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A slender hand clutching a Chinese-style ring-head knife emerged from beneath the ruins, effortlessly tossing away tons of concrete slabs as if shoving aside building blocks.

The woman, with her long black hair imbued with oriental charm and dressed in armor, or rather, Hua Mulan transformed from the princess doll, leapt out of the wreckage with an agile figure. She surveyed her surroundings with a cold gaze, locking onto Andre, the closest to her.

She slowly bent her knees, tensing the muscles in her thighs as if compressing them, and then explosively released them.

So fast.

Even with the vision of a Transcendent, one could barely see more than a shadow diving down like an arrow. Andre was sent flying more than ten steps, his feet skidding on the curb steps before he could stop his backward momentum.

He crossed his straight swords over his head, his blades tightly catching Hua Mulan’s ring-head knife. His forehead’s veins bulged as he resisted the kinetic energy of the knife’s downward slash with all his strength.

Without any expression, Hua Mulan maintained her oppressive hold with her right hand that wielded the knife. She took a half step forward, her left hand transforming into a blade and thrusting straight into Andre’s right shoulder.

The sluggish palm-blade, bolstered with brute force, pierced through the bulletproof vest hidden beneath Andre’s priestly robe, delicately pinching the bone and carelessly tearing.

Shrrp.

Andre’s entire right arm was torn off at the shoulder, with blood wildly spurting out, yet there was no sign of dizziness or pain on his face. Instead, he laughed maniacally, facing his bleeding shoulder towards Hua Mulan.

"Whoever sheds human blood, by humans shall their blood be shed, for in the image of God has God made mankind, even so, I will demand an accounting for each person’s life from their fellow human!"