Inside the bar, the Ghost Face Gang mbers wearing their eerie masks ford a dense black mass, slowly encircling the twenty or so mbers of the Z-group on stage. The overlapping shadows seed to swallow much of the light, creating a suffocating and oppressive atmosphere.
Many of the Z-group mbers started to feel uneasy. Besides a few elite fighters, most of them were forr peripheral mbers with average strength. Even with the power of the Connection, they struggled to compete against such overwhelming numbers.
Seeing the trapped individuals shrink back, no longer as brazen as before, the masked leader in the suit burst into boisterous laughter.
"Oh? You're scared now? With all that bluster earlier, I thought you were sothing special!"
"Relax, relax. I might not have the best temper, but I do have a kind heart. If each of you kneels and apologizes sincerely, I might just let you go."
"Oh, and especially you, Alanna. How about you stay tonight, sing a few songs for us, and keep everyone company? What do you think?" As he spoke, his lustful gaze lingered on the girl in the center of the stage.
In the past, he wouldn't have dared offend a major celebrity like her. But since she had delivered herself to them, there was no way he'd let her go.
Faced with this situation, Gen furrowed his brow, Suoga gripped his bat tightly, releasing and gripping it again to avoid sweating and losing his hold. The rest were equally tense. Alanna, however, remained calm and composed.
"If I'm bold enough to co here, I'm not afraid of you." She placed the guitar she had been strumming down and raised her hand.
Pale flas ignited from her palm, then spread across her body. Her hair instantly turned snow-white, and her pink-purple eyes shimred with elusive brilliance, her expression undergoing a gradual transformation, as though she were morphing from one person into another.
"It's… you?"
Seeing her transformation, the Ghost Face Gang mbers seed to recall sothing. Half a year ago, they'd faced a similar scene while pursuing soone.
"No good! Attack! Take her down!" Realizing the danger, the suited man hastily barked orders.
"Hah!"
"Charge!"
The gang mbers rushed forward, wielding various weapons and hurling them at the Z-group mbers blocking their path. By this point, Alanna had finished her transformation. Her eyes burned with the sa pale flas as her palms. She opened her mouth, and an invisible cry spread out in rippling waves. Even though it didn't target the Z-group mbers directly, they still felt a black haze cloud their vision, a deep grogginess washing over them, making it nearly impossible to remain standing. The attacking Ghost Face Gang mbers fared far worse, stumbling and swaying before collapsing to the ground. Many lost consciousness instantly, their minds echoing with strange white noise, their awareness blank.
Withering Secret Art: Lanting Howl
Living beings affected by this secret technique suffered violent shocks to their soul consciousness. Those less affected might experience dizziness, nausea, and coma, while weaker creatures like rabbits or mice could suffer instant consciousness collapse and brain death.
Ten seconds later, "Alanna" completed her Mystic Art. Over ninety percent of the Ghost Face Gang mbers were incapacitated; only seven or eight barely managed to remain standing, their minds scrambled and chaotic.
"You bitch!"
One burly man supported himself against a nearby railing, raising his wrist. A bracelet on his wrist unleashed a black-red ring-shaped projection, solidifying instantly and hurtling toward Alanna.
A muffled grunt resounded from the stage as Alanna tried to block the blow. Nonetheless, the impact knocked her backward onto the sound system, causing the blazing pale flas enveloping her to dim significantly.
She had borrowed Sen's strength just monts ago, leaving his Connection weak. Continuing in this state wasn't ideal. Understanding this, Alanna willingly extinguished the flas in her eyes. When the few remaining Ghost Face Gang mbers breathed sighs of relief, assuming she was spent, a surge of green light appeared in her gaze.
It was the power of the Natural Sequence. Evidently, Alanna had switched to strength from another Connector.
Natural Mystic Art: Power of the Jade
She picked up a fallen bat from the ground. As her magic power infused it, the bat beca increasingly transparent, resembling jade or erald, glowing faintly.
Suddenly, Alanna darted forward, her figure a phantom streak heading straight for the remaining Ghost Face Gang mbers who hadn't fallen.
"Damn it!"
The group frantically raised their wrists, summoning black-red circular projections that condensed and fired at her in rapid succession, hoping to repel the incoming figure.
Alanna moved with unmatched agility, effortlessly navigating around fallen mbers sprawled across the floor. Confronting the flying black-red rings, she dodged one gracefully before gripping the bat with both hands and swinging it like a hamr. She struck another ring, shattering it instantly as fragnts scattered in all directions.
Breaking through their defenses, she closed the gap quickly, swinging her bat horizontally. It connected with one opponent, sending him flying through various debris and furniture. Rolling across the ground several tis, he skidded to an eventual stop several ters away.
"What the hell? How is her strength suddenly this overwhelming?"
A few of them gawked in shock, but there was no ti for discussion.
Still recovering from the effects of Lanting Howl, their status remained poor. Now faced with Alanna in her Connection state, fierce and powerful, they were caught off guard and at a severe disadvantage. Even attempting to resist her strikes proved futile, as the young woman dispatched them with ease. One by one, they were sent flying into the bar's walls, their bones fractured, coughing blood, unable to stand.
Within monts, five n had fallen consecutively. Only three skilled mbers of the Ghost Face Gang remained upright in the room, though they too bore multiple injuries, their bodies beaten and bruised.
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