He rose to his feet and continued to spread his shield.
Both sides fell into a brief stalemate, neither able to gain the upper hand.
Lightningman was worried about Jinluan’s charged strike, and also wary of Yinlin’s charging.
Yinlin, in turn, feared Lightningman’s sudden charge to ride her face.
Buying time was good—Yinlin was genuinely charging power, growing stronger with every passing second.
In the distance, the Human Alliance was also watching the duel and making some arrangements.
Watching the scene, several experts whispered to each other, shaking their heads.
“If our speculation is correct, Lightningman will soon receive instructions and likely use ranged attacks, possibly throwing objects like parked cars, trash cans, or streetlight poles.”
The experts made their predictions.
The video feed was zoomed in, confirming that Lightningman had new earphones stuffed in his ears.
Since Lightningman hadn’t spoken, he must be receiving information.
Sure enough, just seven or eight seconds later, Lightningman started looking around.
He grabbed a parked car with ease, lifted it up, and began aiming.
Even without Jinluan’s urging, Yinlin immediately fled, and Jinluan also canceled her charge and started running.
They still had no good way to deal with ranged projectile attacks and were quite afraid of them.
Seeing them run, Lightningman still tried to throw the car.
Suddenly, gunshots rang out from afar.
Large armor-piercing bullets struck Lightningman’s sci-fi armor on his back, leaving only tiny scratches. The bullets didn’t manage to harm him.
More gunfire followed, but none hit their mark.
Lightningman started moving at high speed and threw the car, hitting Yinlin, who had fled tens of meters high into the air.
The car smashed through her and her shield, breaking tempered glass and crashing into an office building.
The attack wasn’t very powerful—just a very annoying tactic.
That guy was targeting Yinlin alone, mercilessly.
Outside, more changes occurred—thick fog appeared.
The Human Alliance still showed some conscience, deploying tactical equipment.
Stun grenades and smoke bombs went off together, buying time for the magical girls.
Seeing this, Yinlin and Jinluan hurriedly flew out of the office building, continuing to ascend.
Dust and smoke rolled below, obscuring what was happening on the ground.
This favorable situation lasted only a few seconds before that guy came again.
Even though Yinlin hadn’t seen the enemy, she dodged midair; she had her reasons.
Lightningman probably hadn’t discovered some of Yinlin’s small traits yet.
Yinlin’s sensitivity to magic was exceptional—too high.
When Lightningman used his extraordinary speed, it consumed magic.
At those moments, the magic radiating from this mutated demon fluctuated slightly—a tiny ripple most people wouldn’t detect.
But Yinlin could catch those subtle waves.
This gave her a slight early warning of Lightningman’s impending attacks, allowing a tiny bit of preemptive dodging.
This helped a little this time as well.
Lightningman dashed up the outer wall of the office building, still using his familiar big jump, trying to knock Yinlin from the air down to the ground.
But as he leapt, he noticed Yinlin had spun her body, causing a slight deviation in his flying attack trajectory, preventing him from landing a perfect punch.
At the same time, Jinluan made a very bold move—she flew over and stood directly between Yinlin and Lightningman, acting as a human shield.
Lightningman was merciless.
He threw a punch, hitting Jinluan squarely in the chest, easily breaking through her shield and denting her chest inward.
Her body flew backward, colliding with Yinlin, and the two flew dozens of meters together.
This time, they didn’t hit the ground.
Yinlin grabbed Jinluan’s body and continued ascending to a safer location where there were no tall buildings around.
Lightningman could no longer run up walls to leap at them midair.
Jinluan coughed up a mouthful of blood, a large patch of her clothes stained red.
She’d suffered a moderate injury, reducing her combat ability—a bad sign.
They continued flying, quickly approaching the convention center.
Lightningman moved rapidly on the ground, occasionally snapping off streetlight poles and using them as javelins.
His hit rate was 90%, piercing Yinlin’s shield three times at over two hundred meters high, breaking one shield.
That thing was crazy.
No wonder he was a cadre-level mutated demon—his suppressive power was terrifying.
If that guy could fly, they wouldn’t know how to fight him at all; he’d crush them from almost every angle.
When they were still a kilometer from the convention center, the most shocking scene for Yinlin happened—truly, Dragon Ball had not lied to her.
By now, Jinluan had recovered somewhat and could fly on her own.
Yinlin focused on charging and dodging Lightningman’s projectiles.
Then, suddenly, when Lightningman threw a streetlight pole, he explosively released a surge of magic and began sprinting.
He caught up to the thrown streetlight pole and jumped onto it.
Using the pole, he flew up rapidly, closing in on Yinlin in midair.
What the hell was this?
He was flying on his own thrown javelin?
The Human Alliance experts were stunned by Lightningman’s move.
Could a human really do this? Well, he wasn’t human after all.
No matter how many books the experts read in decades, they couldn’t have imagined such a fighting method.
When the streetlight pole reached high altitude, less than 30 meters from Yinlin, Lightningman sprang into action—sprinting and jumping again off the pole.
This time, Jinluan didn’t block with her body.
Her shield was too weak; if she tried to block, she might die.
So she simply swung her sword horizontally.
Lightningman caught the blade again—just a surface scratch.
Jinluan couldn’t penetrate his armor.
Yinlin took another punch from Lightningman’s sprinting, launching her brutally from the sky to the ground, breaking her shield again and inflicting light injuries, including muscle strains.
The ground was smashed into a three-meter-wide crater.
She landed and reentered Lightningman’s attack range.
But Lightningman didn’t attack immediately.
Somehow, he kept shaking his head, then took out his earphones and threw them to the ground.
“Good! Effective.”
Watching the drone footage, the middle-aged man from the Human Alliance saw Lightningman discard his earphones.
The experts couldn’t help but applaud and cheer: “The interference devices are working.”
The reason they had instructed Yinlin and the others to fire at the convention center, besides its large area and safety, was another.
There was a simple trap laid there.
Yinlin got up from the ground and suddenly noticed many flat metal strips forming a large grid on the nearby ground.
The area was large and freshly laid.
It didn’t look like construction debris—more like a deliberate setup.
At once, Yinlin understood.
She raised her shield and deliberately flew toward the section of ground covered with the metal grid.