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//A悤ɎXȂA
//<R ALT="`EEVI">Λ`</R>̐S͏΂Ƃ͑΋ɂɂB<k>

//Az̎҂ɊXŷ́A
//<R ALT="RE^I[">E</R>̍s<R ALT="悤"></R>ƂĒmȂB<k>
  Zhu Shaoyan is also drinking this night, but her heart is hardly light.<K>

  Even after scouring the city all day long, her men have turned up no trace of Kong Taoluo.<K>

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//K̃rOɂ́Aq̃TCol@ƂW܂ĂB
//<R ALT="R">E</R>̋mꎟAA𗦂ċPԐȂ̂A
//ҋ@͂ȏĂB
//艺̎mC͒o݂͂߁A<R ALT="`E"></R>̉՗͗ՊEɒBĂB<k>

//Ƃ莩ɘU<R ALT="`E"></R>A
//̘AbɂĂ邩͗eՂɑzB<k>

//ˎ͕̎ꂽ܂܁cc
//AɂȂ<R ALT="`E"></R>WIlɍi荞񂾂ƂŁA
//<R ALT="W"></R>ẺlɂĂ͒NmƂƂȂB<k>

//wdxĂcc
//Cɖ߂AwZ]xɂcc<k>

//݂̂Ȃ炸A₪Ă͎sł\ɂȂ邱Ƃ낤B<k>

//<R ALT="RE^I[">E</R>BĂ̐_ł͐̋Chmcc
//z܂Cł͒mꂽBɃTC{[OьĂ
//<R ALT="C"></R>ˎ̉ł́AƌĂB<k>

//ɔƍߑgD̃TCo[iޒA
//wdxƂ̂֗ȋ̂͊ԈႢȂB
//gƂœǦx͊iiɒoށB
//GꂽŏdbTC{[Oj󂷂悤ȁg|hȂǁA
//N\͂ȂB<k>

//ɂAœ̋Ǝv΂A
//<R ALT="`E"></R>͂̒ĵĒûB
//qȗƂȂ΁AF͓Ƃ̊ptƂA
//OƃTC{[O̓Gł͂Ȃcc
//̈Öق̗邱Ƃ͂ȂB<k>

//Ȃ̂<R ALT="W"></R>̍́cc<k>
  Her personal cyber-warrior underlings are all gathered in the living room downstairs, ready to move out in full force as soon as Kong is found. They have been waiting for half a day now. As their morale flags, Zhu's anger grows ever closer to the breaking point.<K>

  Zhu has been cooped up in her room all day, but it's easy for her to imagine what they're talking about downstairs.<K>

  The <I>zhaizhu</I>'s death is still a secret, but everyone knows who killed Zhang now that Zhu has narrowed it down to a single target.<K>

  The Lightning Palm is alive......<K>
  He came back to Shanghai and killed the Six Vajra......<K>

  Soon these rumors will spread from the Society to the streets.<K>

  Kong Taoluo, once the greatest <I>qigong</I> master in the Qingyun Society. He too is famous in Shanghai, especially because of the extraordinary favor shown to him by Li <I>zhaizhu</I>, who was well-known for his hatred of cyborgs.<K>

  With criminal organizations moving towards more cyber-militarization, Zhu does not deny that Kong's Electromagnetic Discharge made him a useful pawn. His lack of augmentation alone made his enemies lower their guard, and none could have expected a "martial art" capable of destroying a heavy cyborg with a single touch.<K>

  Even when they were in the Society together, Zhu was able to ignore him precisely because she thought of him as an assassin specializing in sneak attacks. She knew that no mere <I>neijia</I> trickster could ever stand up to a <I>waijia</I> cyborg in a fair fight.<K>

  Nothing had ever happened to threaten this unspoken understanding.<K>
  And then that fool Zhang had to go and get himself killed......<K>

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//uIv<k>
"Fuck!"<K>

<BOX TYPE=0>
//<R ALT="`E"></R>͎ɂOXǂɓB<k>
  Zhu hurls her glass against the wall at full strength.<K>

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//Œ񂾃OX͍ӂɕǂɂ߂荞݁A
//ނ̓ŕXɂȂB<k>

//<R ALT="W"></R>𓉂ސSȂǁA<R ALT="`E"></R>͖тقǂ킹ĂȂB
//wZ]xȂǂƂłCɂȂĂ̂́A
//F͓񗬂̎g肾B
//̒x̒jAqɐQ~ꂽƂĂӊOɂ͎vȂB<k>

//ȗ̂́A<R ALT="W"></R>̗͗ʂm҂B
//s̉\́A܂łcc_̃TC{[O|҂ƌɌÄ_ɂInB<k>

//̒x̓zA
//ƂȂƂǂɘA˂ׂł͂ȂB
//zɂ͐_̖ʎqẘȂǂȂB<k>
  Travelling at close to the speed of sound, the glass first buries itself into the wall before bursting to pieces inside the concrete.

  Zhu has absolutely no intention of mourning Zhang. He thought he was strong because people called him the Six Vajra, but he was really just a second-rate warrior. Even if he'd been killed in his sleep by a child, it wouldn't have surprised her.<K>

  However, only those who knew Zhang understand how weak he really was. The word on the streets is simply that a cyber-warrior of the Qingyun Society lost to a <I>neijia</I> school - nothing more, nothing less.<K>

  Even the lowest rank of officer was too high a position for a fool like Zhang. He wasn't strong enough to shoulder the Society's reputation.<K>

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//gꂪcch<k>
(Son of a bitch......)<K>

<BOX TYPE=0>
//_񍁎ɂ܂lȍŊN<R ALT="W"></R>΁A
//ꂰȂ_ɒ@Ă<R ALT="R">E</R>̑_
//ȂB<k>

//ڋ蕿̈œȂA
//炵ƌƑɗĂΑȂ̂cc
//^璧ł<R ALT="R">E</R>̕sǴA<R ALT="`E"></R>ɂƂċJłȂB<k>
  Zhang's failure to meet an end befitting a Qingyun Society officer is infuriating enough, but Kong's fearless challenge to the Society is just as unforgivable.<K>

  A cowardly assassin should just stay in the shadows where he belongs. The boldness Kong showed in fighting straight up is nothing more than a direct insult to Zhu.<K>

<BOX TYPE=3>
//gA}ɏ₪ācch<k>
(You'll wish you stayed dead......)<K>

<BOX TYPE=0>
//^<R ALT="`E"></R>̂Ƃ֏荞ł΁A
//􂫂ɂĂ̂ɁB
//<R ALT="`E"></R><R ALT="W"></R>Ƃ̗͗ʍ͌IłB
//<R ALT="R">E</R>̎dȂǁA܂łȂtYB<k>

//ɂS炸A<R ALT="W"></R>x̓zɂŁA
//ӐⒸɂȂĂł낤<R ALT="R">E</R>vƁA
//ꂾ<R ALT="`E"></R>DςԂB<k>

//ẮÂȂ{B<k>
  If only he'd come to Zhu first, she would have torn him to pieces. Zhang's strength was nothing compared to hers. Kong's Lightning Palm would have been no more a threat to her than would a child's toy.

  When she imagines Kong feeling all smug just because he took out Zhang, she feels her guts starting to boil.

  Even the wine that she's been gulping is only feeding her impotent rage.<K>

<BOX TYPE=3>
//uccv<k>
"......"<K>

<BOX TYPE=0>
//CrėȂƂA
//<R ALT="`E"></R>͐g̖ɂ߂ČȂԕ̂킾B
//ƂĉaŁAߖ𕷂Ă鏬B
//jsĒׂ鍠ɂ́AĂ<R ALT="`E"></R>̋CĂB<k>

//A͐т񂹂Ă]TȂǂȂB
//挎āAꂱ5lȏ]ŋ̎TaɂĂ܂A₩܂<R ALT="E"></R>|߂ꂽ΂łB<k>

//ǁApiŉ䖝邵ȂB<k>
  Whenever her anger becomes uncontrollable, it is Zhu's habit to find comfort in hurting unaugmented girls, frail and timid children who will entertain her with their cute screams. She usually finds herself calmed down by the time there's nothing left to play with.<K>

  Unfortunately, however, there's no time to go out and collect sacrifices. Moreover, that bossy Liu chewed her out just last month for turning more than five girls into food for the Yangtze fishes.<K>

  It looks like she'll just have to make do with a substitute again.

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//u<R ALT="C["></R>Iv<k>
"Ruili!"

<BOX TYPE=0>
//<R ALT="`E"></R>͌CrA̕Ћ<R ALT="">L</R>ybgĂ΂B<k>
  Zhu roars, summoning the pet huddled in a corner of the room.<K>

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//̌꒲ŁA̒̋̈ybg͌̂낤B
//܂ŐܟB҂q̂悤ɂ܂ȂA
//łɋߊĂB
//tSO肷Ηe͂Ȃ󂯂B
//̕ӂ̈ʂ́A[قǐĝɋ܂ĂB<k>

//dAȂ<R ALT="`E"></R>̚nsSB
//܂KCmChƂƂYĂ܂B<k>
  The pet must have sensed her master's irritation from the tone of her voice. Though terrified like a child expecting chastisement, she nevertheless hastens to Zhu's side.<K>

  If she hesitates or fails to obey, merciless punishment awaits her. This absolute truth has long since been beaten into her body.<K>

  The fear in her movements always stokes Zhu's sadism, so much so that she sometimes even forgets that the girl is a gynoid.<K>

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//u@Bd|̊ߋɂA
//قƁACCoˁB܂́v<k>
"For a wind-up toy, you're really something."

<bustup name="U摜" face="U\" align="right" mode="off">
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//<R ALT="E"></R>瑡ꂽKCmChAwxlgiVxcc
//<R ALT="`E"></R>܂̐l`A
//鮓]ʂ̌ƂȂ̖ŌĂъ킵ĂA
//̐ȕˎ̂悤Ɋ܂ŔޏɎĂ킯ł͂ȂB<k>

//<R ALT="`E"></R>̐l`͂܂ŋKiiō\ĂB
//Ղ̌A̍傽̔ł͂ȂB<k>
  The name of the doll that Liu gave her is Benetnasch. Although Zhu is used to addressing it by the name of its soul-source, she has not gone so far as to model its face after the original's like that insane <I>fu-zhaizhu</I> did.

  Zhu's doll is all standardized parts. After all, the wear placed on it far exceeds anything experienced by the other four.

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//u˂<R ALT="C["></R>AǑZMĂv<k>
"Hey Ruili, looks like your brother's still alive."<K>

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//uccHv<k>
"......?"

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//uccnA͌āA
//ǂႢȂ񂾂낤ˁv<k>

//uقǑ厖Zl̋ĹAN<R ALT="C["></R>̏ɍs񂾂낤˂Hv<k>
"......Hah, I guess you don't remember him anyway."

