Chapter 382: CLAP!
The red-skinned lady tilted her head to the side, staring intently at Antonio’s fading fiery wake, then turned her focus back to Hayatobi. Her crimson skin seemed to unnaturally absorb the ambient light of the burning city around them.
"Negotiate? Aren’t you just buying time?" She asked, casually spinning her delicate, silk-spun umbrella. The weapon was deceptive, humming with a dark, inverted energy that distorted the air around its edges.
Hayatobi maintained his resolute stance, his aura acting as the heavy anchor for the entire defensive line.
"I just want to know why you attacked Galaxy City, and also what are you after. If you tell me, I might help, and we won’t have to keep on fighting." He explained, his voice projecting a calm diplomatic authority he didn’t truly feel in the face of this anomaly.
Carolina smirked at him, a chilling expression that bared razor-sharp teeth. "We need all your youngsters, bring their heads to me, and we will step back." She said, her words dropping like an executioner’s blade, stunning absolutely everyone present.
’They are after the new generation... But why?’ Mariana thought, her mind racing. The students were the foundational future of the three empires; wiping them out meant total continental collapse within a few decades. Her elegant hand naturally rested on the vibrating strings of her golden guzheng, ready to instantly convert musical notes into lethal sonic blades to attack or defend.
"You must be joking! How dare you ask such a thing?!" Hayatobi snapped. As his fury peaked, his silver eyes turned completely blank white, as little luminescent stars appeared floating within his irises, indicating the full, unrestricted activation of his Soul Eyes.
"Okay, it seems we can’t come to an agreement." Carolina lowered her umbrella. While it was still fully opened, she faced the delicate canopy directly towards the Master Teachers and spun the handle violently.
BOOOOM!!
A localized, hyper-compressed tornado shot out from the spinning umbrella, tearing up the thick asphalt and moving towards Hayatobi with insane speed and destructive wind-shear power.
"Don’t underestimate us!!!"
Hayatobi yelled, planting his heavy boots firmly into the ground as his soul eyes spun violently, locking onto the exact rotational frequency of the storm: