Chapter 1283

Walking through the Academy City, he stared at the guild chat interface in his mind when Hitokiri Battō suddenly let out a cold laugh—though the laugh was strangely complex. Xiao Zhi: "I just remembered the story of how Hitokiri Battō got utterly humiliated by Kamijou Touma."

Hitokiri Battō: "......"

Hitokiri Battō's cold laugh cut off instantly, his face becoming expressionless.

His lips twitched slightly, wanting to say something—but Xiao Zhi had spoken the truth, leaving him no rebuttal.

Bai Jing Heizi: "Hahaha! The strongest, yet brutally beaten by the weakest—blood all over his face!"

No wonder Hitokiri Battō felt deeply affected by this scene."

Hitokiri Battō: "Bai Jing Heizi, if you're truly defiant and want to avenge those... deceased Misaka sisters, go fight in the virtual battlefield! I'll give you your chance at revenge."

Bai Jing Heizi: "Wait until I advance one level beyond a Level 5—until I reach your same tier."

Then I'll challenge you!"

Bai Jing Heizi was in class, her gaze flickering slightly.

She silently clenched her fists—she truly needed to settle things with Hitokiri Battō.

Of course, the precondition for battle was that both sides must be at least on the same level.

Bai Jing Heizi didn't mind losing more than winning against Hitokiri Battō.

What she minded was seeing not the slightest hope of defeating him.

She wouldn't fight a battle she was certain to lose.

Hitokiri Battō: "Fine. I'll wait for you."

Su Xiao Xiao: "Now that the challenge is set, let's get back to the livestream."

Su Han's eyebrows twitched slightly—he suddenly sensed a terrifying energy surge far away.

Not 1.

4 had to look up toward the distance.

"Eight Gates Release! Eighth Gate, Gate of Death—Open—Night Guy!"

With Yamada Ichirō's low roar, a terrifying energy surge erupted abruptly.

Yamada Ichirō's entire body erupted in crimson qi waves.

Terrifying light exploded outward.

Blood oozed from every pore of his skin, turning him into something like a scalded lobster.

Yet despite this horrifying appearance, Yamada Ichirō now radiated an overwhelming, suffocating power.

Bofengshui Sect stared at the scene without expression, sighing softly, "Night Guy... It's rare—truly rare—that this stirs my blood."

He spun his palm, and blazing light gathered rapidly within it, coalescing into a Rasengan—then a piercing, shrill whistle erupted: the Rasengan Shuriken Technique.

Bofengshui Sect's voice remained calm, "Wind Release."

"Ultra-Big Ball Rasengan Shuriken! Modified!"