The villainous second young lady becomes a god in a bizarre Tokyo.

It looks like a violent collision is about to occur!

However, no loud impact was heard afterwards.

But...

“Puff——————!”

A snow-white, gleaming silver blade emerged from the black giant's fist and pierced through the false Susanoo's right fist.

next moment.

Large amounts of golden blood were spilled on the ground.

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Chapter 162: Summer Flower Painting Turns into a Villain

The classic image of the old Yin-bi from the summer straight vein is perfectly displayed on the summer flower painting!

As a woman, she used it even more skillfully than Natsumi Genryu and Natsumi Taiko.

In fact, before Natsumi Hanae put on the black giant's shell, she already had this plan in mind.

Otherwise, she wouldn't have bothered with this.

You could easily summon those two adorable little creatures, Hidden Hook Star, to gang up on the fake Susanoo.

Moreover, an ordinary sword blade would certainly not be able to pierce the right arm of the fake Susanoo, or even cause any injury.

To inflict serious injury on the opponent, only a divine weapon can do so.

The only magical weapon that Summer Flower Painting possesses is the umbrella sword.

However, the appearance of a divine artifact is often accompanied by the surge of power and overwhelming might, which often attracts attention and makes opponents take precautions.

However, within the black giant's body, which was composed entirely of energy, the power emanating from the umbrella sword was completely suppressed.

All these behaviors combined

That is the reason why the false Susanoo is now severely injured.

His voice boomed like a thunderclap as he roared, his eyes wide with fury, and the thunder in the sky twisted and thrashed even more violently.

"You—!!!"

"You actually—!!"

The rough voice annoyed Natsumi Hanae, so she twisted her right hand inside the black giant's body three hundred and sixty degrees to the right.

"Aa ...

The fake Susanoo let out a frantic scream.

In an instant, large chunks of flesh and blood fell out and flowed onto the ground.

To Natsumi Hanae, this scream was far more pleasant than the previous angry shouts, and a charming yet cruel smile appeared on her cherry lips.

However, all Summer Flower Painting can say is that the other party's thinking is indeed flawed.

Otherwise, Susanoo, as the deity of the Summer Straight Stream, would probably be the expert among experts in the use of the old Yin-bi technique, which is inherited from the Summer Straight Stream lineage.

However, the fake Susanoo in front of him was almost just a reckless brute who had completely lost the ability to use strategy and intelligence in battle.

Although her direct combat strength is stronger than the pseudo-Susanoo inside Natsumi Genryu's body, she is much easier to deal with.

Summer Flower, however, was relentless. She gripped her umbrella sword tightly, preparing to make a horizontal cut, intending to slice right through her right arm.

However, although the pseudo-Susanoo's thinking was limited, he was not stupid.

He understood deeply that if things continued this way, he would easily be manipulated by Natsumi Hanae, and he would continue to suffer injuries.

Thinking of this, a fierce glint appeared in his eyes.

Countless surging, dazzling golden lightning bolts evaporated drop by drop of golden blood, and powerful arcs of lightning erupted wildly on his right arm with terrifying force.

Then, disregarding everything, Thunder rushed along the right arm towards the black giant in Summer Flower Painting.

And it spread into the umbrella sword.

Xia Rihua frowned slightly, sheathed her umbrella sword, and retreated abruptly.

The fake Susanoo's attack, which burned divine blood, was clearly a move that would kill eight hundred enemies while injuring a thousand of his own. She wasn't that foolish.

Knowing full well that the opponent was charging up for a powerful attack, they still stood right in front of him.

Just now, my old trickery and lack of martial ethics had pierced through the opponent's right arm, hitting a vital spot precisely, just like stabbing an ordinary person's heart.

Of course, the pseudo-Susanoo is no ordinary person; his power level has definitely reached the level of a god.

Therefore, His divinity is now being consumed at an alarming rate to fill this fatal wound.

It's important to understand that this so-called penetrating wound is not just a penetrating wound. Every attack by Natsume Hanae releases her own fire, impurities, and divinity to corrupt her opponent.

The same applies to the umbrella sword.

These things will cause great trouble for the fake Susanoo.

Meanwhile, the vast divinity of the pseudo-Susanoo is rapidly diminishing, and it will likely be completely exhausted within a few hours.

Then, Summer Flower Painting will be able to taste the fruits of victory.

A head-on confrontation is truly the worst possible strategy.

Of course, Natsume knew this, and as the pseudo-Susanoo, the god in question, he naturally knew even more clearly about his own physical condition.

Although his thinking was limited, he now understood it deeply.

The newly ascended deity before him, though a lowly woman, possessed a complex array of powers, a vast divine nature, and even several forces that exerted a slight restraint on him.

We must never allow the other party to fully mature.

If the original body needs to remain asleep for another hundred years or so, the woman in front of him might fully mature by then, causing great damage to the original body.

After all, the opponent is clearly fighting against me. If it is so unwilling to let go of me, who is its right arm, it will definitely become an enemy of my main body as well.

Even if I am severely injured and my divinity is greatly depleted, I must not let the opponent go easily!

At the very least, the newly ascended deity should be severely injured, reducing its strength and buying time for the main body.

There aren't many hidden agendas.

This is the limit that Pseudo-Susanoo could conceive of.

For this, He was willing to drain the entirety of this right arm!

"Divine punishment—!!!"

The false Susanoo roared fiercely towards the sky, and then his entire body began to undergo earth-shattering changes.

This thunderstorm did not erupt outwards, but rather inwards.

They strengthened this body without regard for the consequences.

From the inside out, His body suddenly trembled, followed by an increasingly rapid and resounding heartbeat.

"Splash! Splash! Splash! Splash! Splash! Splash—!"

It was as if a machine was running at high speed, with a roar that echoed through the sky.

Golden blood and flesh from his right arm covered the previously constructed Thunder Heart, then surged from the heart throughout his body, resembling the body of a true god.

For a brief moment, the entire body, constructed from lightning elements, seemed to truly come alive, transforming into the body of the real Susanoo.

Suddenly, pupils appeared in the eyes of the pseudo-Susanoo, which were originally pure and golden. A blood-red color swirled within those pupils, filling them with ferocity.

At the same time, the muscles in his body were constantly expanding.

Puff it up! Puff it up! Puff it up again!

The extreme heat from the lightning bolts gradually condensed, causing the surrounding air to scorch and distort.

His size increased further, and crimson lightning bolts, like pythons, flowed and twisted beneath his flesh, appearing terrifying. Steaming white heat and leaping electric arcs permeated the air through his body.

In an instant, an extremely violent and brutal aura descended upon this area.

"Kill...you!"

In the blood-red pupils of the fake Susanoo, a deeply hidden, tyrannical crimson glint flashed and disappeared.

Like an erupting volcano! Like a devastating earthquake!

With each step he took, the ground beneath the feet of the pseudo-Susanoo instantly collapsed, sinking deep into the earth. Behind him, the ground erupted with continuous, deafening cracks and began to churn violently, each movement a miniature earthquake.

And the speed brought about by this terrifying burst of power is even more astonishing!

The air around the fake Susanoo produced a muffled, explosive sound, and he was propelled by this airflow.

In the blink of an eye, He appeared before Summer Flower Painting.

At this moment, the power in his right fist reached its peak, erupting with dazzling lightning.

Summer Flower Painting: "?!"

Summer Flower was slightly startled. This speed, almost like teleportation, and the all-out attack caught even her off guard.