"Whip, haven't you eaten enough today? Why are you so weak, acting like a girl?"
Ryuuto smirked, casually holding the decapitating knife with one hand. He looked effortlessly in control as the whip flailed in desperation, its wielder's face red with strain, barely able to speak.
"Boy, go die!"
An angry roar tore through the air. Obadell launched himself forward, his eyes glowing with lethal red aurora, targeting the back of Ryuuto's head with deadly precision.
But Ryuuto? Calm as ever, he tilted his head lazily, stretching as if nothing could touch him. The casual movement froze Whiplash mid-jump, mouth agape, pointing his whip at Obadell's nose while cursing wildly.
The red auroras shot blindly past, missing Ryuuto entirely. Whiplash scrambled, using the long whip to deflect the deadly beams inches from his own eyes, blue smoke curling ominously along the whip's length. His face twisted into a mask of fury.
"Obadell, what are you doing?!" he barked, voice cracking.
Obadell barely registered the chaos around him. His attack hadn't hit Ryuuto, but it bought a sliver of time. Perfect. He clenched his five mechanical fingers into a fist, channeling all his strength into his armored arm and charged.
Ryuuto hovered mid-air, casually laughing.
"Tsk tsk, Obadell… always sneaky, huh? I didn't think someone that tall could be this dirty!"
"Die, Laozi!" Obadell roared, rage so thick it seemed to choke him. He swung a fist toward Ryuuto's head, determined to end this once and for all.
But Ryuuto had other plans. With a strange gesture, he activated Forbearance! Confusion Technique!
Obadell's body froze mid-swing, trapped as if sinking into quicksand. No matter how he struggled, nothing obeyed. Ryuuto's sly smile widened as Obadell's own punch slammed into his face, teeth cracking, blood spurting.
"Obadell! What are you—?!" Whiplash yelled, furious. He lashed his whip with all his might, trying to finish Ryuuto off.
Ryuuto didn't even flinch. He activated his Mind and Body Technique, conjuring a jet-black spear in his hand.
"Boy! What are you doing?!" Obadell's mechanical arm whirred violently, but his premonition screamed doom.
Ryuuto's strike cut through him, blood surging from wounds as the spear pierced with terrifying precision.
"Court death!" Ryuuto declared.
Obadell's eyes narrowed, fire blazing as he pushed his Ark Reactor armor to the ultimate, rushing forward in a streak of light. The two black whips lashed like live lightning, aiming straight for Ryuuto's heart.
Ryuuto didn't dodge. He waited. Calm. Taunting.
"Jiang Li! Run! Don't waste your life!" Tony Stark shouted from across the battlefield, still locked in combat with the remaining Ten Rings terrorists.
"Too late!" Ryuuto muttered under his breath.
"Whip, finish this kid! That alloy armor will be yours!" Obadell roared.
"Don't worry! He can't escape me!" Whiplash grinned wildly, striking with even greater ferocity.
Ryuuto activated Secret Technique: Death Secretary – Blood Reliance! The black-and-white patterns of Hidan's data packet shimmered over his body like a descending shinigami.
Whiplash and Obadell froze for a split second in surprise—but the black whip still tore through Ryuuto's form. Heart-piercing screams echoed… but something was wrong.
Obadell's triumphant smile faltered. A scream—not Ryuuto's—pierced the air. Blood spurted violently from Obadell's mouth and nose as an inexplicable wound opened in his chest. His mechanical arm spasmed uncontrollably.
"Hey, Whip… good job. Didn't expect you to be cruel enough to kill your own teammates!" Ryuuto chuckled, calm and almost amused amid the carnage.
The battlefield had shifted in an instant—obviously, Ryuuto was still in complete control, and now the villains' own treachery turned against them.
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