The night wind howled, whipping up scattered napkins and wine glass fragments on the rooftop.

The people in the banquet hall evacuated in an orderly manner under the protection of the guards.

The screams and cries gradually faded away, leaving only a mess all over the ground.

Madam Kaori squeezed out of the crowd with a pale face.

She looked around, searching anxiously, and visibly breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that familiar figure in the corner.

She walked quickly over to Mr. Matsutake, who was disguised by Insect Emperor Caesar.

"It is so dangerous here, why are you still not leaving?"

Although Madam Kaori was speaking words of blame, her pretty eyes were filled with undisguised care.

Zhou Huai understood in his heart.

It seemed that the relationship between Matsutake Gen and Madam Kaori was not just a simple physical comfort.

Perhaps there was indeed some true sincerity in it.

Madam Kaori did not give him a chance to answer, reaching out her soft hand to grab his arm.

"Hurry, come downstairs with me."

"This is not a place where we should stay."

Zhou Huai furrowed his brow imperceptibly.

Are you kidding.

Two top-tier SS-Level bigshots were about to fight, and such a divine battle scene was a once-in-a-thousand-years opportunity.

This was an excellent opportunity for him to most intuitively understand the top combat power of this world.

How could he possibly leave easily.

Zhou Huai's gaze fell on Madam Kaori's pretty face, which was filled with worry.

He casually raised his hand and snapped his fingers.

The crisp sound was barely audible in the chaotic environment.

Madam Kaori's body trembled violently.

The concerned look in her eyes instantly faded, turning hollow and blank.

The hand gripping Zhou Huai's arm loosened powerlessly.

She turned around like a soulless puppet, silently following the evacuating crowd and walking downstairs.

Although this woman was also a Classer, her Level was not high.

She was very easy to control.

Having resolved this small trouble, Zhou Huai once again focused all his mind and soul on the two opposing bigshots in the arena.

On Soma Kosuke's wrinkled face, the last trace of filial affection and admiration for his mentor had also dissipated.

What remained was only cold determination.

He said no more.

With a backhand motion, he pulled out a quaint scroll from the wide sleeves of his kimono.

The scroll was made of unknown animal skin, its edges severely worn, exuding an aged ink fragrance and an aura precipitated by time.

With a flick of his wrist.

"Whoosh!"

The scroll unfolded in response.

There were no landscapes or figures on the painting, only a piece of Chaos-like thick ink that seemed capable of swallowing all light.

The next second.

Soma Kosuke bit his fingertips, and a drop of crimson blood dripped onto the scroll.

The moment the blood touched the ink color, it was like boiling oil entering water, and the entire scroll boiled violently!

The thick ink on the scroll seemed to come alive.

They twisted and rolled, transforming into countless black tentacles that surged crazily from the scroll, interweaving and condensing in mid-air.

A breathtakingly massive silhouette was taking shape at a speed visible to the naked eye!

"Roar——!"

An inhuman roar erupted from that writhing mass of ink.

The sound wave turned into a substantive shock, blowing away all the surrounding debris of tables and chairs!

In the corner, Zhou Huai narrowed his eyes.

He could clearly feel that a terrifying pressure far exceeding those previous Shikigami was climbing crazily.

In just a few breaths of time.

A giant Shikigami over ten meters tall completely presented itself before everyone's eyes.

The Shikigami's entire body was composed of flowing thick ink, and its figure closely resembled an upright evil ghost.

It had dual horns on its head and a ferocious expression. A pair of scarlet eyes appeared particularly eye-catching on its black body, burning with the flames of tyranny and destruction.

Its limbs were thick and powerful, its ten fingers were sharp claws flashing with cold light, and a long tail covered with barbs dragged behind it.

Most heart-palpitating was the position of its chest.

There was no heart there, only a constantly rotating vortex composed of ink runes.

Every rotation seemed to be extracting the energy of this world.

"Giant God of Ink..."

