BANG!
Rhine's metal body was slammed viciously against the alloy wall, leaving a clear, man-shaped dent.
He slid to the floor, his bionic skin ruptured, revealing the metal skeleton beneath.
Ten meters away, Number 18 slowly retracted her right leg.
Not a single strand of her smooth, blonde hair was out of place, and her delicate face remained devoid of any expression.
Pfft.
Rhine spat out a mouthful of black lubricant, his eyes losing focus.
'This woman is a monster!'
Every one of her attacks was like a perfectly executed script, precisely striking within the one-ten-thousandth-of-a-second gap in his Magic Circuits' operation, leaving him unable to exert his power.
"Again," Number 18's voice was as cold as frost.
Rhine gritted his teeth, a blue light once again glowing in his palm.
This was already the fifth day of "Hell Week."
Every day, he was like a punching bag, getting completely thrashed by Number 18 for a full hour.
