Chapter 48: Tokyo Tower

"Crunch~!" With the sound of steel bending, Zhao Mian, who was chasing butterflies, also crossed the last clearing and came to the top of the iron tower.

The wind roared in the sky, and Tokyo Tower, still the world's tallest tower, swayed in the wind, like a boat in the middle of a wave, carrying its passengers up and down. However, it is also a testament to the sturdiness of the tower, which was completed in 1958 and is still standing here after decades of weathering.

Zhao Mian, who had hit the steel structure of the iron tower, firmly grasped the outer edge of the steel that was twisted by his collision, and then pulled himself up with his arms. This is not an observatory or anything like that built for tourists, but one of the metal structures on the top of the tower, and Zhao Mian, who chased the butterfly, followed the butterfly to this place, but the butterfly has disappeared.

Where have you been? Zhao Mian cautiously observed the surroundings, but did not find any butterflies in his field of vision. So he stood still, closed his eyes, and began to observe the world from another place - and soon he opened his eyes, but instead of fixing his gaze on a certain position, he said indifferently: "Come out, it is useless to dodge." ”

There was no reaction, and in the air of a few hundred meters, the person standing on this metal structure was still only Zhao Mian. He raised an eyebrow and took two steps forward to the inside of the metal structure, "Don't come out?" do you think your clumsy hiding skills can really hide from me, or do you think you can sneak up on me with your strength, Santuhe and Hiroshi?"

The wind is howling. Maybe after some consideration, when Zhao Mian had already begun to think about whether to use dedication or blind light to force the other party out, the blue butterflies appeared in front of him one by one. As if it were a patchwork, the butterflies that flew out of nowhere gathered one by one, the faint blue light shone under the night sky, and then suddenly scattered again, and in the place where it had gathered, a white-haired child stood there - the howling wind in the night sky blew his hair, and in what should have been his left eye appeared a blood-red gem, in that gem, a huge force was stirring, it should be the killing stone.

"What a beautiful view. "On top of the steel frame, the newly emerged guy is looking out over the city of Tokyo—in the night, countless bright neon lights flickering with their brilliance, and those moving vehicles and pedestrians interacting together form a beautiful oil painting.

"It's beautiful. Zhao Mian didn't deflect his gaze to the scenery that was obviously in front of him, he stared at the white-haired young man in front of him, looking at the other party's appearance little by little, assessing the other party's strength, "But if you are allowed to continue to do this kind of behavior that causes a commotion, then this beautiful scene will become a desolate ruin sooner or later." ”

"That's not what I did. As if laughing at Zhao Mian's shallow knowledge, Santuhe showed his smile, he turned around and looked at Zhao Mian, one by one butterflies began to appear beside him, and the faint blue light gradually became stronger, "They are just attracted by the power of the Killing Stone." That's right, it's like a butterfly attracted by the scent of flowers, it's a natural situation. ”

"Really?" Zhao Mian pulled out the war hammer, and the white holy flame began to erode the red fire on the war hammer little by little, he pointed the war hammer at the other party, and the light appeared in his eyes little by little, "But if you stay in the wilderness honestly, this won't happen, right? What's more, it's already a big sin for you to accept an unprocessed killing stone without being monitored by others, so can you borrow your life?"

"Ahra, do you want to kill the stone too?" Santuhe grinned, it was obviously the angle of the smile, but he didn't see any smile on his face at all, he said, "Yes." Then he opened his arms widely, as if he was welcoming Zhao Mian to take the killing stone.

But what was heading towards him was not the greed he imagined, but a war hammer burning with holy flames - Zhao Mian swung the war hammer violently, and the huge war hammer rolled up a hurricane under the night sky, and the distorted air swept through the position where the Santu River had just stood in an instant. "Whew. There was no resistance, and after the hammer swung flat, only his lower body remained in the original position of the Santu River, and above his lower abdomen, the broken notch showed his presence with jagged debris.

The white flames began to spread in the place where they broke, and the sporadic flames first ate away at the remaining body little by little, and then gradually spread, turning the remaining body into a torch, illuminating the shadows of the metal with the burning light.