"I wonder just which Ruili got the memories of brother dearest."<K>

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//<R ALT="`E"></R>ɂl悤ƁAl`ɂ͂̓ełȂB
//̌AӂȂ̂Ȃ̂ccꂪfłA
//悤Ɉ؏k邾B<k>
  No matter how Zhu interrogates her, the doll will never understand. She is unable to tell whether or not her master is scolding her, only that Zhu's harsh tone is something to be afraid of.<K>

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//uccPbA{v<k>
".....Damn dog!"<K>

<BOX TYPE=0>
//tśjʔ͂ȂAł<R ALT="`E"></R>ɂƂčK̂́A
//̐l`hĐ̊TO𗝉łƂƂB
//ꂾłVт̎͂ł炵悤B<k>
  There's no fun in talking to it, but at least Zhu's doll has a minimal understanding of numbers. This allows for all sorts of games.

<BOX TYPE=3>
//u̓JEg600BˁHv<k>
"Tonight you have 'til the count of 600. Got it?"<K>

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//l`̓ɌJꂽB
//600bBilZB<k>
  The doll's eyes go wide with horror.<K>
  600 seconds, only 60% of the usual time allotted.

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//<R ALT="`E"></R>̓\t@ɋɐg𓊂oāAXLeBɂ炵B
//IɂȂ̉́A̐Ƃ͕ʂɐ݂ꂽXbgAcȌ`̃IuWFoB
//ĵI[o[TCYōČ^cc
//̂ӂߗĂ邽߂̊łB<k>

//̐ߋƈႤ̂́A
//Go_o<R ALT="`E"></R>̐тɒĂ_B
//Ȃ{̒jƓlɁA
//<R ALT="`E"></R>͂̒^xтݎ邱ƂłB<k>
  Zhu leans back on the sofa and drops her panties, revealing the twisted object tucked into an extra slit above her natural genitalia - an oversized replica of a man's penis, designed solely to violate women.

  Unlike regular sex toys, this cyber-cock is connected directly to Zhu's pleasure receptors, enabling her to experience the same ecstasy that a real man would.

<BOX TYPE=2>
//uAn߂v<k>
"Starting...... now!"<K>

<BOX TYPE=0>
//<R ALT="`E"></R>N[^̎w炵č}ƁA
//xlgiVÂ悤ɂāA<R ALT="`E"></R>̌ҊԂɊ𖄂߂B<k>
  The instant Zhu snaps her chromed fingers, Benetnasch buries her face in Zhu's crotch like a starving animal.<K>

<BOX TYPE=3>
//u񂮁ccv<k>
"*Gulp*"<K>

<BOX TYPE=0>
//cɔԂ^̐ASOȂoɉ݁A
//A炵ĐňB<k>
  Without a moment's hesitation, the doll takes the full length of the twisted cyber-cock into her mouth and starts licking.

<BOX TYPE=2>
//uccttAccƊ撣ȁccv<k>
"Kuh...... Heh, good...... But you can do better......"

<BOX TYPE=3>
//ucc񂮁ccv<k>
"Mm......mm......"<K>

<BOX TYPE=0>
//Ȃ̍sׂɂǂӖ̂A
//l`͗ĂȂB
//̗L@FĂ̂́Äʊ֌Wcc
//́gdhӂ΁ÂƂ́gh҂ĂB<k>

//JEg600A͎傪ybgɉY捏łB
//P\600bB܂łɔޏ̕dⒸ܂œȂ΁A
//܂e͂ȂU艺낳B<k>

//_AKCmChɎƂTO͂ȂB͌΋@\~邾̂ƁBȂA܂n[hEFǍŌʂɓ삷悤ɂȂB<k>

//ɂS炸̓̐l`́Aj󂳂邱Ƃɋ|B
//܂Ŗ{̐lԂɌŎ邩̂悤ɁAl`̏́A
//䂪g@\Ăsɖウꂵ݁A
//Ō̏uԂ瓦悤ƕKɂȂčR̂B<k>

//xJԂĂAƂƂ͂Ȃ炵B
//XgAċN邲ƂɁAl`͈ȑOƕςʏXŁA
//<R ALT="`E"></R>́g̗VYhɋYB<k>

//ɂ݂KCmChB
//G~[gł͂ȂA{̊cc
//̂ΏCłB
//^̃TfBXgł<R ALT="`E"></R>ɂƂāA
//قǗVт̂ߋ͂ȂB<k>

//Ɍŕd𑱂l`̔wɁA<R ALT="`E"></R>͎炷|̎w𔇂点āA̍dvm点邩̂悤ɁAK̏ŃY~JɃ^bvB<k>

//ӎuȂKCmChɎgɂ͌ꕾ̂\Ƃ͂A
//炩ɐl`̏́gKhB
//CȂقǂЂނɁA忂Aj߂ċzȂA
//Ả<R ALT="`E"></R>̊튯ۂݍ񂾂܂ܓ㉺ɐU蓮B<k>

//d̊Jn200bB<R ALT="`E"></R>͔΂𕂂ׂ܂܁A
//܂]TĂB
//wl`̌ҊԂɔEэ݁Ả̉Ԑcɗ₽GB<k>
  The doll does not understand the meaning of her actions, of course. Her biomemory can only recognize cause and effect - if she fails to "serve," she will receive "punishment."

  She has until the count of 600 to live. If her ministrations fail to bring her master to climax in 600 seconds, she will feel the merciless bite of her master's talons.

  Of course, a gynoid cannot die. If she loses her power source, she will simply cease to function, and as long as her memory is intact, she will return to normal when her hardware is replaced.

  Nevertheless, this doll is afraid of destruction. Like a real human clinging to life, she always writhes in agony as her systems fail, struggling violently to escape that final moment.

  And even after experiencing destruction countless times, she still has not grown accustomed to it. With every restoration, the doll comes back to life with the same fear as before, ready to amuse Zhu in these games of death.

  A gynoid that fears pain - true fear, not some emulated emotion - yet can always be repaired. For a true sadist like Zhu, no toy could be more satisfying.

  Zhu runs her deadly steel fingers down the furiously sucking doll's back, tapping out a rhythm on her white buttocks as though to remind her of their hardness.

  This may be a poor word to describe a gynoid that has no will or emotion, but this girl-doll is clearly "desperate." It is almost endearing, the single-minded fervor with which she wriggles her tongue and sucks in her cheeks, all the while bobbing her head up and down along Zhu's organ.

  200 seconds have passed since the start of her trial, and the thin smile on Zhu's face shows that the doll is still far from success. Now Zhu extends a long finger into the doll's crotch, touching cold metal to her inner lips.

<BOX TYPE=3>
//u!!v<k>
"!!"

<BOX TYPE=0>
//ߏɒꂽhAl`͌ȂȂB
//Ӓn̈WQɁAC炳Ăꍇł͂ȂB
//ޏ̋gh̍͒XƔĂB
//鏊܂dGɑςȂA
//ȂS<R ALT="`E"></R>̈함jAẢŝݑB<k>
  The doll convulses at the stimulation, her sex nerves having been set to an overly sensitive level, but she knows that she must not allow the cruel distraction to overwhelm her. While enduring the sensation of hard fingers rubbing her secret place, she attacks Zhu's cyber-cock with renewed vigor.

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<BOX TYPE=3>
//u<R ALT="C["></R>v<k>
"Ruili."

<BOX TYPE=0>
//ӂ߂₽ŁA<R ALT="`E"></R>l`̍sׂ𒆒fB<k>
  Zhu's cold, hard voice interrupts the doll's ministrations.

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<BOX TYPE=2>
//uccIv<k>
"......!"

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<bustup name="st`E" face="}" align="right">
<wipe effect="fade" time="7">
<BOX TYPE=3>
//ǔ͉ŒՁv<k>
"Now use your lower mouth."

<bustup name="U摜" face="U\" align="right" mode="off">
<wipe effect="fade" time="7">
<BOX TYPE=2>
//uccv<k>
"......"

<BOX TYPE=0>
//SOĂɂ͂ȂBc300bB
//l`͂悤ɂ<R ALT="`E"></R>̐ĝ̏ɔƁA
//^AȂ΋Ɍ}ꂽB<k>
  With only 300 seconds remaining, there is no time to hesitate. Benetnasch immediately crawls up Zhu's body and practically forces herself onto the long, thick shaft.

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<BOX TYPE=2>
//uAccb!!v<k>
"Guh......!"

<BOX TYPE=0>
//łđ}Ƃ͂Aȍŝׂ͔ۂ߂ȂB
//d傫ٕ̊GAKvȏɉߕqɃ`[jOꂽтAςɂŐӂ߉ՂށB<k>

//Aޏ҂󂯂ĂgŊh̋낵ɔׂ΁A
//]܂Ȃ̂낤B
//xlgiV͎ɂÂ邩̂悤ɁAՓ񖳓񍘂h艺낷B<k>
  Her desperation does not change the fact that the cyber-cock is too big for her to take in all at once. As the hard length of it rubs against her super-sensitized inner walls, her body is wracked with unbearable pain.

  Yet even that is perhaps preferable when compared to the terror of the final End that awaits her, and so Benetnasch rocks her hips with wild abandon, as though feeding on the agony.

<BOX TYPE=3>
//ucctDccȂcc
//킟ccv<k>
"Mmm......haa...... Not bad...... Feeling it......"

<BOX TYPE=0>
//<R ALT="`E"></R>RƊÂoB
//ЂނȕdAɂđQtĂ
//̓f͔M͂߂ĂB<k>

//w偂̑̂悤ɉȂAxlgiV̎ɂ݂<R ALT="`E"></R>̎wB
//C̈́AlԂ̂Ɠx̋ɂKCmChɉۂB<k>
  Zhu's voice is soft and sensual, her breath coming hot now that the doll's loyal ministrations have finally started to bear fruit.

  Like a spider's legs, Zhu's fingers soundlessly wrap around Benetnasch's neck, cutting off her windpipe, which the gynoid experiences with the same suffering that a human would.

<BOX TYPE=2>
//u񂮂ccccccv<k>
"Guh......ga......ku......"

<BOX TYPE=3>
//uDccEtccA̒qccv<k>
"Uh......uh...... Yeah, keep going......"

<BOX TYPE=0>
//x̙グȂA킶Ƌٔ̓x𑝂Ă<R ALT="`E"></R>̎wB
//lԂȂƂɒĂB
//ċz⌌KvƂȂKCmCh炱ۂĂ邪A
//̂܂򍜂̐_oXf΁cc<k>

//ɂ͗܂𗬂@\͂ȂB
//ߖグ邱ƂȂB
//őƐ]̋ԂɗłziṕA
//eݎԂ̂悤ɍU葱邵ɂȂB<k>

//c50bB<k>
  As she groans in ecstasy, Zhu squeezes the doll's neck harder and harder. A human would already have asphyxiated, but a gynoid needs no oxygen or blood to survive. Nevertheless, if this continues and her spinal column is snapped......