At the other end of the rooftop, Wada Hirayama, who had been watching from the sidelines, muttered to himself.

"This old fellow has actually even brought out his trump card."

Qin Ze, standing at the very front, still had that breezy and light look on his face.

He even had the leisure to raise his head, sizing up with great interest this behemoth radiating an aura of destruction in front of him.

He nodded, as if reviewing a piece of art.

"Not bad."

"Soma Kosuke, I haven't seen you in these years, and your painting skills have become increasingly refined."

His voice was gentle, without the slightest trace of worldly aura.

"This Shikigami, whether in form or intent, has already touched that trace of the 'real' threshold."

"Given time, you might really be able to draw a living creature with an independent Divine Soul."

However, the next moment his words turned.

"What a pity."

"If you only use this crude way to fight, you aren't worthy of the profession of a spiritual painter."

Soma Kosuke couldn't be bothered to talk nonsense with him.

The paintbrush in his hand pointed from afar.

"Kill him."

The two cold words were like a death sentence.

That Giant God of Ink over ten meters tall moved.

Its scarlet eyes instantly locked onto Kujo Koji, and its massive body carried the momentum of ten thousand jun, suddenly launching a charge!

Every step it took down caused the entire rooftop to tremble violently.

Gravel splashed and the floor cracked.

That destructive oppressive feeling made even the air thick.

But Kujo Koji didn't even lift his eyelids.

He merely let out a cold snort, his figure drifting backward with a free-and-easy posture.

Qin Ze stood in place without moving a fraction.

Looking at the ink-colored giant fist pressing down like a mountain, his face still maintained that breezy and light expression.

The giant fist, wrapped in a piercing whistle that tore through the air, fiercely smashed down!

Boom——!

A deafening loud sound.

The entire hotel building shook violently because of it.

At the spot where Qin Ze originally stood, the marble floor along with the reinforced concrete structure below was forcibly blasted into a giant pit several meters in diameter.

Smoke and dust filled the air, and gravel scattered like raindrops.

The crowd downstairs was so frightened by the sudden huge shock into soul scattered and spirit dissipated.

They looked up in panic, their faces full of shock.

"Good heavens! The rooftop... The rooftop collapsed!"

"What happened? Is there an earthquake?"

Someone had sharp eyes and quickly saw the ink-colored Giant God standing atop the rooftop ruins.

That ferocious posture and tyrannical aura were like a Demon King crawling out of Hell.

"That... Is that not Lord Soma Kosuke's Shikigami painting?"

"Who is it? Who is battling this lord?"

The smoke and dust slowly dispersed.

A white figure quietly suspended in mid-air.

His clothes fluttered, unblemished by a single speck of dust.

That punch just now, which was enough to split mountains and shatter rocks, hadn't even touched the corner of his clothes.

An unbelievable exclamation erupted from the crowd.

"He... He actually dodged it!"

"Who is he? Who is that young man wearing a white kimono?"

On the rooftop, the Giant God of Ink let out an angry roar.

Its scarlet eyes locked tightly onto Qin Ze, and its other arm swept across like black lightning.

Qin Ze's figure traced an graceful arc in mid-air, easily avoiding it.

He even had the leisure to shake his head at Soma Kosuke opposite him.

"Too slow."

"And completely devoid of aesthetic appeal."

Before his voice faded, his figure instantly disappeared in place.

The next second, he had appeared like a ghost beside the right arm of the Giant God of Ink.

He did not use any weapons.

He simply pressed his fingers together like a sword and gently slashed at that thick ink arm.

"Puff!"

A soft sound.

That giant arm, which was enough to easily crush steel, was like butter sliced by a red-hot branding iron.

Silently breaking and separating.

At the fracture, there was no gushing ink; instead, it seemed to be instantly evaporated by some force, turning into wisps of blue smoke.

"Roar——!"

The Shikigami let out a painful roar, its ferocious nature fully exposed.

The rune vortex on its chest spun crazily, and at the broken arm, countless ink gushed out, attempting to re-condense.