Zhao Mian turned his head to look around, and it was not the body of the Santu River that was burning there, but something similar to a puppet made with strength, and the inside of the nothingness that appeared from the fracture fully confirmed this. The other party did not leave, but was still lurking around - Zhao Mian was very aware of this, but he didn't know exactly where the other party was, because from what he perceived, the other party seemed to have turned into a ball of air, completely enveloping this area in it.

"Holy Light, burn the eyes of the enemy!" But this is just a crude trick, spreading his power, covering his own body, and then plotting whether to escape or continue to hold on to the enemy - such a simple means that Zhao Mian could not see through anyway. So he stood still, placed the hammer in his hand in front of him, grasped the handle of the hammer with both hands, and called out loudly—and with his call, a ray of light appeared above his head out of thin air, and in an instant the light condensed into a tiny light source, and then burst open.

With a brief impact of energy, a strong light instantly filled the area - after the light flashed, countless phosphorus powder began to fall from the sky, and the phosphorus powder that emitted a faint blue light had lost its magic power at this time, and the carriers of those phosphorus powders, those beautiful butterflies, at this time, as if they had been burned out by fire, turned into a little dust in the air, and then disappeared with the wind.

"Bang. The young man who lost his ability to judge in the light put on a high horizontal bar, and then fell on the ground not far in front of Zhao Mian. Then, like a frightened child, he opened his eyes and looked around, but the still unanswered vision did not bring him any information, it was just a blank piece, he groped his way back, but on the metal frame of this tower, where there was so much space for you to move, the place that seemed slightly narrower just by standing, after the boy took two steps back, he reached the edge completely.

"Oh, what a power that has no aesthetic sense. The boy sneered and grinned, and he looked his eyes at the place where Zhao Mian had been, which may have proved that he had regained his sense of direction, but unfortunately his vision still did not return - because Zhao Mian had already taken a step and approached him little by little.

"Aesthetics won't help you achieve any strategic goals on the battlefield, but a simple and brutal use of power can solve your urgent needs. Zhao Mian stood in front of the other party, and the young man who was sitting on the edge of the frame raised his head, the smirk on his face still not disappearing, "According to the custom, you have time to repent." ”

"Repentance?" the boy burst out laughing, then suddenly jumped back and jumped out of the frame, laughing in mid-air, his voice unleashing like madness, "Why should I regret it?!!!" Gravity began to fill his body, and he began to fall, but it didn't matter, because the Killing Stone would heal him—wouldn't it?

The answer, of course, is no.

"Is that what you said to you?" "Kara. The fragile bones began to shatter under the tremendous force, and the boy was not able to move too far away from Zhao Mian - a distance that didn't even make him pull the other back with much effort. He grabbed the other party's skull, his left hand pressed tightly against the temple in the corner of his forehead, and the force exerted by his hand even made the other party's skull begin to shatter little by little, and the other party's cheeks began to twist little by little, "Then, very good, I have received your last words." ”

The light began to gather in his hand - Santuhe began to struggle, he turned into a butterfly, but the countless rays of light immediately began to scorch all the butterflies, he used a thousand needles to stick to Zhao Mian's arm, and then the thin long needle could not pierce Zhao Mian's skin - little by little, the light turned into a cocoon, enveloping Santuhe in it, and then the cocoon began to shrink, with violent twisting and movement began to shrink.

"Ah!!h

The screams soon ceased - perhaps because the other person's vocal organs were no longer functioning, or because the air inside was no longer enough to vibrate to accommodate the propagation of sound. The cocoon is getting smaller and smaller, and the frequency of getting smaller begins to increase little by little, and finally even shrinks rapidly.

Zhao Mian stretched out his left hand and placed it under the cocoon, which was only the size of a tennis ball—and then, the light disappeared, and a gem fell from it, right in the palm of Zhao Mian's hand.

"Hmm......" Zhao Mian looked at the gem that exuded a pale golden brilliance in his hand, groaned slightly, then shrugged his shoulders and jumped directly from the top of the iron tower.