Elsa’s pupils constricted slightly, the wind from the fist causing her black hair to stream backward, and every single cell in her body was signaling the extreme danger of this strike.
Such a powerful physical body.
This person is very strong.
But…
A crisp metallic clashing sound rang out.
Elsa held her short blade vertically in front of her, intercepting Kenma’s fist as her gaze grew colder.
This guy’s combat experience was clearly lacking, and many flaws appeared when he threw his punch.
Just as Elsa intended to draw her second blade to launch an attack, the dagger used to block the attack began to vibrate, and then her entire body flew into the air, crashing straight through the door on the spot.
The immense impact caused Elsa’s figure to flip in the air, flying backward for over a dozen meters before barely landing, her entire right arm completely paralyzed.
The web of her thumb was split open and bleeding but soon, it was restored to as good as new.
The initial flippancy in her heart was completely gone.
“Ara ara, your strength is quite something.
Looks like you exercise properly on a regular basis.” Kenma smiled, bending his arm to reveal well-defined arm muscles.
“Of course.
But your reaction speed is quite fast.
That punch just now was intended to blow up your upper body, I didn’t expect it to actually be blocked.” “Oh?” The smile on Elsa’s face grew even more enchanting as she raised her hand to pull the second blade from her waist, gripping it in her left hand.
“Your skill at talking big is even more impressive, but I wonder how much of that big talk translates to actual skill in reality?” Hearing the sarcastic words, Kenma was not angry at all.
He slammed his foot onto the ground, shooting out amidst the flying gravel.
“Whether it’s big talk or the real deal, we’ll know as soon as we try.” He leaped forward, throwing a punch toward Elsa’s head.
Elsa tilted her head to dodge, then rotated her body, the blade in her hand swiftly slashing toward Kenma’s abdomen.
She wanted to see how the intestines of the person in front of her differed from anyone else’s.
However, the next second, the moment the blade collided head-on with Kenma’s abdomen, Elsa felt astonishment in her heart.
What is going on?
Her blade was a specially crafted Kukri blade, possessing extremely sharp properties capable of easily slicing through any flesh and skin.
But for some reason, the tactile sensation transmitted from the blade’s slash just now was completely different from when she had cut open anyone else’s flesh before.
It was as if she had chopped into some kind of special material with extreme resilience.
Blood splattered.
Under Elsa’s full-strength blow, she ultimately managed to slice open the skin of Kenma’s abdomen, but was stuck by those steel-like muscles.
Taking advantage of this brief gap, Kenma grabbed Elsa by the head and smashed her toward the ground.
Boom!
The area centered around the two of them stirred up a sandstorm, and a large number of shattered cracks appeared on the ground beneath their feet, causing the entire slum to tremble.
The residents inside the houses all tightly shut their doors and windows, shivering as they hid in the safest corners of their homes, not daring to leak the slightest sound.
They were afraid, afraid that the two monsters fighting outside would notice them and trample them to death like ants.
In this perilous world, ordinary people without power or influence lived in such a humble and miserable manner.
The burning pain in his abdomen not only failed to make Kenma feel suffering, but instead caused a strong surge of excitement and battle intent to well up in his heart.
Exhilarating!
Elsa’s head was smashed into the dirt, but she did not lose her composure.
Instead, she raised her hand to hack the Kukri blade toward Kenma’s wrist, attempting to cut off his arm and break free from the restraint.
Noticing her movement, Kenma did not hesitate at all, delivering a powerful kick toward Elsa’s elbow joint.
Crack!
A crisp sound of bone cracking rang out, and Elsa’s right hand holding the Kukri blade was kicked into an eerie 90-degree bend, her arm hanging limply.
However, as a professional killer seasoned in slaughter, the powerful Bowel Hunter would not have her mind disturbed by the slightest bit from the pain of a broken arm.
Elsa raised her left hand, tossing the Kukri blade into mid-air, and then grabbed the soil from the ground, scattering it forward.
Even with Kenma’s formidable body, when faced with a large amount of soil entering his eyes, he would involuntarily close them.
Although he adjusted within less than a second, for a battle between two people of this level, this instant was enough to decide many things.
Taking advantage of the split second when Kenma closed his eyes, Elsa fiercely launched a counterattack.
Her broken right hand recovered in an eerie posture, and the Kukri blade swung fiercely.
Splat!
The muscle connecting Kenma’s right thumb and index finger was severed, instantly losing the strength for a firm grip and releasing his clamp on Elsa’s head.
Taking this opportunity, Elsa kicked out, sending Kenma who was pressing down on her flying away, and extended her left hand to catch the Kukri blade that had been thrown into the air and was beginning to fall, rapidly retreating dozens of meters.
After close-quarters combat, she had felt the terrifying nature of Kenma’s physical body.
Even the thin patch of muscle connecting the opponent’s right palm that she had just severed encountered immense resistance, just like hacking a blade into an extremely hard stone.
What a monstrous fellow.
Kenma flew backward, his legs plunging into the earth’s surface and leaving two deep trenches on the ground before he managed to stabilize his footing.
Looking at his bleeding right hand and abdomen, he pondered internally.
The gap in combat experience was large.
He hadn’t expected Elsa to think of and execute a method to break the deadlock in such a short time.
Truly, these top-tier powerhouses could not be underestimated.
However…
Kenma abruptly raised his head, the smile at the corners of his lips completely uncontrollable, and his eyes burned with a fiery battle intent.
Being able to accumulate combat experience through Return by Death over and over again, battling these top-tier powerhouses allowed him to continuously grow—this was his greatest trump card.
Elsa wrenched her right hand, finally realigning the crooked bone, and raised a hand to smooth back the black hair scattered across her forehead.
“Your combat style is crude, but you have a physical body that can take hits so casually.
I’m becoming more and more interested in you.” Hearing this, Kenma stepped out with his right foot, his figure shooting forth and arriving in front of Elsa in a flash.
“Coincidentally, my interest in you right now is also overwhelmingly strong.
Do not disappoint me, Bowel Hunter Elsa.”