse fell from the sky, slamming onto the ground like a pile of rotten meat.
She collapsed to the ground, panting heavily.
Her chest throbbed with pain from the lack of oxygen.
Sweat dripped down her ash-blonde hair, pooling into a small puddle beneath her feet.
Her clothes were so completely drenched they could be wrung out.