  The girl cannot shed tears, nor cry out for mercy. Her only hope of salvation from terror and despair is to keep bouncing like a pogo stick.

  50 seconds remain.

<BOX TYPE=3>
//uncc@nccӂbIv<k>
"Haa......haa.....ahhhh!"

<BOX TYPE=0>
//U̒j痬ꍞމ̔gB
//ȏ<R ALT="`E"></R>𐌂킹̂́Aߒɂɘc񂾐l`̊ƁA
//ɏdȂ1NO̖ʉeB<k>
  Waves of pleasure erupt from Zhu's false penis, yet more joy still she gains from watching the dolls face twist in pain and imagining the face she saw one year ago.

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<BOX TYPE=3>
//gcc̎AȕɁcc
//̏jĂcch<k>

//g̃p[eB[͍ōB
//cc<R ALT="R">E</R>̖Ă̂ǂh<k>

//g<R ALT="LU">C</R>Ɏ萟܂ĂCYA
//ԂŉĂcc
//͂̎ŉ󂵂Ăh<k>
(Yeah...... Back then, I raped her like this......)

(That was the greatest party ever. The best thing about it...... was getting to do Kong's sister.)

(That <I>qigong</I> bastard was always so smug...... But I broke his precious little sister with my own two hands.)

<BOX TYPE=0>
//̔N̗SnB̉yns̎A
//̑u<R ALT="`E"></R>͏΂~܂ȂB<k>
  Zhu feels refreshed, like an old ache has faded, and this brings a joy greater than any pleasure of the flesh or sadistic game.<K>

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//B՗Kv͂ȂB
//<R ALT="C["></R>̖Y`ƂĂ<R ALT="`E"></R>v΁A
//<R ALT="R">E</R>̗͌܂𗬂낤B
//ȂƂC낤B<k>

//ߍ񂾟TāA
//<R ALT="`E"></R>͂悢旽J̉xт\B
//^Ây̐ɁA]̐cMĂB<k>
  No need to get angry. If Kong knew how Zhu was raping this piece of Ruili, he would surely shed tears of blood. Just thinking about it is ecstasy.

  Freed from her pent-up rage, Zhu can at last indulge in the rapture of defilement. Her brain burns white hot as pleasure surges from her cyber-cock like water from a geyser.

<BOX TYPE=3>
//u͂ӃbADEbccb!!v<k>
"Hah! Uh......kuuuuuu!!"

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<BOX TYPE=0>
//Ⓒ̜̂܂A<R ALT="`E"></R>͂͉B
//<se src="_022_̍܂" mode="on" option="single">
//qقǂ̐ƂŐl`򍜂܂A
//ʊpxɂ˂ȂB<k>
  Overwhelmed by her climax, Zhu accidentally applies too much pressure to the doll's throat,<se src="_022_̍܂" mode="on" option="single"> snapping it like a dry twig.

<bgm src="M08b" mode="fadein" time="5" option="Loop">
//<R ALT="`E"></R>Ⓒ̉ʂĂɒE͂̂ƁA@\~xlgiV
//l̗͂̂Ƃ́AقƂǓB<k>
  Zhu comes down from her high at about the same time that Benetnasch goes limp, having ceased to function.

<BOX TYPE=3>
//ucc͂cc͂ccv<k>
"......haa......haa......"

<BOX TYPE=0>
//JEǵccāAǂ͂ǂȂ낤B
//YĔM邠܂A<R ALT="`E"></R>̓ybgƋY郋[YĂB<k>

//قڐ^ɌXl`̎́Af̋̂܂܁A
//ς炸<R ALT="`E"></R>낵ĂB
//̕\́A{̐lԂƌقǂɐXB<k>
  The count...... How much was left again?
  Lost in her passion, Zhu forgot all about the rules of this game.

  The doll's face, now bent at almost a ninety degree angle, is frozen in final terror. The pitiful look in her eyes, as though begging Zhu for mercy, is no different than that of a real human.

<BOX TYPE=3>
//uƂȂጢقǂ̃IcȂ
//A^ǂccv<k>

//uĎEԍۂ̊́cc
//̂<R ALT="C["></R>̂܂܂ˁB
//y߂v<k>
"You don't even have the brains of a dog now, but......"

"Right before I kill you...... you always make the same face Ruili did. That's all you're worth."

<BOX TYPE=0>
//xy̗]CɑrȂA<R ALT="`E"></R>͂܂łꂽl`̊ɌāA׈ȉxтɐZĂB<k>

//cĉ܂܁Aǂقǂ̎ꂽ낤B
//Sn悢E͊̒ŁA<R ALT="`E"></R>͊ԋ߂Ȍ̉𒮂߂B<k>

//KB
//ǂ瑊Ɍ炵B
//<R ALT="`E"></R>̏W߂TC{[OBĂB
//̉ƂɉĂNƁB<k>
  While catching her breath, Zhu gazes at the broken doll's face and basks in the afterglow of her dark ecstasy.

  ......After an indeterminate length of time, the sounds of a commotion nearby cut through her pleasant rest.

  It's coming from downstairs, where Zhu's cyborg henchmen seem to be engaged in a particularly fierce battle with an intruder.

<BOX TYPE=3>
//u₨ccv<k>
"Well, well......"

<BOX TYPE=0>
//ŏ<R ALT="W"></R>P̂́A<R ALT="R">E</R>Ȃ̑ŎZƂ΂vĂB
//S̏@炱A
//^痧悤ȔؗE̂ƁB<k>

//ꂳ肾悤B
//xȂ炸x܂łAʐ؂Ẳ荞݁B
//ɂĂ<R ALT="`EEVI">Λ`</R>̑OɁA
//BƂ́cc
//z͒mb҂łłȂBg̒mʂ̔nB<k>
  Until now, she thought that attacking Zhang first was part of Kong's plan, that his recklessness in facing Zhang head-on was because he knew that his victory was assured.

  It would appear that she gave him too much credit. Not only is this the second time that Kong has opted for a straight-up brawl, but he even had the audacity to walk right into the hands of Zhu Shaoyan. He's no strategist. He's just a fool who doesn't know his place.

<se src="SE_ؒf" mode="on" option="single">
//@ŚoāA<R ALT="`E"></R>͐l`̎o܂ɂɗ͂߂B
//ƍijfāA͓B<k>

//K畷Ă̂́AlƔߖcc
//ǂô镔̂̂΂B<k>
  Zhu snorts disdainfully and squeezes the doll's broken neck even harder. With the sound of bones shattering, the head pops free of the body.

  Now she can hear screams and shouts coming from the living room...... all belonging to the voices of her men.

<BOX TYPE=3>
//uȂ˂B܂v<k>
"Pathetic."

<BOX TYPE=0>
//ēƂ̓B
//悤ɂĂ炵B
//Ał܂<R ALT="R">E</R>vႢ悤Ƃcc\ȂB<k>

//قǂ̐}A͂ڂɌĂĂB
//F́Aɐ邱ƂɂȂB
//z͂ɂ̏ꏊŁA
//{̃TColOƌ𑊎ɂ邱ƂɂȂ̂B<k>
  It sounds like they're all getting their asses handed to them by that
<I>neijia</I> idiot. This will probably just strengthen Kong's baseless confidence...... but so be it.

  Zhu is willing to overlook his ridiculous impudence now. He'll realize his mistake soon enough. After all, he's about to face a true master of cybernetic <I>waijia</I>.

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//₪ĉȂÂ悤ɁA<R ALT="RE^I[">E</R>͕ɓėB
//Eɂ͔g̘`B
//͖TɊYcN^̃KCmChfĂB<k>

//ȓ҂b<R ALT="`E"></R>A
//łɑ͐C̚OɂjłB
//<R ALT="">S</R>͂ȂB<k>
  Kong Taoluo enters the room before long, moving as silently as a wraith. In his right hand is a drawn <I>wo dao</I>, its sheath cradled in the arms of the child-gynoid walking beside him.

  Zhu is at first surprised by his strange companion, but decides that it matters little what toys an obvious madman amuses himself with.

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<BOX TYPE=2>
//uĂ肠񂽂́A
//<R ALT=""></R><R ALT="r">k</R>̂ƂɍsƎv񂾂ˁv<k>
"You know, I expected you to go see Ng or Bin first."<K>

<bustup name="U摜" face="U\" align="left" mode="off">
<bustup name="st^I[g" face="ڕ" align="right">
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<BOX TYPE=3>
//uԂ͂ǂĂv<k>
"The order isn't important."<K>

<bustup name="st^I[g" face="\" align="right">
<wipe effect="fade" time="7">
//u܂܋MlA߂B
//MlɎʁv<k>
"You just happened to be closest, so you get to die first."<K>

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<BOX TYPE=0>
//sGȕɋtサ<R ALT="`E"></R>AɎċ}Ƃ͂ȂB
//̒j͛jEɂ̂ƌ߂ĂB<k>
  Zhu manages to keep from flying into a rage at Kong's bold words, telling herself that there's no need to hurry, she can take her time killing this one.

<bustup name="U摜" face="U\" align="right" mode="off">
<bustup name="st`E" face="}" align="left">
<wipe effect="fade" time="7">
//̏ɕ킳l`̎c[𕥂ƁA
//<R ALT="`E"></R>̓\t@痧オA̒ɎcfグB<k>
  Pushing Benetnasch's wreckage off of her chest, Zhu rises to her feet and holds up the doll's severed head.

<BOX TYPE=2>
//up̂́ÃKN^Hv<k>
"You looking for this piece of junk?"

<se src="񓊂" mode="on" option="single">
<BOX TYPE=0>
//炩ɚ}΂ȂA<R ALT="R">E</R>ɌĐl`̎蓊<R ALT="`E"></R>B
//󂯎<R ALT="R">E</R>́AߜƂȑ̂܂ܒ~<R ALT="">e</R>ɁA
//̂܂܌B<k>
  Zhu laughs with contempt and tosses the doll's head to Kong. Upon catching it, he stares silently into its face, its expression still frozen in a grimace of pain and sadness.


<BOX TYPE=2>
//ûΖʂăc˂H
//܊pȂu`󂵂܂O
//K˂ėǂ̂Ɂv<k>

//uǂȂ炳A񂽂̎葫Ń_}ɂāAꂩ炱̊ߋŖނׂˁB񂽂̌Ăڂ̑OŁv<k>
"Is this the touching reunion you wanted? You should've come sooner, before I tore her apart."

"I would've been happy to tear off your limbs and have my way with the toy while you watched."

