It couldn't be helped; one could only blame Sister Hana's temperament for being far too deceptive.
That gentle-as-water, girl-next-door demeanor made it far too easy for people to lower their guard. Even the shrewd Fisk had his doubts when they first met, fearing this woman with "feminine compassion" wouldn't be able to handle the underworld.
But in reality?
She was definitely the strongest trump card in Su Modie's hand.
In all fairness, even if the other Villainess incarnations were to gang up on Unohana Retsu...
The one most likely to walk out standing would still be her.
One only needed to look at Sister Hana's interface to see her absurd Marvel six-dimensional attributes—
[Current incarnation: Unohana Retsu (First Kenpachi / Unohana Yachiru)]
[Source: God of Death Plane]
[Intelligence: 5 (As one of the oldest Captains in the Soul Society, she possesses a thousand years of combat wisdom and profound knowledge of Kaido. She is not only a master of slaughter but also a top-tier physician, capable of instantly perceiving an enemy's weaknesses and her own injuries.)]
[Strength: 4 / 5 (As a Captain-level God of Death, she possesses the monstrous strength to crush rocks and buildings. After releasing her seal to return to her 'Yachiru' form and activating Bankai, the weight of her slashes is enough to overpower even Zaraki Kenpachi in terms of strength.)]
[Speed: 5 / 6 (Proficient in Shunpo, her reaction and swinging speeds are so fast that even experts of the same level find her difficult to track.)]
[Durability: 6 (While she doesn't have an immortal body, she possesses terrifying vitality and a massive total of Spiritual Pressure. Combined with her peak Kaido techniques, she can heal fatal wounds in the blink of an eye during combat, allowing her to maintain high-intensity deathmatches for long periods.)]
[Energy Projection: 6 (Possesses top-tier Spiritual Pressure reserves among Captains and is proficient in high-level Kidō. The blood-colored Spiritual Pressure released by her Bankai covers a vast area.)]
[Fighting Skills: 7 (She has mastered all the styles and sword arts in the world, hence the name 'Yachiru.' She is the pinnacle of swordsmanship in the Soul Society, and in terms of pure technique, no one can surpass her.)]
(Note: "/" is used to distinguish between the values of her "usual gentle suppressed state" and her "First Kenpachi full-power state.")
5, 5, 6, 6, 6, 7.
It's worth noting that in the official ratings of the Marvel Universe, the maximum attribute limit is 7.
What a terrifying set of values...
In particular, Sister Hana's stats are quite rare in the Marvel Universe; she's a true all-rounder.
For example, characters with superb fighting skills often have average physical stats, like Daredevil and Shang-Chi, while those with explosive physical stats like Thor and Hulk often have average fighting techniques.
Calling her a "stat monster" doesn't even begin to describe it; this is practically a max-level BOSS account.
Despite holding such a card that could steamroll the battlefield, Su Modie had strictly suppressed this First Kenpachi's killing intent.
For over half a year of living, she hadn't let her participate in a single direct confrontation, making her work diligently in the rear every day, churning out healing spells.
This long period of forbearance had kept her true combat power completely hidden, without a single leak.
Looking at it now, it really had a miraculous effect!
After all, who could have guessed?
A logistical big sister who was the friendliest in the team, had the gentlest smile, and whose very sword ability transformed into a flying fish to heal people...
...would actually be a perverted demon who took pleasure in slaughter?
It was no wonder Su Modie had sighed like that when she first summoned her:
"In this world, no one is more deserving of the title 'Villainess' than Unohana Yachiru."
Unohana Retsu raised her Zanpakutō.
Thick, viscous blood continuously surged from the blade.
Its form shifted eerily between liquid and solid, sometimes as straight as a longsword, other times curving like a whip.
She tilted her head slightly, her deep black eyes locking onto Loki.
"A god of Asgard?" Her cold voice echoed in the empty, blood-colored space. "Do your best... to entertain me."
As soon as she finished speaking, to Loki's shocked eyes, Unohana Retsu's figure suddenly vanished.
Too fast!
Loki's pupils constricted, and relying entirely on combat instinct, he crossed his two daggers in front of him.
Clang—!
The ear-piercing sound of metal clashing erupted as the two figures met and instantly separated.
Unohana Retsu stopped a few meters away as if taking a stroll, her back to him, and with a flick of her wrist, she shook off the blood droplets from the tip of her blade.
The moment the blood hit the ground, Loki's sturdy Asgardian armor cracked like fragile paper.
Several bone-deep gashes burst open on his chest, arms, and thighs out of thin air.
Blood gushed out, and the intense pain instantly shattered his reason, making him let out a shrill scream.
He panicked.
This God of Mischief, who had always prided himself on being elegant, felt for the first time in his life the panic of an ant looking up at a giant beast.
Enduring the sharp pain, he raised his hand, and with a flash of golden light, the Scepter embedded with the Mind Stone appeared.
He drove the Scepter almost frantically, sending bolts of deep blue energy raining down on Unohana Retsu's back in a sneak attack.
The beams slammed into that slender back without resistance, tearing through the pure white haori and blasting a terrifying blood hole in her shoulder.
However, in the next second, Loki's expression froze.
A plume of white steam suddenly rose from the gruesome wound.
In the blink of an eye, the mangled flesh and broken bones healed as if they were brand new, visible to the naked eye.
She hadn't even dodged!
She took the full damage with her physical body, then turned around and raised that blood-dripping curved blade again without any expression.
What kind of monster was this?!
Only one word remained in Loki's mind—Escape!
Without hesitation, he activated his illusion magic. Dozens of identical Lokis instantly split off, fleeing frantically in all directions, while his main body concealed itself, attempting to find the boundary of this space.
Unohana Retsu's gaze was flat as she casually swung her blade.
A wave of dark red blood whistled across the ground.
Like reaping wheat, it easily sliced through the dozens of clones at the waist.
The illusions shattered one after another like bubbles.
In his invisible state, Loki's heart pounded wildly as he ran for his life, but in his panic, he overlooked a fatal flaw.
In this domain of "Minazuki," the ground was already covered in churning blood.
His invisible feet stepped into the thick pool of blood, and with every step he took, he kicked up a noticeable ring of blood-colored ripples.
"Caught you."
A second sharp slash followed like a shadow, accurately striking the transparent silhouette.
Loki groaned as his protective magic was forcibly shattered. He tumbled back into his original form, falling heavily into the sea of blood.
He struggled to lift his head and look around, suddenly realizing a fact that plunged him into despair.
The surrounding skyscrapers and ruins had long since vanished without a trace.
This was no longer New York, not even Earth, but a blood-colored deathmatch cage belonging solely to him and this madwoman before him!
No boundaries, no way out.
The only way to get out of here alive was to kill the woman in front of him.
Realizing this, Loki felt cold all over, and despair submerged him like this sea of blood.
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