I have an infinite number of shikigami-Chapter 285 - 125. Chaos, the woman in the rubber suit, a crowd of fox demons with unclear intentions_2

Chapter 285: 125. Chaos, the woman in the rubber suit, a crowd of fox demons with unclear intentions_2

"Senior, let me show you Asuka’s special skill! Summoning, arise—"

Kasahara Asuka’s face showed a boastful smile as she turned the scroll’s illustrations towards the ordinary people.

"Hey, hey!" Hoshimi Rinko wished Fujiwara Reya could rush back right now to give this little brat a beating.

The next moment, an overwhelming light spilled out from the scroll Kasahara Asuka was holding, as if struck by a strong wind; the air currents danced instantly. The images printed on the scroll floated away from its surface, folding, sticking, overlapping, transforming into tangible entities in mid-air.

Vivid origami figures, each about one to three meters in size, took the shapes of low-ranking little monsters like Mountain Child, river sprites, broom spirits, and so on. They were full of energy, their expressions lifelike, as though they were real living monsters.

"Go, get them."

Kasahara Asuka waved her small hand.

More than fifty little monsters, all obediently following her command, landed from the air to the ground, carrying a child in one hand and a woman in the other, like a waist drum, running outward.

"You’re too reckless!" Hoshimi Rinko’s face didn’t look too good.

These monsters are real.

They are criminals imprisoned inside the magic artifact, used for participation in rescue operations that humans struggle to handle. The situation here is basically under control, and yet so many monsters are released— if they’re caught on video or photos, it will be hard to explain to the public...

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In the center of the conflict, the flames were still rolling. freeweɓnovēl.coɱ

One side was a woman dressed in a black rubber suit, while the other comprised more than ten bodyguards and a widow in mourning clothes they were protecting.

"Bang, bang, bang—"

Gunshots rang out as bullets kicked up dust from the ground; a bodyguard with a submachine gun sharply turned to wipe a scratch on his face. "Damn it!" he cursed as he raised his submachine gun, roaring as he wildly sprayed bullets at the pitch-black figure.

The woman’s body evaded all the bullets in mid-air with eerie dexterity.

As she pounced through the air, she exerted a sudden force with her hand, lifting the bodyguard into the air with her. As her body descended, she spun holding onto the bodyguard’s hand, then kicked him squarely on the back.

The two rushing forward were knocked down by their abruptly kicked companion.

Their bodies leaned back and rolled as they collided with a mess of objects, tearing their skin on sharp debris, with blood flowing out.

Gunshots continued to ring out, sparks flying, as the woman’s body darted between stalls.

Her speed was at its peak, to the extent that her body, wrapped in the black suit, seemed like an image distorted by radio interference—its outline blurred, her figure flickered, incredibly elusive and unpredictable.

The bodyguard in front was sent flying by her knee strike.

"Ah—"

As he flew backward, he crashed into two companions.

Three burly bodyguards resembling sandwich layers of salmon staggered back to evade, crashing into and knocking over a lantern holder. The flames burned, as they fell with a boom amidst the dim light.

"Kill her!"

A burst of bullets fired from close range, swiftly drawing a blood trail across the rubber-suited woman’s shoulder. A bodyguard wielding a katana approached, the cold blade forcing the woman to retreat temporarily to avoid it.

"Exorcism bullets and magic artifacts, they really aren’t sparing any expense..." the rubber-suited woman whispered.

"Stop right there!"

The bright light of a flashlight shone over, and from the collapsed stalls on the side by a flower bed, five or six guns aimed toward her, forming a semicircular surround.

"If you don’t want to die, raise your hands..."

"Surrender quickly..."

"No matter who you are, you won’t be allowed to act recklessly today..."

Amidst the jumbled voices, the rubber-suited woman caught a glimpse of Fujiwara Reya from the corner of her eye.

"...Why is he here too?"

She was stunned for a second or two.

Coming to her senses, she realized she must end this quickly.

Continuously dodging, suddenly, Fujiwara Reya saw the rubber-suited woman’s speed exploding, her black figure twisting eerily like a ghost. After a few flickers, a leg swiftly kicked upward.

The bodyguard holding the katana staggered backward, his face contorted with unbearable pain.

That was a groin kick... Fujiwara Reya instinctively covered his groin.

Not far off, another katana-armed bodyguard lunged forward, attempting to deter her. But the rubber-suited woman’s form advanced without retreat, as she caught up to the first sword-bearing bodyguard, her legs jumped, using his knee as leverage to leap back.

"Crack!"

The bodyguard’s kneecap shattered with a stomp.

With his supporting leg broken, twisting and deforming, in the moment the pain hit, the small hand wrapped in black suit tapped on his back.

"Boom—"

A ripple visible to the right eye vibrated through the air.

The second sword-wielding bodyguard, eager to save, swung his blade forcefully. However, the rubber-suited woman moved with lightning speed, twisting in the air with utmost agility.

Clap-clap-clap—

The woman’s soft palm struck rapidly through the air.

"Yah—" The katana-carrying bodyguard collapsed to the ground convulsing.

The slender silhouette of the rubber-suited woman continued charging toward the widow clad in a black mourning dress, protected by bodyguards.

The bodyguard standing in front of the mourning-clad widow grabbed a barbecue table and hurled it. The rubber-suited woman, in a hurry, couldn’t be bothered to dodge; she kicked it apart with a single hovering kick.

"Boom—"

Amidst flying wood chips, the woman had already reached the mourning-clad widow like a phantom.

At that moment, a figure darted forth, tracing a subtle arc amid the flames. Just as the rubber-suited woman reached out to grab the mourning-clad widow, a sudden sense of alarm made her turn her head to see Fujiwara Reya’s crystal-clear gaze.

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