The humans over there hurriedly opened fire first, unleashing a barrage of bullets at the purple Shield, but even the large-caliber machine guns couldn’t penetrate it.
Then they tried using anti-tank cannons, but still failed to blow open the Shield.
They even brought out cutting machines, trying to slice the Shield open.
Very creative, and honestly, kind of cute.
The magical girls paid no attention to what was happening outside, focusing all their attention on staying alert against that Guangtou Yimo.
The shortest among them, Yinlin, was so small that she only reached the enemy’s waist—like the height difference between an adult and an elementary schooler.
Guangtou Yimo walked over slowly, arms crossed.
Huanhong took the initiative, making a quick charge-up in a blind spot before hurling her staff.
Seeing her staff was less than half a meter from Guangtou Yimo, Huanhong already started celebrating, flashing a victory sign.
In the next instant, Guangtou Yimo vanished, leaving only a black afterimage behind.
He reappeared two meters away, still walking slowly with his arms crossed.
Huanhong’s staff hit nothing but air and clattered to the ground.
No doubt about it—this Guangtou Yimo was the same afterimage that appeared a few days ago, codename: Lightning Man.
Jinluan began retreating toward Yinlin. Seeing this, Huanhong grabbed her weapon and moved to join them.
Lightning Man’s attention was almost entirely on Yinlin, not even glancing at the other magical girls.
When he was about twenty meters away, Lightning Man stopped.
For him, that distance could be crossed in the blink of an eye.
Jinluan was extremely nervous.
She stood in front of Yinlin, blocking her, but didn’t dare start charging up—afraid that doing so would provoke Lightning Man’s attack.
Huanhong also drew closer, forming a tight trio.
Lightning Man looked at Yinlin and said, “Hey hey hey, hey hey hey hey.”
Huh?
Yinlin said, “I don’t understand. Speak Mandarin.”
Lightning Man pointed at Yinlin and continued, “Hey hey hey hey…”
Jinluan elbowed Huanhong: “Translate for us.”
Huanhong replied, “I’m not an Yimo, how would I know what he’s saying? I don’t understand a word.”
No one knew what Lightning Man was saying, but he nodded in satisfaction and said again, “Hey hey hey hey hey!”
He even gave a thumbs up.
Yinlin tried to translate: “Maybe he’s saying, ‘Yinlin, you are the strongest magical girl in the world. It’s an honor to fight you. I present you with the highest glory of the Yimo,’ and that’s why he’s giving a thumbs up.”
Jinluan: “There’s no way that’s what he means. Stop making things up.”
Suddenly, the Yimo made a wiping-his-head gesture, looking extremely arrogant.
Huanhong said, “Oh snap, now I get it—he wants to kill Li.”
Yinlin also shouted, “Why do you want to kill me? We don’t have any grudges, right? Besides, you were the one who stole my stuff. I haven’t even gotten mad yet—why are you trying to kill me?”
But Lightning Man crouched down, ready to charge, muttering a few more “hey hey hey”s. Who knows what he was hey-ing about.
Yinlin quickly aimed both her staves at her feet, ready to fire if he dared approach.
Sure enough, Lightning Man hesitated and didn’t charge, standing up straight again.
He kept “hey hey hey”-ing, looking quite angry.
Huanhong said, “He says Li is too despicable, playing like this isn’t in the Olympic Spirit.”
Lightning Man continued his “hey hey hey”, pointing at Jinluan, then drawing a line across his finger.
He pointed at Huanhong, then drew a line across his finger.
Finally, he pointed at Yinlin.
Huanhong translated, “He’s saying, ‘If you have guts, fight one-on-one. Also, don’t use that move. He’s asking if Li dares.'”
Yinlin: “But that’s the only move I know! If I don’t use it, what am I supposed to do?”
Outside the Shield, the Human Alliance was still trying to cut through, trying to open it up. One squad was even digging, hoping to tunnel underneath and see if they could get in.
Liang Tai was livestreaming, continuing to narrate for the viewers.
“This is a cadre-level Yimo. We’ve seen it before. They’re communicating about something. This Yimo is intelligent—a sapient being.”
“It doesn’t dare attack, and it probably can’t escape the Shield either. If Yinlin fires her cannon, everyone inside will die. Looks like even the Guangtou Yimo is afraid of that.”
At that moment, Lightning Man seemed to lose his patience and crouched down again.
All three magical girls tensed up.
Each of them cast Shields or boosted their defenses.
In the next instant, Lightning Man’s figure vanished. At the same time, Huanhong’s body was sent flying, launched toward the back and crashing into the purple Shield.
In that split second, she took a punch—her chest caved in, ribs breaking.
Jinluan also disappeared instantly, reappearing more than ten meters away.
Lightning Man’s afterimage appeared by Jinluan; Jinluan vanished again, reappearing a dozen meters away.
For the next few seconds, no one could see any figures—only black afterimages remained.
Sparks from metal collisions appeared all over—sometimes on the ground, sometimes on support columns, sometimes even in midair.
No one could track Lightning Man or Jinluan’s movements.
Too fast—unbelievably fast.
Lightning Man relied on pure speed, leaving deep footprints and cracks in the ground and even splitting the walls.
Jinluan definitely wasn’t running; she left no marks on the ground, needed no brakes, and could accelerate instantly with almost no warning.
In less than ten seconds of fighting, Jinluan lost—her head was slammed by Lightning Man into a support pillar.
Blood covered her head, and her hands hung limply. She seemed to have lost consciousness.
“Yin, fire!” Diamond urged.
“No, now’s not the right time.” If she fired, everyone else would die too.
In the end, Yinlin’s heart softened.
But Lightning Man didn’t give her much time to think. In less than half a second, he crossed dozens of meters and stopped in front of her, even pausing to charge up.
A nearly one-second charge-up—no joke. For a normal person, that would be like charging up for more than ten seconds.
Yinlin didn’t have time to dodge and took a punch head-on, her body sent flying backward.
The punch caused a sonic boom, the ground cracking open in a fan shape, creating a one-meter-deep trench. The shockwave from the punch tore up the surface.
It was just like Saitama-sensei’s split punch.
Even the nearby support columns, several meters away, were cracked.
As for Yinlin, this was the second time she’d had her defenses broken by a single move.
Her magical Shield shattered, and the remaining force of the punch struck her abdomen.
Her stomach caved in deeply as she flew backward, slamming hard into the purple Shield.
At that moment, she felt something.
The punch to her abdomen—right to her gut—made her experience the agony of constipation that suddenly, inexplicably, turns into the relief of diarrhea.
A mouthful of blood sprayed from her lips.
All the magic she’d been building up leaked away, just like a sudden bout of diarrhea.