My Avatar is Becoming the Ultimate BOSS Chapter 533 - 331: Osaka Battlefield, the Goth Girl’s Solo S

"A sharpshooter... are humans really capable of such feats?" Caron clapped her hands, looking down at a mutated Light-Eating Bee hit by an air bullet, plumting to the ground and stirring up a cloud of dust.

The screams and shouts of people rose and fell amidst the fog.

At this mont, Caron suddenly froze.

She snapped back to reality and looked up abruptly; the Gothic Puppet, Esther, had already disappeared from her view.

Not far away, Esther was treading on the wooden houses of the port, leaping into the brightly lit streets, crossing over electrical poles and billboards, then landing on the top of the glass curtain wall of a skyscraper.

The Gothic skirted girl bent her knees slightly, gathering strength at her toes, and in the next second, the entire building’s glass shattered. Using the powerful recoil, her figure was enveloped in a rain of glass flying backward as she shot straight forward.

At that mont, she was like a black umbrella swept away by a storm, the black hem of her Gothic skirt fluttering wildly in the wind, her entire being moving so fast that only afterimages remained!

In an instant, Esther’s figure had torn through the night sky and stepped into the Tenpo Mountain Ferris wheel.

But at the sa ti, Caron unfurled giant wings like bird feathers, while powder scattered from her wings. Her figure beca transparent, imdiately rging into the night and disappearing without a trace.

However, the Gothic skirted girl continued to shoot upwards along the carriages of the Ferris wheel.

She was like a nimble swallow, dancing through the night sky, piercing through the bright city lights, relentlessly pursuing the direction where Caron vanished, her black tail feathers swaying with the wind.

Esther couldn’t clearly see Caron’s form, but she could see a puppeteer line falling across the sky, connecting to a certain corner of the night sky.

She understood in her heart that the end of the line was where Caron was, so she relentlessly chased Caron’s silhouette.

anwhile, farther away at the port, Ke Qingzheng saw that Esther was taking things seriously and turned to face dozens of Light-Eating Bees flying in from the sightseeing boat.

He raised his hand, and air blades sliced through the air, roaring forward.

On the ground, a black chasm ripped open, extending straight ahead.

The port’s fence shattered in an instant upon impact, and after that, the unfortunate targets were the swarm of mutated giant bees swarming in from the sea.

The air blades slashed through them head-on, silently cutting open hideous ravines in their bodies!

So had their thin wings cut, so had their heads cleaved open, and blood gushed from the monsters like a flood, incessant, as if draining them for a day wouldn’t empty their tainted blood.

As the saying goes, "The great way is simple"—for Ke Qingzheng, manipulating air to form an invisible giant for battle or altering air composition to suffocate enemies was not as straightforward and satisfying as using a hand blade to unleash air blades.

Unlike others in the Rainbow Wings who developed their superpowers in all sorts of strange, flashy ways, Ke Qingzheng seed like a stubborn contrarian, intentionally going against the grain.

From the mont he ascended to the Catastrophe Level, he gave up on further diversifying his superpower’s uses.

Instead, he honed this simplest technique day after day, year after year, etching it repeatedly into muscle mory.

It was like a craftsman drawing on pure dedication, tirelessly polishing the sa rough sword blade day and night.

Every morning when he awoke, there was only one thought in his mind: to make his hand blade faster, more accurate, more ruthless!

With this goal, Ke Qingzheng would swing his hand blade at least ten thousand tis every day.

And after years of effort akin to a monk’s penance, he received shocking feedback in actual combat, demonstrating the effect of "one force conquering ten skills."

Now his air blades were released at a terrifying speed, approaching the speed of sound, making it ten tis harder to react than to a bullet.

This was a miracle, a miracle forged from endless practice.

Countless formidable foes, until now, had been unable to exploit their strengths before falling under Ke Qingzheng’s air blades, resulting in what could be described as exemplary.

So were bisected, so were halved from the middle, and they didn’t realize they were already dead until the mont their bodies split.

But at this very mont, Ke Qingzheng suddenly sensed sothing amiss.

Even though those Light-Eating Bees had been sliced to pieces and were in a deplorable state, the fragnted, mangled flesh had not given up flapping their wings and lunging towards him!

Simultaneously, their bodies began to redden, as if they were on fire, a dazzling and dangerous crimson light emitting from within their torn chests!

Flas shot skyward, and a massive explosion swept across half the port, forming a terrifying mushroom cloud in the atmosphere!

"Boom—!!!"

The screams of the crowd were drowned out by the deafening explosion, and red swallowed everything at the port, robbing even the sea and night of their color.

After a long while, the smoke enveloping the port gradually dissipated, and a voice erged from within.

"The Bee Prince’s superpower, even capable of creating suicide bombers from human corpses... Good thing the Bee Prince didn’t stay on the island, or they might have ended up in dire straits over there."

Two hundred ters away from the port, in a corner, Ke Qingzheng had wrapped himself within a completely isolated air barrier, and he looked at the surrounding surging flas, adjusting his glasses as he murmured to himself.

Just a second before, at the mont of the explosion, he manipulated the air to amplify the recoil from the explosion, carrying himself two hundred ters away.