At the same time, it opened its bloody maw, and ink-colored energy bullets compressed from high-concentration energy shot toward Qin Ze like a string of firecrackers!

Qin Ze's figure shuttled through the bullet rain as leisurely as taking a stroll.

Those energy bullets, which were enough to blow a tank into pieces, could not even capture his afterimage.

The crowd below was completely dumbfounded.

"This... How is this possible?"

"Lord Soma Kosuke's Shikigami is actually... actually not his match at all!"

"Who on earth is that person? Why have I never heard that Sakura Country has such a powerhouse?"

In a mere few seconds of confrontation, superiority was instantly judged.

Qin Ze also seemed to have lost interest in continuing to play.

He stopped his steps, suspended in mid-air, looking at that Giant God of Ink that was still attacking crazily, and gently sighed.

"It's over."

His left arm began to twist and deform without any warning.

Flesh and blood seemed to turn into flowing light and shadow, and his bones emitted a teeth-aching ka-ka sound.

A ferocious giant snake head covered in pale white scales appeared out of thin air, replacing his entire left arm!

The snake pupils were cold gold, devoid of a trace of emotion.

"Roar!"

The giant snake head let out a soul-shattering roar, abruptly opening its bloody maw.

An invisible suction force erupted.

That massive Giant God of Ink actually let out a shrill wail, its huge body uncontrollably being pulled toward that snake mouth.

It struggled, roaring.

But in front of absolute power, everything was futile.

"Crack!"

Accompanied by a crisp biting sound, the Giant God of Ink was bitten off in one gulp.

Its body rapidly dissolved, turning into the purest ink energy, completely devoured by the giant snake head.

From the appearance of the Shikigami to its complete obliteration.

The whole process took less than half a minute.

Everyone was struck speechless by this shocking scene.

However, as the master of the Shikigami, not the slightest emotional fluctuation could be seen on Soma Kosuke's face.

He didn't even look up.

Still keeping his head down, the ink-stained paintbrush in his hand was rapidly wandering across a brand new scroll.

Qin Ze's left arm returned to normal.

He raised his hand and made a virtual grab toward where Soma Kosuke was located.

That ferocious snake head that had just devoured the Shikigami surfaced once again, carrying an aura that swallowed everything as it lunged fiercely!

"Puff!"

A soft sound.

The snake head easily pierced through Soma Kosuke's body.

But Qin Ze's brow furrowed slightly.

That feeling was not right.

There was no tearing sensation of flesh and blood, it was more like... piercing through a layer of paper.

Soma Kosuke before him, along with the scroll in his hand, shook like a reflection in the water and slowly dissipated.

Fake?

A trace of surprise appeared on Qin Ze's face.

Interesting.

He slowly closed his eyes, and his massive Mental Strength spread out like a tidal wave.

Every inch of space on the entire rooftop, and even the entire building, was clear at a glance under his perception.

Only two seconds.

Qin Ze abruptly opened his eyes, his gaze like lightning, shooting toward another corner of the rooftop.

He smiled.

"Found you."

That ferocious snake head roared out once again. This time, it did not attack directly.

Instead, it abruptly opened its large mouth and spat out dozens of cyan wind blades condensed to the extreme!

"Screech——!"

Wherever the wind blades passed, the space was actually cut open layer by layer like fragile painting paper!

The distorted cracks spread outward, revealing the real rooftop night view behind the cracks.

Soma Kosuke's hiding place was exposed without a doubt.

However, when that layer of fake painting paper was completely torn to shreds.

Opposite the paper was not Soma Kosuke holding a paintbrush.

But another person.

A young man also wearing a white kimono, with a faint smile on his face.

That face was startlingly identical to Qin Ze's!

The other Qin Ze stood quietly there, gazing at him calmly with those deep eyes.

Seeing an identical self.

Qin Ze was stunned for a moment.

Then he laughed.

"It seems a bit interesting."