“Ara ara.
You are certainly full of spirit.
You’ve got quite the youthful flair.” Elsa’s words were frivolous, but her actions and expression showed not a shred of contempt.
Facing Kenma’s fist, which was continuously growing larger in her pupils, she twisted her wrist and thrust the tip of her Kukri blade forward.
Elsa possessed top-tier self-healing traits.
Before her stamina was completely exhausted, as long as she wasn’t thoroughly crushed into a puddle of minced meat, she could heal her body at an extremely fast speed.
Therefore, when facing powerhouses of similar strength to her, she would often adopt a trade-injury-for-injury tactic, relying on the advantage of her thick HP bar to stubbornly grind the opponent to death.
Right now, facing Kenma, she wanted to employ this move.
What Kenma wanted was precisely the thrill of such a head-on clash, as well as the extraction of experience amidst a life-or-death struggle.
Without any obstruction, both sides’ attacks hit their respective enemies.
The Kukri blade pierced into the flesh of Kenma’s ribs, struggling to break through the skin’s defense as it jammed in, blood gushing out.
As for Elsa, her face took the full brunt of Kenma’s unreserved, full-strength strike.
Her entire body spun in the air and she barely managed to disperse the impact force by kicking off the building behind her to turn back.
The moment she raised her head, the terrifying nature of Kenma’s punch was fully revealed.
The left side of her face that took the attack had completely caved in.
One could see that the cranium wrapped beneath the flesh had been mostly shattered, and her head involuntarily leaned to one side.
Yet even facing an injury that could be considered extremely fatal to an ordinary person, the smile on Elsa’s face remained unchanged.
With a thought from her, her stamina rapidly depleted, and her damaged skull visibly recovered, inflating just like a fully pumped-up balloon.
Kenma lowered his head to look at the blade stabbed below his chest.
He sneered and pulled it out, then smashed a fist against the side of the blade.
For a moment, blade fragments scattered everywhere, and the specially made Kukri blade was smashed to pieces.
In this brief exchange, although Kenma gained another sizable wound, he successfully disabled one of Elsa’s weapons.
The biggest weakness of this battle lay in the fact that Elsa possessed a blade capable of piercing his physical defense, while Kenma didn’t even have a single handy weapon, having to rely solely on his formidable physique to fight.
“Ara ara.
One of my weapons has been disabled.
The manufacturing cost of this special weapon isn’t cheap, you know.
Do you want to use your intestines as an exchange?” Elsa stared at the blade fragments under Kenma’s feet and teased.
Kenma was somewhat shocked by the durability of this blade.
Hearing Elsa’s words, he patted the wound on his abdomen where the skin had been slashed.
“Come on.
Win and my intestines are all yours.
No need to exchange.
If you win, take it all.” “Is that so.” Elsa caressed her face with a faint smile, then sprinted forward rapidly.
She arrived directly behind Kenma and thrust out her blade.
“Then I shall accept with humble gratitude.” Seeing that the blade was about to stab into Kenma’s back, piercing his heart to kill him in one blow, Elsa instinctively felt that something was amiss.
Her intuition was frantically warning her of impending danger, and a chill rushed straight from the soles of her feet to her crown.
What is going on?
Could it be that he still has some trump card?
The moment this thought arose, Elsa already knew the source of her dangerous intuition.
Kenma leaned his body backward, reaching his hands out behind him, and as if he had eyes on his back, accurately grabbed Elsa’s arm.
Before Elsa even had time to be shocked, she heard Kenma’s voice, suppressed with excitement.
“Got you!” Elsa felt her body being pulled by an irresistible force, and then using the grabbed arm as a pivot, she was vaulted over Kenma’s head and slammed onto the ground ahead.
Before she could even make a countermeasure, Kenma’s hands suddenly erupted with even more terrifying strength, lifting her entire body into the air and then slamming her onto the ground on the other side.
The formidable impact caused all of Elsa’s internal organs to tremble frantically, blood spurted uncontrollably, and her body was briefly paralyzed, unable to exert any strength at all for a moment.
Not good.
I didn’t expect my opening to actually be caught.
Kenma grabbed Elsa’s arm tightly just like that, crazily smashing her back and forth to the left and right sides like Hulk beating Loki.
Two humanoid deep pits had already formed, but the one being smashed could no longer be made out in a humanoid outline.
If it were an ordinary person, they would have long since died amidst these dozens of crazy smashes.
Even Elsa, who was nearly immortal, had already consumed a large amount of stamina to heal her body, and her self-healing speed was continuously declining.
Elsa’s pupils had already lost focus from being smashed, but she was struggling to maintain her consciousness, refusing to let her thoughts be interrupted amid the successive impacts.
Right now!
The moment Kenma smashed her toward the ground once more, she seized the critical opportunity, her Kukri blade stabbing out.
Kenma’s figure paused, looking somewhat dumbfounded at the severed arm in his hand.
What the fuck?
She actually cut off her own hand!
The black figure rapidly retreated.
Elsa’s still calm voice came over, as if the one who had just severed her own arm wasn’t her.
“Not bad.
I was almost really tricked by you.” As soon as the words fell, a fierce wind came from the left.
Kenma’s pupils contracted, and without hesitation, he raised his hand to slap toward the left.
However, the next second, a sharp stabbing pain struck.
He looked at the blade fragments batted away by his left hand, and inwardly thought that things looked bad.
Damn it!
It’s a trap!
Even though he had realized it, it was already too late.
Elsa, who had already regrown her right arm, appeared by Kenma’s right side, the blade in her hand stabbing toward his neck.
The skin of his neck was sliced open by the sharp blade and blood spurted out.
Kenma immediately noticed his rapid blood loss.
Even with a physique so formidable it was already superhuman, in the face of this level of blood loss, he couldn’t last even a minute, and it wouldn’t be long before he died of excessive blood loss.
At a time like this, there was a high probability that he could only helplessly wait to bleed to death, and then on the next loop, obtain a bonus reward before coming to challenge Elsa again.
Kenma’s lips curled up, madness flashing in his eyes.
This was naturally the most normal logic but he refused to just wait for death.
Even Bowel Hunter Elsa, who had been in the assassination business for decades, had never imagined that someone would fiercely launch a final counterattack under the circumstance of having their neck sliced open.
Kenma tightly pinched Elsa’s neck with his left hand, his right hand tightly clenched into a fist.
“I am going to beat you until your flesh and blood fly everywhere in this final minute.”