Chapter 241: The Madman Who Crushes Ability Users

Pisces' body was yanked towards Hayato like a kite with its string cut. Her eyes widened in horror as she watched those clawed fingers, sharp as a tiger's talons, closing in on her face. A chilling wind brushed past her ear, sending a shiver down her spine. Just as the fatal strike was about to land, a sharp and urgent voice rang from the distance:

"Pisces, move your head right!!!"

The command struck her like a war drum, an iron order that brooked no disobedience. Before she could even process it, her body reacted on its own, jerking her head sharply to the right.

In that split second, Hayato's clawed hand, radiating lethal intent, slashed through the air where her head had just been. The razor-sharp nails sliced through a few strands of her silver-white hair, sending them drifting away in the howling wind. Cold air rushed against her exposed skin, and Pisces' pupils trembled as she stared blankly at the scene before her, unable to snap out of her daze.

The chill seeped into her collar, biting her flesh like ice, yet it was nothing compared to the terror of brushing against death. She stood frozen, pupils constricting in fear, her face drained of color. Even her breath came in ragged, uneven gasps. Hayato's oppressive aura still lingered beside her, the aftershock of his killing intent pressing against her skin like a blade.

"Swing forth, Yahatoten!"

A deafening roar shook the battlefield as Leo unleashed a wave of blazing orange sword energy, roaring like a tidal wave towards Hayato's back. The sheer force of the attack tore through the air, sending debris flying from the ruined battlefield.

Usagi stood at a distance, her sharp gaze locked onto the unfolding battle. She knew Hayato possessed the speed to evade the strike, but without a weapon, his efficiency in dealing with such an attack would be significantly diminished.

Glancing at the twin blades in her hands—her lifelong companions and most treasured possessions—Usagi's hands trembled slightly. But in the next instant, she gritted her teeth and hurled the twin blades forward, their edges slicing through the wind towards Hayato. "Hayato, catch—!"

A glint of wild excitement flashed in Hayato's eyes, as if some primal instinct buried deep within his bones had been awakened. A grin stretched across his lips—mad, unrestrained, and domineering. Without hesitation, he pushed off the ground, his figure shooting forward like an arrow loosed from its bow, a whirlwind tearing through the battlefield. He ignored the intercepting attacks of the enemy entirely, not even sparing them a glance.

Gemini, sensing the imminent danger, shouted, "Don't let him get those blades! Stop him!!"

At once, the three opponents moved in unison—Leo's sword energy thundered forward, Pisces' whip lashed out violently, and Gemini charged with twin blades aimed directly at Hayato's throat. Their combined assault left no room for escape, sealing off every possible path.

Yet, just as the attacks were about to converge upon him, Hayato caught the twin blades midair. In that instant, his blood surged, his aura skyrocketing, like a beast breaking free from its chains. His movement was fluid, his strikes swift—his twin blades carved brilliant arcs of red light through the battlefield, tearing apart everything in their wake.

He landed, twisting mid-air, and with a diagonal slash, he unleashed a crimson shockwave. The force swept across the battlefield like a storm, cutting through everything in its path. Laughing wildly, he roared:

"Ahahaha!!! Usagi's love letter to me!!!"

The twin blades spun in his hands like a dancer's ribbons, meeting every attack with precision and sheer ferocity. Sparks erupted as steel clashed against steel, and even the whip's deadly strikes were deflected with perfect timing. His footwork was elusive, his body moving like a ghostly specter, slipping effortlessly through the relentless assault of three warriors.

"Don't hesitate, keep attacking!" Gemini barked, his blades flashing like lightning as he coordinated with Leo's sword energy. Pisces' whip moved like a serpent, striking at every opening. Yet, against the overwhelming storm that was Hayato, their combined might felt as fragile as paper.

Suddenly, seizing an opening, Hayato yanked his trapped blade free from Pisces' whip and flung it straight at her!

Pisces instinctively dodged, eyes filled with terror. From the distance, Usagi shouted furiously, "Hayato! If you lose those, don't even think about coming back!"

Hayato glanced back at her and smirked, that same roguish grin plastered across his face. "As if I'd let that happen!"

With a mad flourish, he hurled the second blade, letting it arc through the air before catching the first one mid-motion. He weaved through the battlefield like a shadow, his movements both wild and calculated. Again and again, he threw and retrieved his weapons with unnatural precision, each strike tearing through the enemy ranks like a storm of flashing steel.

Despite the chaos, none of his blows landed lethal hits. The twin blades passed dangerously close to their targets, slicing only the air around them. The assassins halted, momentarily paralyzed, their eyes flickering with confusion.

"What the hell is he doing?" Leo muttered, gripping Yahatoten tightly. He didn't understand Hayato's bizarre tactics, but he knew one thing—hesitation meant death.

Raising his sword high, Leo gathered his energy. The gravity in the air twisted and trembled under the immense force as he roared:

"Die—!!"

The colossal sword energy crashed down towards Hayato, distorting the air with its sheer force. Hayato, momentarily held in place by the pressure, slowly lifted his head, a manic grin spreading across his face, his eyes burning with insatiable bloodlust.

"Fatal Point: Thousand Piercing Death."

The battlefield fell silent for a breath—a moment of eerie stillness before an earth-shattering explosion erupted.

In that single instant, invisible blades lacerated the assassins with unerring accuracy. Arteries were severed with surgical precision. Blood erupted in fine, misty arcs, painting the night sky crimson. The very air thickened with the scent of iron as the battlefield transformed into a scene of unspeakable carnage.

Like a symphony of death, every drop of spilled blood wove a grotesque masterpiece. The assassins collapsed one by one, bodies falling like lifeless puppets whose strings had been cut. The ground was soaked in red, an ocean of gore spreading outward.

Usagi, still standing at a distance, stared in horror, struggling to comprehend what she had just witnessed.

"This guy… is he even human?" she whispered, her voice trembling.

Leo barely remained standing, blood pouring from his wounds. He had managed to block part of the attack, but his body was failing him. Gemini clutched his slashed throat, his eyes wide with disbelief. Pisces, her pulse cut, crumpled into Leo's arms, her strength fading rapidly.

A moment ago, there had been an army of ten thousand assassins on the battlefield. Now, only three remained, drenched in blood, standing amidst an ocean of corpses.

Beneath the moonlight, Hayato stood motionless at the heart of the bloodbath, his twin blades dripping crimson. He turned, licking his lips, his wild eyes burning with unrestrained hunger.

"Oh? Only you three left?" he sneered, his voice carrying across the desolate battlefield. "Come on… I haven't even had my fill yet!"

His laughter echoed through the night, a mad requiem of slaughter.