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<BOX TYPE=0>
//ӂI<R ALT="`E"></R>̒ɁA<R ALT="R">E</R>͉甽Ȃ܂܁A
//nꂽl`̎T̘AɂƍoB
//cN^KCmCh́AЎɘ`̏͂񂾂܂ܗrLāA
//炽ȉו߂B<k>
  Although Zhu makes no attempt to disguise her malice, Kong still has shown no response to her taunts. Wordlessly, he presents the doll's head to his gynoid companion, who takes it into her arms, adding this new luggage to the sheath that she is already carrying.

<bustup name="U摜" face="U\" align="left" mode="off">
<bustup name="st^I[g" face="ڕ" align="right">
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<BOX TYPE=3>
//uނĂv<k>
"Leave us."

<bustup name="U摜" face="U\" align="right" mode="off">
<bustup name="stC[ʏ" face="\" align="left">
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<BOX TYPE=0>
//]āAl`͏ȕQoĂB<k>
  The little doll nods obediently, then shuffles unsteadily out of the room.

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//Ɏclɂ́AƂ葊𗧂点CȂǖѓȂB
//Ă̕oĂ̂́Aǂ炩ƌĂB<k>
  As for the remaining two, neither has the slightest intention of allowing the other to leave. They have already decided that only one will make it out alive.

<bustup name="U摜" face="U\" align="right" mode="off">
<bustup name="st`E" face="}Q" align="left">
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<BOX TYPE=0>
//dqꂽ<R ALT="`E"></R>̋`́A𑨂΂ł͂ȂB
//T[Otɐ؂ւ΁A
//<R ALT="R">E</R>̖̉zڗđRB<k>

//\ǂUƁAĝ܂ł͉RȂB
//Ă̒cc<R ALT="R">E</R>̔J͖炩B5l
//퓬TC{[OƓn荇΂Ȃ̂B<k>
  Zhu's artificial eyes are capable of receiving more than just visible light. By switching to thermographic vision, she is able to discern Kong's heart rate and body temperature at a glance.

  Bluff as one may, the body does not lie. As expected, Kong is clearly exhausted from having just done battle with five combat cyborgs.

<BOX TYPE=2>
//unfKvȂ񂶂ȂHv<k>
"Shouldn't there be a handicap?"<K>

<bustup name="U摜" face="U\" align="left" mode="off">
<bustup name="st^I[g" face="Ζڕ" align="right">
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<BOX TYPE=3>
//uMlȂAȂv<k>
"If that's what you want, I have no objection."<K>

<bustup name="st^I[g" face="cȏ΂" align="right">
<wipe effect="fade" time="7">
//uMl̎́w܌xA
//5܂ł͌ĂB
//U߂̂͂ꂩ炾v<k>
"I'll give you five moves of your vaunted Eagle Claw. I won't attack until then."<K>

<bustup name="U摜" face="U\" align="right" mode="off">
<bustup name="st`E" face="{" align="left">
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<BOX TYPE=0>
//[͗}Ă<R ALT="`E"></R>̕{Aɂ͗}˂B
//<R ALT="R">E</R>̉gȂnfhƂ́A<R ALT="`E"></R>𗘂邱Ƃ̂B<k>
  At this, Zhu is unable to contain her rage any longer. It would seem that the handicap Kong agreed to so readily was meant for her.

<BOX TYPE=2>
//uccꂽˁB񂽖{CŃA^V
//Cł킯v<k>
"......You're something else. You really mean to win this fight, huh?"<K>

<bustup name="U摜" face="U\" align="left" mode="off">
<bustup name="st^I[g" face="Ζڕ" align="right">
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<BOX TYPE=3>
//û݂Ȃ炸AMlEv<k>
"I'll not only win, but kill you too."<K>

<BOX TYPE=0>
//tĂ<R ALT="`E"></R>OɁA<R ALT="R">E</R>̌꒲͂܂ŗ₽B<k>
  Responding to Zhu's anger, Kong's voice is as cold as the winter sky.

<bustup name="st^I[g" face="cȏ΂" align="right">
<wipe effect="fade" time="7">
<BOX TYPE=3>
//uMl͉疅DB
//牴͋MlA
//̋ɂȂ<R ALT="傤܂">遖</R>Dv<k>
"You stole my sister from me. I will take your foolish pride in exchange."<K>

<bustup name="st^I[g" face="Ǝcȏ΂" align="right">
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//u܂Œނ荇񂪁cĉԂ́AMl̖悹ėǂƂ悤v<k>
"They're hardly equal in value, but...... I suppose your life will have to make up the difference."<K>

<bustup name="U摜" face="U\" align="right" mode="off">
<bustup name="st`E" face="}" align="left">
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<BOX TYPE=2>
//u傫oˁccv<k>
"Big words......"

<se src="QЊd" mode="on" option="single">
<BOX TYPE=0>
//r̋`Ă͊JA
//Њd悤ɉЁX𗧂Ă<R ALT="`E"></R>B
//|̎lJoUA
//<R ALT="R">E</R>󂯂ƂΈU̘`B<k>
  Zhu clenches and unclenches her cyborg hands, filling the room with the excruciating screech of metal on metal. She has four steel limbs with which to attack, while Kong's sole defense is a single <I>wo dao</I>.

<bustup name="st`E" face="}Q" align="left">
<wipe effect="fade" time="7">
//̓A܂͉E苤XDĂ΁cc
//͌炸Tނ낤B<k>
  If she takes that sword along with his right hand, Zhu thinks, then maybe he'll stop talking so tough.

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//ЂƂ΂ŁA<R ALT="`E"></R>͊юz点B<k>
  She chuckles once, and then her hand streaks through the air.

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//<R ALT="`E"></R>̋`ɂ́A
//<R ALT="W"></R>̏d`̂悤ȍgN킯ł͂ȂB
//ė]肠Xs[hƏ_A
//<R ALT="`E"></R>g̋ŹghB<k>

//SɊԍ̊OAڗ͂̐Lт
//Cɑ̋}˂B
//<R ALT="Ⴍ"></R>Ȃ́w}܁xB
//_̂}łȂE̓ƂȊOA؂̗Vт͂ȂB
//<R ALT="`E"></R>ĉS̎̊PłB<k>
  Zhu's enhanced arms lack the durability and torque of Zhang's heavy upgrades. However, their speed and flexibility more than makes up the difference, and then there is Zhu's own skill and technique.

  Using the lunging power of the legs to suddenly spear an enemy's vitals from what appears to be out of range - an attack worthy of being the first form of Eagle Claw, Falcon Dives on Prey.

  Other than the fact that she is aiming at Kong's right hand instead of his organs, Zhu has held nothing back. She is more than satisfied with the speed of her ambush.

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//ɂȂcc<R ALT="R">E</R>́AɉEgނ<R ALT="`E"></R>̎wB<k>
  He has no time to respond - or so it appears, and yet Kong easily evades her fingers by turning slightly to the right.


<bustup name="st`E\" face="{" align="left">
<wipe effect="fade" time="7">
<BOX TYPE=2>
//gǂ݂₪!?h<k>
(He read it!?)

<se src="_022_}" mode="on" option="single">
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<background src="B_A̕">
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<BOX TYPE=0>
//<R ALT="`E"></R>͓SŎ݂ȂA
//łɊl͗̊ԍ̓łB
//Ewŋݍނ悤ɏPwۓVxB
//x]킷]n͂Ȃcc<k>
  Even as she curses in her head, Zhu continues to attack Kong's weapon, now within range of both hands. From left and right, her fingers swing closed like the jaws of a trap - Eagle's Wings Beat at the Dawn.<K>
  This time, he won't be able to dodge......

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//<R ALT="">UX</R>ƋӂB
//{͂o肪AeԂčĂэEɊJB
//<R ALT="`E"></R>̎w}<R ALT="R">E</R>̌́AVɂłB
//܂Łw5܂ŏxɓP镠B<k>
  The clash of metal rings out twice. Rather than snap shut on Kong's weapon, Zhu's hands are deflected back to the sides.<K>
  When repelling her fingers, Kong used only the flat of his sword. He must really intend to defend for five moves.

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<bustup name="st`E\" face="{" align="left">
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<BOX TYPE=2>
//uȂ玀ɂȃb!!v<k>
"Then die!!"

<BOX TYPE=0>
//{ꊅA<R ALT="`E"></R>͂ɎEӂ𔍂oAJoB<k>
  With a furious howl, Zhu finally unleashes a combination meant to kill.

<se src="_022_}" mode="on" option="single">
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//͒˕Ԃꂽ̂܂܉ɗA
//]ĉi~グw[kΗx
//ĉE͋tɑiU艺낷́w򉍁x
//ǂB<k>
  Using the momentum from Kong's parry, she brings her left hand down and around, sweeping up from below in Kite Takes Wing from Stream. Following through, her right hand then streaks down from above in the overhand hook known as Swallow Turns in Flight.

<se src="_00_blade΂01" mode="on" option="single">
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<background src="ev_t15">
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//<R ALT="R">E</R>͂܂i̍U𓁂Ő^󂯎~߂B
//̏ՌŎEƂA
//tɂ̂̑ڗ͂ĔwɒB
//zĂ̂悤ɁA
//₷₷Ƃ̊ԍ瓦B<k>
  Kong first blocks the uppercut with his sword, making no attempt to nullify its force. Instead, he adds the power of his own legs to send himself flying backwards. This carries him out of range of the hook strike, as though he knew that it would be coming beforehand.


<background src="B_A̕">
<bustup name="U摜" face="U\" align="left" mode="off">
<bustup name="st^I[퓬" face="cȏ΂" align="right">
<wipe effect="fade" time="7">
<BOX TYPE=3>
//uǂH@ƈv<k>
"Well? You have one more move."

<bustup name="U摜" face="U\" align="right" mode="off">
<bustup name="st`E\" face="{" align="left">
<wipe effect="fade" time="7">

<BOX TYPE=0>
//nƓɂ<R ALT="R">E</R>ɁA<R ALT="`E"></R>͊Ԕꂸ˂B
//w򉍁x̌ɉB܌3AB<k>
  Immediately after Kong lands and speaks his challenge, Zhu charges him with murderous fury, lashing out with the three strikes that she kept for use after Swallow Turns in Flight.

<se src="_052_꓁ݍ" mode="on" option="single">
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//<R ALT="R">E</R>͑ނƌ2󂯗A3ڂ͐gPݍ<R ALT="`E"></R>̑̑ւƓꂽB<k>
  Kong deflects the first two attacks as though intending to fall back, then ducks inside the third and cuts to Zhu's side.

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//|̃R[gAO𗩂߉߂cc߁A
//<R ALT="`E"></R>͋ȏՌɊʂł̂߂ꂽB<k>
  His coat streams behind him, passing before her eyes - an instant later, a thunderous impact explodes against her face.

