Chapter 232: Usagi’s Desperate Breakthrough
"Ugh—!"
A powerful blast struck Usagi squarely, launching her into midair before she crashed into a distant steel framework. She slid down, her knees slamming onto the ground with a dull thud. The last shreds of her rabbit coat were ripped away, leaving only a tight-fitting white tank top, soaked through with sweat, clinging to her body. Her chest rose and fell rapidly with her ragged breathing, while her short cotton shorts, covered in dust and blood, bore testament to the brutal battle. Though battered, she exuded a wild, untamed beauty.
Enemies closed in from all directions, their relentless attacks giving her no respite. Gritting her teeth, Usagi brandished her dual blades, slashing furiously as crimson flames danced around her. Despite her desperate resistance, she appeared frail, as though she might be swallowed by the overwhelming assault at any moment.
"You think you can kill me like this?! Don't make me laugh—!!"
Usagi let out a hoarse but defiant roar. She forced herself to her feet, sheer willpower holding her battered body together. Her twin blades flared with an even more intense crimson blaze, as though threatening to set the night itself ablaze.
The enemy struck once more. Usagi raised her weapons and charged into their ranks at a blistering speed, her figure cutting through the darkness like a shooting star. Blood sprayed through the air, mingling with sweat as it dripped from her chin. Though her body was covered in wounds and her strength waned, her eyes burned with unwavering determination.
"COME ON!!!"
She bellowed, her voice filled with fury, like a cornered beast prepared to tear its hunters apart in a final stand.
Usagi's white tank top had already been slashed in multiple places by enemy attacks, revealing patches of bare skin, but she paid it no heed. Her sole focus was on swinging her blades, fending off wave after wave of adversaries. Even as tens of thousands of ability users bore down on her, she remained the brightest star on the battlefield—burning herself out in an unyielding fight for survival.
Weaving through the battlefield, Usagi fought with everything she had. The relentless onslaught of energy blasts and close combat strikes battered her mercilessly.
"Gah…"
A muffled grunt escaped her lips as a devastating shockwave struck her chest, sending her hurtling backward. She crashed into the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust. Curled up momentarily, she coughed, fresh blood trickling from the corner of her mouth, staining her already torn tank top. Her pale skin was marred with bruises and cuts, giving her a tragic yet hauntingly beautiful appearance.
The enemy pressed on without hesitation. A group of Executioners closed in, their weapons gleaming as they prepared to finish her off. Wiping the blood from her lips, Usagi's eyes blazed with defiance. She flipped back onto her feet, her dual blades igniting once more with blinding crimson flames, intercepting the incoming strikes with breathtaking speed.
"DIE!!!"
She roared, swinging her blades in a deadly arc. The fiery slash consumed three enemies in an instant, blood spraying across her face and her tattered top. The thick scent of blood filled the air, but she showed no sign of retreat.
More adversaries surged forward. Usagi clenched her jaw, maneuvering through the enemy ranks like a phantom. Each stroke of her blades was precise and lethal, severing countless lives. Yet, her body was reaching its limits—each heavy impact sent violent tremors through her frame.
"Hnngh—!!"
A devastating blow struck her back, forcing blood from her lips in a gruesome spray. Stumbling, she dropped to one knee, her chest heaving. Even so, she wiped her mouth roughly, a manic glint flashing in her eyes.
"Is this all you've got? And you dare chase after the Aka Clan?!"
Her voice was hoarse but unyielding. With a fierce glare, she lunged at her attackers, a wounded beast refusing to surrender.
Her movements grew increasingly reckless, each strike fueled by dwindling reserves of strength. Her blades lashed out like a raging tempest, cutting down enemies without mercy. Even as she sustained wound after wound, as blood painted her limbs, as her movements slowed, her spirit remained indomitable.
Usagi knew she couldn't afford to fall. The moment she stopped fighting, death would claim her. So, she fought on, carving a path through the slaughter, even if it meant soaking herself in blood, even if every inch of her body bore the scars of war.
She was acutely aware that facing an army of over a hundred thousand Executioners was a battle even the strongest ability user would struggle against. The endless tide of enemies swarmed toward her, their killing intent suffocating. Each attack was precise and merciless, as if the entire world was closing in on her.
Every swing of her blades was a brush with death. She could feel enemy weapons slicing past her skin, their edges icy against her flesh. Energy blasts scorched her exposed limbs, searing pain burning into her nerves. The battlefield was a cacophony of roars and explosions, drowning out everything else.
"The Aka Clan… has no cowards!!!"
Usagi roared, pushing past her agony as her twin blades carved a crimson arc, instantly reducing a dozen Executioners to ash. But before she could even catch her breath, more attacks rained down from every direction.
Energy detonations erupted around her, shaking her unsteady form. Her tank top and shorts were soaked in blood and grime, while her bare skin was riddled with cuts and bruises. Crimson dripped from her wounds, staining her arms and legs.
"Hah… hah…"
She panted, forcing herself to stand. Her vision blurred, yet she could still see the countless enemies encircling her. Like a rabbit caught in a hunter's snare, she was surrounded by ravenous beasts eager to tear her apart.
The enemy advanced cautiously, their weapons glinting with a murderous sheen. The air was thick with killing intent, almost tangible in its intensity. Usagi's heart pounded in her chest, but her gaze remained as sharp as ever.
Sensing her unbreakable resolve, the enemy intensified their assault. Usagi fought back with all she had, each movement honed to perfection. Her twin blades slashed through the enemy ranks, and once again, crimson flames erupted, consuming everything in their path.
But her strength was waning. Her legs trembled, her breaths came ragged, and every inhalation tasted of blood. The enemy's strikes grew fiercer, wounds accumulating on her body—her shoulder, abdomen, and thighs were all hit, fresh blood spilling freely.
"Nngh…"
She groaned, collapsing to one knee. Her twin blades dipped, blood dripping from their edges, painting crimson patterns on the ground.
Even so, her eyes still burned with defiance.
Dancing through the battlefield, Usagi's dual blades carved an elegant yet deadly path. Every motion reaped lives, blood staining the air. But she never stopped—never even spared a glance at the bodies left in her wake.
"Kill her!!!"
From the rear, a commanding voice rang out. Leo stood at a distance, his cold tone laced with authority. The Executioners, driven into a frenzy, surged forward, their bloodlust reaching its peak as they charged at Usagi with renewed vigor.