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//R[g̐ɑj܂ꂽ<R ALT="`E"></R>̎A
//܂ɂ̎pՂĐU艺낳ꂽ<R ALT="R">E</R>A
//znƂɍ|𒼌̂B<k>

//߂̐ῂ܂ɌJoAdΉ΂̌񂵏RB
//ՓVh́w痴xcc{Ȃ猕pɌĎgBZłB<k>

//ɑN₩ȃN[qbgƂ͂A
//@ۂŕ⋭ꂽ<R ALT="`E"></R>̓W͍ӂc݂ȂB
//@̓dq`́ȀՌɑςȂB
//͂ȓƂ̏RZŁA<R ALT="`E"></R>͍ڂ̂B<k>
  Using the blind spot it created, Kong brought his heel crashing through the coat into Zhu's left eye.

  A lightning-fast reverse roundhouse kick thrown after distracting one's opponent with the long cloak. This is Crouching Dragon Tail, a surprise attack of the Daitian School meant to be used in conjunction with the sword.

  No matter how accurate the strike, Kong had no hope of damaging Zhu's metal fiber-reinforced skull. The precision instruments in her cybernetic eye, however, were unable to withstand the impact. Zhu has lost her left eye to the powerless kick of a <I>neijia</I> fighter.

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//u```b!!v<k>
"```!!"

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//t̂܂茾t<R ALT="`E"></R>A@炵Ěo<R ALT="R">E</R>B
//E̘`͍\āAgɗaĂB<k>
  Kong smirks upon seeing Zhu speechless with rage, then casually rests his <I>wo dao</I> on his right shoulder.

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//um肽H
//Ml̍UȂ񂩁v<k>
"Do you want to know why you can't hit me?"

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//₽c<R ALT="R">E</R>̏΂݂́A
//܂ɓ݂ɂ<R ALT="`E"></R>̖ʖڂ}΂Ă̂̂낤B<k>
  No doubt his mocking smile is directed towards Zhu's pride, currently being ground to dust beneath his feet.

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//urAMl̉߂
//JoƎv_ŁA
//łɂ̈ꌂ͕Ăv<k>
"Whatever the attack, it matters not. The moment you decide to unleash it against me, it has already begun."<K>

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//uOƂ́gh́gӁhxB
//񂶂ĕꂽgӁȟA
//xāghłv<k>
"The <I>waijia</I> fist is slower than intent. Your strikes come only after you have projected your will."<K>

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//u͂𕥂̂΍ςނ̂ƁB
//LoقǊȒPv<k>
"I need merely defend against attacks that I already know are coming. I could do it in my sleep."<K>

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//<R ALT="`E"></R>ɌԂt͂ȂB
//ł͖炩<R ALT="`E"></R>̌ĂB
//ɂS炸IỐccޏ̒m<R ALT="Ƃ"></R>ł͐ȂB<k>
  Zhu is unable to object.
  There is no denying that the speed of her hands far exceeds that of Kong's sword. For them to miss their target all the same...... cannot be explained by any principle that she knows.

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//uƂ낪̓́Aȁv<k>
"Now then, take this sword."<K>

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//Ȃ<R ALT="R">E</R>́AS`]ē˂B
//߁AЁXقǂɉs߂nA
//؂҂<R ALT="`E"></R>̖ڐɐB<k>
  He turns the <I>wo dao</I> towards her as he speaks. For an instant, the blade flashes with a demonic light, and then Zhu finds herself staring at its tip.

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//uЂƂєŌAnɑ
//Äӂɐ񂶂ĎaĎ̂ĂB
//Ƃ́gh́gӁhv<k>
"Once it has been drawn, it cuts down everything within range of its own accord. The <I>neijia</I> sword is faster than intent."<K>

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//uĊɈӁB䂪n͂ł
//g꓁@Ӂh̋nɂv<k>
"When I do battle, my sword <I>is</I> my will."<K>

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//uccOƂ̗͔nł
//10NoĂʏꏊv<k>
".....A power-mad <I>waijia</I> fool couldn't reach this level even with ten years of training."<K>

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//uccb!!v<k>
"......!"

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//݂邠܂a݂𗧂Ă<R ALT="`E"></R>̊{B<k>

//킹Ă̂H
//Ƃ<R ALT="ĂÂ"></R>gɁAȏAӖʂĂ̂H
//̖w@xcc<k>
  Zhu's jaw creaks as she grinds her teeth in frustration.

  Will she allow this? Will the infamous Demon Empress continue to let a mere <I>neijia</I> trickster have his way?

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//ůԍŋMlƂA
//ꂪŌゾB̈꓁Mlfv<k>
"When you show an opening within its range, my sword will end you."<K>

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//uccVт͏I肾B
//MllBw@xv<k>
"......Playtime is over. Draw your weapon, Demon Empress."<K>

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//u킯b!!v<k>
"Never!!"

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//g|Ɖ<R ALT="`E"></R>OɁA̒j́cc
//܂Ɠ̍Ɣ̂H<k>
  Zhu's entire body is steel, and yet this man would suggest that her fist is at a disadvantage against his sword?

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//҂苶ɐgCA<R ALT="`E"></R>͍Ă<R ALT="R">E</R>ɖ肩B<k>
  Giving in to her white-hot wrath, Zhu falls upon Kong once more.

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//̕؂X͐؂ڂȂAw̓˕̔@B
//葬A蕡GɁcc
//܌̔ZsĕA藐Ă̘AZB
//́w{o㇗x́ATColOƂ̌m𑊎ɂĂA
//ĔjꂽƂ͂ȂB<k>

//ł<R ALT="R">E</R>͓łȂA͌y̒]킵ȂA
//ׂĊȂȂB
//ĂȂ̌t𑱂]TȂB<k>
  The unbroken roar of her fists is that of a raging storm, her attacks splitting the air with ever mounting speed and complexity.

  Eagle Claw's entire repertoire of secret techniques is employed, combined with feints to form the ultimate combination "Furious Dance of Beak and Talons." This art has never before been defeated, not even by another cyber-warrior.

  Yet Kong evades every strike without batting an eyelash, at times deflecting them with his sword, at others dodging them with <I>qinggong</I> jumps. He is even able to flaunt his superiority with continued insults.

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//uccxA
//Mlɂ̓`Xv<k>

//uMlɂƂĒvłɂȂ邱̏A
//wdẍꌂ́cc
//́gӁhォ낤v<k>
"......You have only one chance."<K>

"The Lightning Palm that can slay you with a single touch...... This attack alone will surely come after my will."<K>

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//IRƌ<R ALT="R">E</R>̐ɁAӈȏ̊B
//<R ALT="`E"></R>̑OŎn߂ČccȏB<k>
  There is an emotion besides frozen malice in Kong's voice now. For the first time since appearing before Zhu...... he reveals his hate.

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//u̎ŋMlɐGƂA
//͑z߂邾낤B
//̓{A<R ALT="C["></R>̔߂݂v<k>
"When this hand touches you, I will charge it with my wrath, and with Ruili's sorrow."

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//uقb!!v<k>
"Like hell!!"

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//n̕ڂ蔲ĕӐg̐A
//<R ALT="R">E</R>̓ɐ񂶂B
//EccmM̏uԁA<R ALT="`E"></R>͉̎艞炳ȂwɋCtAŕȈȂ̉ErӖڂB<k>

//<R ALT="R">E</R>̍AP͂ю́A
//܎ŵ𑵂܂܂̌`œVɓ˂hĂB<k>

//aꂽH
//hɓOĂ͂̓́AڂaH<k>

//<R ALT="R">E</R>hpB
//<R ALT="`E"></R>̉EI̔jfʂ́A܂錟߂<R ALT="W"></R>̘r̎c[ƈȂB<k>

//ꂪAdd̎dƂƂ̂H
//Ƃ[U[⒴głA
//gaꂽhG炢͎cƂ̂ɁB<k>
  A claw strike finally outpaces Kong's defense, slipping through the shining web drawn by his sword with the full power of Zhu's body behind it.

  <I>Got him</I>, Zhu thinks, certain of victory. An instant later, wondering why her fingers have not registered the impact, she is astonished to find her right arm missing from the elbow down.

  The hand that should have torn out Kong's throat is now stuck in the ceiling, fingers still poised for the lethal blow.

  When did he cut her? It should have taken everything he had to defend against her attacks. When could he have found time to strike?

  Kong has at last unveiled his <I>neigong</I> swordplay. The condition of her severed arm is exactly the same as what she found on Zhang's corpse last night.

  Is this really the work of a blade with mass and heft? Even a laser or soundwave at least gives the sensation of being cut.

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//uƁAv<k>
"Draw your weapon, I said."

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//{̂܂῝ɏPA<R ALT="`E"></R>͂߂ď𓥂݂߂B<k>

//ȏ̋J͋ȂB
//₩ɂ̒jEBSgSXāB<k>
  Dizzy with rage, Zhu plants her feet to keep from keeling over.

  She cannot allow any more of this mockery.
  She will kill this man now, if it takes everything that she has.

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//uƂccv<k>
"You asked for it......"

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//̋`̎񂩂Aɑ̃C[P[uoB
//̋ł͂ȂṔA
//тkɐAtꂽ_Chq̐nB<k>

//|ɂڂ̒́Ag̊{ܐ܂ł
//ڈƂ邪A<R ALT="`E"></R>̕ڂ͂ɔ{钷B
//܂ŃI[o[TCYł͑fU񂹂̂ł͂Ȃcc
//ȏ펯Ɏ̂́ATColpmʎ҂B<k>
  Suddenly, a thick wire cable emerges from her left wrist. Its glitter is not that of mere metal, but of the countless blades of diamond dust coating its surface.

  The ideal length of the whip used in martial arts is the distance from the wielder's jaw to her toes, but Zhu's weapon measures at least twice that. A whip so oversized can hardly be maneuvered with speed - or so one who is ignorant of cybernetic kung fu might think.


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//Pr[AdC[͐̂̂悤
//g˂炵A[܂łuɒɕB<k>
  With a twist of Zhu's wrist, the entire length of the massive wire leaps into the air like a living thing.

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//uˁB̂ɁAڂccv<k>
"You'll regret making me use my whip......"

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//sGȊ܏΂ɚns̐F܂ȂA<R ALT="`E"></R>͂̔j͂邩̂悤ɁÂ̎͂ɕڂU菄点ČE𒣂B
//csɒz郏C[̕\ʂŁA_C<R ALT="₷">k</R>nJ̔@PB<k>

//̑xƏdɉC̐؂ꖡ́Az邾ɋ낵B<k>
  Smiling with cruel glee, Zhu whirls her whip around her as though to show off its destructive power. Cutting through the air in all directions, the diamond dust on its surface makes it seem that she is at the center of a meteor shower.

  The grinding power of diamond files with such speed and weight behind them defies the imagination.

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//uɂȂȃb!!v<k>
"I'll tear you to shreds!!"

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//ez򖗂U炷ƂAP̎cɎTȂA
//|̕ڂ̖ҘAłĂ<R ALT="R">E</R>PB
//|̑e邩̔@ɍnB
//ړC􂭏ՌgB
//̑x͂͂≹𗽂ŗ]肠B<k>
  The steel whip unleashes its fury on Kong, scattering particles of light like the spray of a vast waterfall as it comes upon him again and again. A roar as of an endless string of firecrackers fills the room, the sound of the shockwave caused as the head of the whip shatters the sound barrier.

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//<R ALT="R">E</R>̓pɌy̋ɂ݂B
//O㍶EOςďPڂ̖ҍUA
//`󂯗ƂɉΉԂ炩B<k>

//Eӂ点ďPڂƁA
//𖳐Ŝ܂܂Ɍ}錕̕cc
//<R ALT="R">E</R>̑gċ炭ΉԂƌB<k>
  Here Kong's swordplay attains its ultimate celerity, sparks flying from his <I>wo dao</I> each time it deflects the frenzied lashes coming from all sides.

  As the murderous whip assaults Kong, his sword moves to defend him of its own volition. Surrounded by their dance, his body seems to glow with the flashes of light cast by the warring weapons.

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//ҍU𑱂ڂA₨_炵ĉɖzB<k>

//Uccڂ́A
//|ĖT̃fL^𒵂˔΂B<k>
  One of the whip's lashes suddenly takes it to the side, well off target.

  A miss, one might think...... until the weapon flings a nearby decanter into the air.

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//ʕ򗈂dKXAł̂Ƃ]킷<R ALT="R">E</R>B
//̓ɁAx͒ɕTChe[uB
//]ĔƂAwォPtCRTB<k>
  Kong ducks just in time to avoid the unexpected heavy glass projectile, which is immediately followed by a table plummeting towards his head. When he rolls to the side to avoid this, a LCD monitor attacks him from behind.

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//ό݂ɋς郏C[̓́A
//͂q̓ڏp̂ł͂ȂB<k>
  The ever-changing movements of Zhu's wire have far surpassed anything imagined by ancient masters of the whip.

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//܂łꎩgU{\ւ̂悤ɁA
//x苶C[͕̉Ƌ⒲xie΂B
//̎<R ALT="R">E</R>_Ă̂B
//w@x̓ڂ́A
//̊ԍɑ݂镨ׂ̂ĂƉB<k>
  Like an enormous serpent with a will of its own, the berserk wire sends every appliance and article of furniture in the room hurtling straight towards Kong. The whip of the Demon Empress transforms everything within reach into a lethal weapon.

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//uaĂ݂I@ƃbI@aĂ݂b!!v<k>
"Come on, <I>neijia</I>! Cut this if you can!!"

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//ŹAڎg̎ɂ̂ł͂ȂB
//<R ALT="`E"></R>̘rLтC[́Aꎩ̂
//_oHƓ͂hg`hccʂ̉Ȃ̂B
//LkA܂݂Ȃ睚̏_ӂ̂܂܂́A
//͋̐G肾B<k>
  It is not Zhu's skill alone that makes this mighty technique possible. The wire itself is a cybernetic limb that contains its own motors and nerve circuits, making it a literal extension of the arm from which it extends. It is a metal tentacle, both flexible and strong, able to expand, contract, and bend as it pleases.

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//ڂ̐[ɋdグAṽA[~O`FA򗈂B
//ŎJ鎿ʂł͂ȂB<R ALT="R">E</R>SOȂ]킷̂B<k>
  A leather armchair flies towards Kong, scooped into the air by the wire's tip. Realizing that it is too massive to parry, he wastes no time in taking evasive action.

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//AgP<R ALT="R">E</R>̊Oň֎q͐^Ɉ􂩂A
//ɑĉ̕ڂA{鐨ŏPĂB
//֎q̋Oῂ܂ɂA<R ALT="R">E</R>́w痴xƓxZcc
//<R ALT="`E"></R>Ȃ̈ӎԂłB<k>
  But as he twists his body out of harm's way, the chair splits in half right before his eyes, revealing the whip slicing towards him with even greater force than before.
  The same sort of sneak attack as Kong's Crouching Dragon Tail, with the chair's flight as the distraction. No doubt this is Zhu's revenge.

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//͂⑫^тł]킵ȂB
//<R ALT="R">E</R>͂܂炸wɓ]|ȂAhĕڂ̊PB<k>
  Footwork alone will not be enough to evade this attack. By immediately throwing himself into a backwards roll, Kong is barely able to escape death.

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//𓦂<R ALT="`E"></R>̕ڂ́Â܂܏ŃoEhA
//x̓KKւ̒􂳂Ȃ꒼<R ALT="R">E</R>PB
//ڂł͗L蓾Ȃg˂h̍UߎB
//܂TColp̐^B<k>

//]<R ALT="R">E</R>́Al̔fŃR[g̐𒵂ˏグB
//̕znՁXƊђʂ<R ALT="`E"></R>̕ړ́A
//ď؂Ŏ炵<R ALT="R">E</R>̖jA
//󂭗߉߂ɏIB<k>
  Zhu's whip is not about to let its prey escape. Bouncing off of the floor like a striking rattlesnake, it propels itself in a straight line towards Kong's face. This "thrust," which should be impossible for a whip, is a true technique of cybernetic kung fu.

  Rolling along the floor, Kong makes the split-second decision to throw the hem of his coat into the path of the whip. Although the weapon's tip easily pieces the fabric, he is able to shift his head enough that the wire only grazes his cheek.


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//̂₷ɂ΂A<R ALT="R">E</R>͂ɃR[gU肩A
//znڂɗ݂B
//ق̂킸ȖCRA
//ڂ߂<R ALT="`E"></R>̎ꙋ߂x点B<k>

//̈ꔯuԂɁcc<R ALT="R">E</R>k̕ړŒ͂ݎB<k>
  Before his blood can even go cold at the close call, Kong swiftly winds more of the thick coat around the whip. The resistance may be minimal, but for an instant it serves to keep Zhu from withdrawing her weapon.

  In that infinitesimal moment of time...... Kong seizes the diamond-coated wire with his left hand.

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//<R ALT="R">E</R>SɑfłȂA<R ALT="`E"></R>͖킸ڂA
//̌܎w𓤕̂悤ɍ藎ƂĂ낤B
//Aڂ<R ALT="R">E</R>̎wƂuĂ1̊v܁B
//̌1~b΁cc<k>
  If Kong's hand were bare, Zhu would not hesitate to pull back the whip and shred his fingers like so much tofu. However, there is a leather glove between her weapon and his palm, and if it takes even one millisecond to tear through it......

<BOX TYPE=2>
//gcch<k>
(Kuh......)

<BOX TYPE=0>
//ڂ͂܂ꂽƂ̈Ӗق̂́A
//<R ALT="`E"></R>̕lƂĂ̔f̎łB
//ό݂̃C[ڂ́A<R ALT="`E"></R>̘r̉B
//csɑ邻̔źA<R ALT="`E"></R>̉^_oɒĂB<k>
  It is her warrior's judgment that allows her to grasp the meaning of Kong's actions. Zhu's transforming whip is an extension of her arm, the circuits that allow it to move with such insane flexibility connected directly to her own motor nerves.

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//܂ə߂̔fŁA<R ALT="`E"></R>͉EȓSHՒfB
//rً̋}{gɒ΂āAƘrƂ̌B
//؂藣ꂽrAڂėꍞ񂾓dpX
//Ăsꂽ̂͂̒ゾB<k>

//݂ъԍđ΂闼҂̊ԂɁA
  In a flash, Zhu severs all connections to her right arm, igniting the emergency bolts to purge the limb from her shoulder. An instant later, Kong's electromagnetic pulse races down the whip and surges through the discarded arm.

  As the combatants face off outside each other's range,<se src="Q022rɗ" mode="on" option="single"> Zhu's arm, now little more than a paperweight, crashes to the floor between them.

//ЂƂȂc[Ɖ<R ALT="`E"></R>̋`肪ɗB<k>

//Ɍ̉VɁA<R ALT="`E"></R>͂͂<R ALT="傤"></R>AȂA
//܂Œǂ߂ꂽƂ̋JɐS]TȂB
//키O̗\̒ʂA<R ALT="R">E</R><R ALT="`E"></R>遖DĂB
//<R ALT="`E"></R>̈Ӓɂ̂́AN񐶂̈肾B
//◼rޏA܂ŏs킯ł͂ȂB<k>
  Now that the battle has reached this point, Zhu no longer has the luxury of pride, or hate, or even of shame at having been backed into this corner.

  As promised, Kong has stripped her of every ounce of arrogance. Every fibre of her being is now focused on the one attack that can wrest victory from the jaws of defeat. She may have lost both arms, but the fight is far from over.

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//uLGFFb!!v<k>
"Kieeeeeee!!"

<BOX TYPE=0>
//<R ALT="`E"></R>͑<R ALT="Ȃ">|</R>@ƂƂɏRA
//X<R ALT="R">E</R>̓ɒ􂵂B
//a点čfAN񐶂̉rB<k>

//đɌJoRŹA
//Eǂ炩<R ALT="R">E</R>̐nɌ}邾낤B
//̂ƂcŕAmɑ̔]VӂB<k>

//ꂪgƃTC{[OƂ̌IȍB
//ЂƂj΂܂ł̐l̂A
//g̃TC{[OƂȂΘb͈ႤB
//БƑ厖͂ȂB
//̈ꌂłɓ͂ΏȂ̂B<k>

//킢͔]Ғłj󂷂܂őB
//c̊튯͎ĝĂ̕iRB<k>
  With the ear-splitting cry of an eagle, Zhu leaps high into the air before diving straight at Kong's head. This near-suicidal attack is her last resort, the Continuous Dual Kick.

  Kong's sword will likely take one of her legs as she unleashes her flurry of kicks. However, nothing will prevent her other leg from crushing his skull.

  This is the insurmountable gap between human and cyborg. A body of flesh can succumb to a single cut artery, but a fully augmented cyborg has no such weakness. Lose both arms and a leg - it matters not, for a single hit is all that she needs to win.

  The fight will continue as long as her brain and spinal column are intact. All other parts can be discarded as necessary.

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//ォ甗<R ALT="`E"></R>̑orɁÂƂA
//<R ALT="R">E</R>̈꓁L蓾ȂŉB
//ccn͉iւ<R ALT="͂"></R>̂BhȓiɎN܂܂ŁB<k>
  Yet as Zhu's legs plunge towards him, Kong's sword does the unthinkable. It moves down, leaving his head completely exposed.

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<BOX TYPE=2>
//gnb!!h<k>
(Idiot!!)

<BOX TYPE=0>
//<R ALT="`E"></R><R ALT="R">E</R>𑨂邻̒OA<R ALT="R">E</R>̐ĝݍށB
//_A̒xŊl𓦂<R ALT="`E"></R>ł͂ȂB
//ř͘ZʂB
//<R ALT="R">E</R>ǂƓ邱Ƃ͊ȂB<k>
  Just as her heel is about to pulp his head, Kong drops his body low to the floor. This is hardly enough to shake Zhu, of course. The Continuous Dual Kick has six different strikes. Nothing Kong does will save him now.

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//n̋OՂV֔`B
//xB
//꓁͈̂r̂݁B̂ŕcc<k>
  The blade describes an arc back into the sky, but it is much too late. One sword can only defend against one leg, while the other leg is free to......

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//U肩g͂A<R ALT="`E"></R>̋r_̂ł͂ȂB
//ɑ傫ւ`̋OɁA_C߂P𗬂B<k>
  However, it is not Zhu's leg that Kong's sword is aiming for. As his weapon traces a wide circle in midair, the dust of diamonds shimmers in its wake.

<BOX TYPE=2>
//u!?v<k>
"!?"

<BOX TYPE=0>
//񂶂ĉiɐ点<R ALT="R">E</R>̈꓁́A̐؂ŁAɓ]Ă<R ALT="`E"></R>̋`cc̓ڂ̐[˂hĂ̂B
//<R ALT="R">E</R>͍Ăяɕ肴܁AɐU肩꓁ŁA݂グ󒆂ɐU񂵂̂łB<k>
  The reason Kong lowered his sword first...... was to spear Zhu's severed arm, still trailing the whip from its wrist. When he dropped his body and swung his blade into the air again, the limb came with it, wire and all.

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//Q`Đ񂷂ڂƂ̒[̋`͍̗v̂ŁA
//܂܂<R ALT="`E"></R>̋r𗍂ߎB<k>
  Like the Japanese <I>kusari-fundo</I>, the arm-weighted whip whirls straight into Zhu's legs, entangling them in its length.

<BOX TYPE=2>
//uȁccv<k>
"Wha......"

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<BOX TYPE=0>
//KErJ𕕂Ap<R ALT="`E"></R>B
//̓nɗA<R ALT="R">E</R>͑𓥂ݕςĐgNB<k>
  Unable to unleash her devastating kicks, Zhu spins out of control. Before her body can even hit the floor, Kong shifts his feet and surges up to meet her.

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//pȂɕ̈bԁB
//<R ALT="`E"></R>̖ڂ𑨂ėȂ̂́A
//L܎wɎd̟ZA̕KE̍Ɓcc
//RoƂ̌B<k>
  For the fraction of a second that she hangs powerless in the air, Zhu finds her gaze glued to Kong's left hand, spread fingers charged with the lightning of certain death...... and to the dark flames burning in his eyes.

//Ɍl͎Ȃ₽A
//͒nȂMB<k>

//hƂA邱ƂȂf̈uB
//bjɂĈڐɑ肸Aɂ͖ɓ̎ԁA
//<R ALT="`E"></R>͎n߂Ė키|Ɛ]݂߂B<k>
  She sees rage, colder than the hands of Death, and hate, hotter than the flames of Hell.

  The jaws of the Abyss open wide before her, inescapable and irresistible. The instant before they snap shut feels like an eternity, enough time for Zhu to savor the first terror and despair of her life.

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//<R ALT="`E"></R>̔A<R ALT="R">E</R>̍̏łB
//ݍ݂ԍB
//瑫oĎ܂ŉꂽ͂́A
//<R ALT="`E"></R>̐ĝ{̂悤ɕ̑Ζʂ܂ŝ˔΂B<k>

//̔j͂̉՗ɂ܂鐳̂́Aڂ̌`ɂ͌ȂB
//҂苶EMP̉ɑgĂA
//z₷錃ɂ𖡂킢ȂA
//<R ALT="`E"></R>͕ǂɌ˂ɐ▽ĂB<k>
  Kong's left hand catches Zhu in midair, slamming into her sternum with impeccable timing. His perfect step-in carries energy from the floor through his legs and hips into his wrist, giving his palm strike enough force to send Zhu's body flying across the room like a rag doll.

  But the true destructive power of Kong's merciless blow cannot be seen with the naked eye. Wracked with unimaginable pain as the raging EMP inferno consumes her from the inside out, Zhu is dead before she crashes into the far wall.

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//A
//ɉj܂܂ǧ`ɖ߂ĎcScc
//ĂѐÂ̍\ɖ߂<R ALT="^I["></R>́A
//ɓ]<R ALT="`E"></R>[Ɖ܂ܓȂ̂ĎA
//G܂Ě\B<k>
  As he withdraws his left hand, Taoluo brings his sword back into a defensive position to finish his attack. Having returned to a passive stance, he looks to confirm that Zhu has been reduced to a motionless husk - and suddenly falls to his knees, coughing blood.

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//ꝱ̎d́A
//܂Ă<R ALT="^I["></R>̑Dɐ[𕉂킹ĂB<k>

//̓ʂAĂ̓dB
//<R ALT="`E"></R>2A5lɂ3܂
//wdxU邤HڂɂȂB
//]ŎĂ悤Ȃ̂B<k>
  Once again, the Lightning Palm has left a deep scar inside Taoluo's body. Such is the sacrifice one must make to kill a cyborg.

  This is the second night in a row that he has used Electromagnetic Discharge, with no time in between to heal his internal damage. To make matters worse, he was forced to wield the Lightning Palm twice against Zhu and three times against the five men downstairs. By doing this, he is essentially shaving years off of his own life.

<se src="a_Ɏ߂" mode="on" option="single">
<bustup name="U摜" face="U\" align="left" mode="off">
<bustup name="st^I[⍞" face="Ζڕ" align="right">
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//ucctv<k>
"......Hmph."

<BOX TYPE=0>
//A]ނƂ낾B
//͂₱̖ɖ͂ȂB
//<R ALT="C["></R>̋w𓢂ĂȂAł͂ȂB<k>
  So be it.<K>
  He no longer has any attachment to this life. Is it not a small price to pay to avenge Ruili?

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<bustup name="stC[苹" face="\" align="left">
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//<R ALT="^I["></R>̖TɁACΔނ̘AKCmChȂłB
//A𗬂lԂ̖lȗĺA̖ڂɂǂf̂낤B
//ˑRA@B̏Ɍt͂ȂB<k>
  Taoluo looks up to find his gynoid companion standing beside him. What is she thinking as she sees this pitiful, wounded man coughing blood? As always, the girl-doll says nothing.

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<BOX TYPE=3>

//uccv<k>
"......"

<BOX TYPE=0>
//̎q̏ΊA̍Aɐ߂邱Ƃ҂ĂȂ
//CtāA<R ALT="^I["></R>͋꒏Ɋc߂B<k>

//߂͂Ȃ̂ɁB
//]A^A󂯓ꂽ͂̂ɁB<k>
  Realizing that even now he still hopes to see her smile and hear her voice once more, Taoluo's face twists into a grimace of pain and sorrow.

  He thought that he had given in to despair, that he had accepted fate.<K>
  And yet......

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<BOX TYPE=1>
//g_𐅂̂悤Ȃ̂Ɖ肵Ă݂悤h<k>
"Suppose that the mind is like a bottle of water."

<BOX TYPE=0>
//L̒̐hBYꋻ悤ɊyȁA
//łāAƂقǗ₩ȐB<k>
  A voice plays back in his head. It is playful, as though describing a new game, and at the same time is cold enough to freeze a man's blood.

<BOX TYPE=1>
//gr̒̐5̔tɋݕāAꂩʂ̕rɏWߒBccŏ̕rƐVrƁA͓̐̂Ȃ̂ۂHh<k>
"You pour the water into five cups, then pour those five cups into a different bottle. Is the water in the new bottle the same as the water in the old bottle, or not?"

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<BOX TYPE=3>
//uӂȁccv<k>
"How dare you......"

<BOX TYPE=0>
//tՂďoB
//wqxA׈̌B
//z͐lԂ̍rtŌvƎvĂB<k>
  A growl forces itself from his lips, directed at the Profane Scalpel, a manifestation of Evil who thinks that the human soul can be measured in bottles and cups.

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//ȒǰtMׂł͂ȂB
//z͐Cł͂ȂBׂĂ͓z̖ϑzB<k>

//Ȃ̂ɁAv̂ɉ́cc<k>
  His words are not to be trusted. They are only the delusional ravings of a madman.

  But if that is what Taoluo believes, then why......

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<BOX TYPE=3>
//gȂ́A܂ɂHh<k>
(Why am I here?)

<BOX TYPE=0>
//ɂ͉炸̋~勓ĉ񂹂ĂB
//͎̂EsׂB
//Ƃɂł͂ȂA˂΂ȂȂw͂3lB
//͂܂ɏꏊł͂ȂB
//قĂȂcc<k>
  Reinforcements from the Society will arrive en masse before long. To tarry is suicide. His life may be worthless to him, but he still has three men to kill.<K>
  Taoluo knows that he must not die here, but still he......

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//o<R ALT="^I["></R>̎ɁA̐l`a蕨nB
//<R ALT="`E"></R>悱KCmCh̎Aē]P[uPDAB<k>
  The girl-doll passes her burden into his outstretched hands - the severed head of Zhu's gynoid, and the PDA with transfer cables.

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<BOX TYPE=3>
//ǵccĂHh<k>
(.......What am I doing?)

<BOX TYPE=0>
//Ȃ̒̎]ɁA
//<R ALT="^I["></R>݂̎͗ȂƓƂĉĂB
//cc̃KCmCh̃P[uŘAAPDAڑB
//]R}ȟĂяoB<k>
  Ignoring his own question, Taoluo reenacts the task that he performed last night. His hands are swift and sure as they connect the PDA to each gynoid's memory.
  He calls up the transfer command.

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<BOX TYPE=3>
//ǵcch<k>
(I......)

<BOX TYPE=0>
//RETURNL[OŁA悤₭w~܂B
//ӎ̂ɗpӖ[<R ALT="^I["></R>g̎肪A
//Ō̌f𔗂ĂB<k>
  At last his fingers stop, hovering over the return key. Having completed the preparations without him, Taoluo's hands now demand that he himself make the final decision.

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//wqx̌ɋU肪Ȃ̂ȂA
//ꂩN邱Ƃ́A<R ALT="CXo[">ER</R>ƂႤB
//f[^̓]ł͏IȂB
//]ʐ̐l`̃͋łȂA<R ALT="W"></R>̃KCmCh
//<R ALT="C["></R>̒fЂ܂ĂB<k>

//ݎɁAtB
//ꂽ́Ar̒ō荇B<k>

//̂ƂN̂́ANƂ̂ȂՁB
//wqx̎dg񂾖pA悢<R ALT="^I["></R>̑OŎB<k>

//̈ҁBłݑȂB
//z<R ALT="C["></R>ɂB<R ALT="^I["></R>̂l̖B<k>

//S{O̔yłĂA̍˔\͖{B
//Ă̒j͊w̒B
//Ȑl̐̉h؂ɔwĂ܂ŁA
//̐_ǂ߂jB<k>

//ނ͂̐̒N[AmȂ̂ސ[ցcc
//鮓]ʂƂ֒f̗̈ɓݍ񂾁B
//lƂĂ̋E𓥂݉zāB<k>

//V̍˂́AV̗𕢂̂H
//͗L蓾Ȃƌ؂̂H<k>
  If the Profane Scalpel's words are not false, then what is about to happen will be no mere wraith burn. Data will not simply be transferred. The target's memory is not empty, but contains the fragment of Ruili already recovered from Zhang's gynoid.

  One more cup of water will be poured in, to mix inside the new bottle with what is already there.

  A miracle will occur, the likes of which no one has ever seen. The Profane Scalpel's sorcery will finally be revealed before Taoluo's eyes.

  The Scalpel is a demon. Taoluo can never hate him enough for making Ruili, his precious sister, into a tool for his experiments.

  Yet although he is an inhuman creature, his genius is real. Once he was the darling of the academic world. Fame and glory were his, and he forsook it all to seek out the mysteries of the soul.

  He has gone deeper into the unknown than anyone before him, to dark places where undiscovered secrets dwell...... to the forbidden reaches that can only be revealed through the "soul transfer." And in doing so, he has crossed a line that no man must cross.

  Can his genius overthrow the will of Heaven? Is such a thing truly impossible?

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//̂ȂϖB
//̓߂SŁA<R ALT="^I["></R>PDÃL[@B
  Desperately seeking an escape from the agony of doubt, Taoluo presses the button.
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//ɓ]JnB߂͂łȂB<k>
  The transfer begins at once. There is no going back now.

<BOX TYPE=2>
//uccccv<k>
"......Ah......"

<BOX TYPE=0>
//҂Ɛgk킹A
//ɋ悤ɖڂJčdKCmChB
//Ɠ<R ALT="CXo[">ER</R>B
//͂邩ɗA<R ALT="^I["></R>̐S_ߏグB<k>
  The gynoid jerks, eyes flung open as if in surprise. These are the same symptoms of wraith burn that he saw last night. The shiver that runs down his spine now, however, makes the discomfort he felt then pale in comparison.

<BOX TYPE=2>
//uAAAӁccv<k>
"Uh, ah, ka, hu......"

<BOX TYPE=0>
//ÓAɂ@Bl`RƂzƂ͗lqႤB
//̔ޏ́cc܂Ŗ{̎qኂ̔N̂悤ɁAk܂ŐXB<k>

//<R ALT="CXo[">ER</R>ł͂ȂB͑flڂɂB<k>

//<R ALT="񂤂">ßT</R>ɝꂽȎg̐SAɂĂ悤₭<R ALT="^I["></R>͗B<k>
  Last time, her convulsions were those of a malfunctioning doll. This time, however...... even her trembling is realistic, like that of a child who has developed a bad fever.

  Even Taoluo, a neophyte, can tell that this is no mere wraith burn.

  Here, at last, he understands the meaning behind the gloom that has clouded his heart until now.

<BOX TYPE=3>
//ǵccwqx̍˔\
//^Ă킯ł͂ȂB
//<R ALT="C["></R>̕߂Ă킯łȂh<k>

//gA낵Ȃ̂B
//^ȂȂƂ̉gh<k>

//g<R ALT="C["></R>hƁAMĂ܂Ƃcc
//̉ǂȂĂ܂̂cch<k>
(It's...... not that I doubt the Scalpel's skill, nor that I've given up on restoring Ruili.)

(I'm just afraid, afraid of what will happen to me when I truly believe.)

(Of what I will become...... when Ruili's resurrection is no longer a fantasy.)

<BOX TYPE=0>
//MBM̂|B<k>

//̏ō鮓]ʂ߂Kv͂ȂB
//ƈSȏꏊ܂œтĂłǂB<k>

//<R ALT="^I["></R>͂ȏAf킳ꂽȂB
//^摗ɂ܂܂ł́AƂɂ͐i߂ȂB<k>

//ƂAcc
//̏ɁA
//_̏YlݍłĂꂽȂcc
//ⓚp̏\C΂A<R ALT="^I["></R>Ƃ̐l`
//􂫂ɂĂꂽȂcc<k>

//̂܂܁AɍςށB
//m炸ɍςށB<k>
  He wanted to believe, but he was afraid to.

  There was no need to begin the soul copy here. He could have fled to a safe place first.

  However, Taoluo does not want to be in the dark any longer. Until the truth is revealed, he cannot take a single step more.

  Or perhaps......<K>
  Perhaps he is hoping that the Qingyun Society's executioners will storm in, that their merciless cannonfire will tear him and this doll to shreds.

  He would not have to learn the answer, then. He would not have to see this through to the end.

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//gÁcch<k>
(If only I......)

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//킸ȈُL@B
//KCmCh̕͏ŏLグĂB
//ntL@A
//Ƃ킸ڂƂ킸ƂRoďɓHĂB
//<R ALT="CXo[">ER</R>͏IĂB<k>

//PDẢtʂ́A]̃_CAO\܂ܑҋ@B
//G[́cc[B<k>

//ׂẴf[^𒊏oIl`́A
//܂ܔނ̂悤ɁAق낵ĂB<k>

//ccς͂ȂB
//GėhNʂ̂ƁA<R ALT="^I["></R>͋鋰L΂B<k>
  A faint stench tickles his nose. The gynoid's disembodied head is giving off foul smoke, the melted remains of its biomemory chip dripping from every orifice. The wraith burn is over.

  The PDA's display shows that the transfer has been completed. Taoluo looks for errors...... and finds none.

  Now that all of the data has been poured into her head, the girl-doll is standing motionless, her eyes half closed as if sleepwalking.

  ......Nothing has changed. Taoluo timidly reaches towards her, wondering if he should try to shake her awake.

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//͂Ƌ肩߂̂悤ɁA
//ڂJĔނグB<k>

//sӂ̈YɖʐĤ悤ȁAȋ̑B
//ꂾ̕\A܂Ō͂}ɕsӂɍ炢Ԃ̂悤ɁA
//Ɛl`<R ALT="">e</R>ʂĂB<k>
  Without warning, as though awakening from a nap, the girl opens her eyes and looks up at him.

  She looks slightly surprised, like the victim of an unexpected prank.
  Yet even that meager expression makes the doll's face come alive, like a dead branch that has suddenly blossomed.

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//uAɁccA܁ccHv<k>
"Bro......ther......?"

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<BOX TYPE=3>
//ucc!?v<k>
"......!?"

<BOX TYPE=0>
//AAācc؂B
//錃<R ALT="񂺂">ӑR</R>ƂȂ<R ALT="^I["></R>ł̂߂B<k>
  Shock, joy...... and awe. An indescribable array of emotion strikes Taoluo a mighty blow, shaking him to the very foundation of his being.


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//ucĉH@<R ALT="C["></R>Accv<k>
"......You know me? Ruili, you know who I am?"

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//uɁA܁ccCÁcc
//ɁA܁ccv<k>
"Bro...ther...... Ruili's...... bro...ther......"

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<BOX TYPE=0>
//ǂǂŁAȂtɏ点āA
//ꂩl`̏́A͂ɂ񂾂悤ȏΊB<k>
  The words come little by little, her pronunciation stilted as if just learning to speak, and then the girl-doll breaks into a bashful smile.

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//Al`ƌĂ̂낤H
//̊፷A΂݂A߂̂܂܂̖̊B<k>

//̐ĺAĖ߂ȂB
//܂ꗎĝ𔲂oāAi炦lԂ͂ȂB<k>
  But can she really be called a doll? With this gaze and smile identical to Ruili's?

  The dead can never return. No mortal can live apart from the body granted to them by Heaven.

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<BOX TYPE=3>
//u͂Bɂ܁cc
//AւȂĂv<k>
"Aha! Brother...... your face looks so funny!"

<BOX TYPE=2>
//ucc<R ALT="C["></R>ccv<k>
"......Ruili......"

<BOX TYPE=0>
//ȗmȂA<R ALT="^I["></R>͊ɋB
//̍K̏uԂɁAŜׂĂ𒍂ŋB<k>
  Taoluo knows these laws, and yet the tears of joy come. In this blessed moment, his soul pours out everything that it has.

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//Ƃ́AV̗ɔwB
//ɓݏo҂OƂB
//ɏZ܂҂SƂB<k>

//ꂴ֊̌ɁA
//ē͂Ȃ͂̊]҂󂯂cc
//mĂ܂ƂAl͐lł邱Ƃ߂B<k>

//<R ALT="^I["></R>͎oĂB
//Ȃl̓OAS̓ɑƂB<k>

//͂≽ނj݂͂܂B
//̈꓁ŁAӐǧŁA񂾖hƂ̂Ȃcc
//͂≽ɂB
//AlȂʋSB<k>

//VӂmʁB_mʁB
//͂̈꓁ɓqCB<k>
  The path of the profane is that which goes against the will of Heaven. Those who set foot on it are called villains. Those who live on it are called demons.

  When he learns that that which he most desires, yet can never have, lies within reach beyond the unforgivable...... then a man abandons his humanity.

  Taoluo knows that he has fallen from the path of the righteous, that he now treads the path of the profane.

  Nothing can stand before him now. If by sword and life-consuming palm his sister can be brought back from the dead...... then he will sacrifice everything to see it so.

  What shall the demon fear, bound no more by human conscience?

  No matter the will of Heaven. No matter the wrath of gods.
  I am a demon, and this blade is my guide.

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<BOX TYPE=3>
//uNNccNNNccv<k>
"Heh...... Hahaha......."

<BOX TYPE=0>
//΂AՂďoB
//͎Ycc
//<R ALT="^I["></R>SɈ񂾉O̗AɊkjězS̐B
//lȂ<R ALT="傤"></R>̏΂B<k>

//A<R ALT="傤"></R>ō\ȂB
//cO<R ALT="C["></R>̌ЁÂׂĂɓ܂ŁB<k>
  Laughter emerges from his throat. It is the first cry of the thing that has just hatched from the egg of Taoluo's wrath, the voice of something inhuman as it breaks free of its shell.

  Yes, he will become a demon if he must.
  Until the three remaining pieces have been recovered, and Ruili is whole once more.

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