Villain: Your Heroines Were Delicious

Chapter 152: Chapter 17

Suzune, Haruka, Sosuke and Hari immediately felt the space itself began to vibrate as the pale, ethereal Ki swirling around Seijirou was no longer a gentle mist; it had become a localized pressure front, cold and sharp enough to make the air in the auditorium feel like a vacuum.

Seijirou shifted his weight, like a predator preparing for a lethal lunge, and was about to strike Yoshiro when a massive, calloused hand clamped onto his shoulder.

It was Jun, who had moved with a surprising, heavy speed, his fingers digging into Seijirou’s shoulder like iron talons.

“No need to escalate things further, boy,” Jun rumbled, his voice thick with a warning. “Know that at this moment, the Rebel Council is busy fending off the Bully Society’s desperate counter-attacks. We can’t afford to waste too much manpower on a backwater district like this. But if you draw blood now, we will be forced to send a legion. We will wreck the 24th District until there isn’t a single stone left standing.”

But Seijirou didn’t answer with words, he didn’t even look back.

Jun thought that his warning worked and he took back his hands, “That’s right, behave yourself. Now then, let’s—”

He didn’t get to finish, as with a sudden, violent twist of his torso, Seijirou drove his elbow backward.

It struck Jun squarely in the chest, precisely in the bruised spot Seijirou had damaged moments before.

The sound of impact was a sickening thud of displaced air and cracking bone as Jun let out a pained cough, the air leaving his lungs as he stumbled back, heaving for breath.

Then, as if losing all his strength, he knelt to the ground.

In the same heartbeat, Seijirou turned his fury on Yoshiro.

The Nemean Lion warrior was still reeling from the previous blow, too stunned to react as Seijirou’s hand clamped onto his face like a vice.

Before Yoshiro could even try to defend himself, Seijirou slammed him into the marble floor with enough force to create a crater.

Seijirou the mounted him instantly, and with his fists were encased in solid, vibrating white Ki, he struck Yoshiro’s face, sending a few pieces of his teeth flying away.

And he didn’t stop there.

He didn’t use a technique; he used a primal, rhythmic violence, swinging his fists in a relentless barrage against Yoshiro’s head.

Yoshiro’s Karyoku, the Nemean Lion, was a nightmare for most warriors.

It granted him a conceptual invincibility to “Tools Made by Man”—arrows, guns, and blades were useless against his hide. And he can even tank a Nuclear Explosion, although the radiation that followed would kill him.

But just as the legend of Heracles dictated, there were two ways to kill the beast: a weapon that possess even a faint trace of divinity, and the raw, suffocating power of a man’s bare hands.

Seijirou was delivering the latter.

“Shtaph! Shtaph!” Yoshiro begged, his voice a wet, garbled mess.

Almost all of his teeth were already skittering across the floor like dice, and his nose was a shattered ruin, with his face was becoming a featureless mask of swelling and blood.

He was now beyond recognisable.

“P-Phleash….” Yoshiro cried, tears and snot along with blood keep falling from his eyes and nose.

But Seijirou wasn’t listening, or rather, he doesn’t intend to listen.

Just then…

“You! Enough you bastard!” Jun roared, surging to his feet.

A green burst of spirit energy flared out of his body as a gargantuan phantom of an Eastern Dragon materialized behind him, its green scales shimmering with a dark, oily light.

The dragon’s power flowed into Jun, coating his skin in impenetrable green scales and sprouting two jagged horns from his brow along with a dragon tail.

Jun immediately darted towards Seijirou and reached down and grabbed his cocked fist. “Do you really wish to declare war on the Rebel Council over a single girl?!”

Seijirou paused and stared at him, his eyes like twin voids, devoid of any emotion. “Declare war? You’re the ones who broke into my territory. You’re the ones who touched my people. You started this. I’m just going to finish it.”

Jun’s eyes widened as he felt a terrifying surge of strength.

Despite his dragon-like grip, Seijirou’s arm moved with the inevitability of a hydraulic press as he overpowered Jun’s hold, breaking free, and delivered one final, thunderous blow to Yoshiro’s face.

CRACK.

Yoshiro’s jaw was instantly dislocated. His golden mane and tail flickered and died as he lost consciousness, his Karyoku retreating into the depths of his soul.

Seijirou stood up, ignoring the gasping Jun who stared at Yoshiro in shock, and walked toward Haruka as the cold, lethal aura vanished instantly, replaced by a quiet, serene presence.

“Are you okay?” he asked gently, reaching out a hand to caress her cheeks.

Haruka nodded, though her face remained pale. “Physically, I will recover. But your actions are completely illogical, Seijirou. You have now officially offended the Rebels, and we cannot predict how the Bully Society will react when they find out we raided their district leader and beat their executives. We are now likely facing two massive organizations simultaneously.”

“Just shut up and accept my care,” Seijirou sighed, before letting out a small, tired smirk on his lips. “Feelings aren’t supposed to be logical, you know. You were hurt. That’s more than enough reason for me to throw away logic and act.”

Haruka stared at him, her analytical mind processing a variable she could never quite calculate.

But, just as always, she gave a faint smiled that disappeared quickly as it appeared and nodded. “I know. Thank you.”

“Seiji…” Suzune, holding Haruka, called out and pointed at Jun, “That man seems to want to continue this fight.”

“Oh?” Seijirou turned.

Behind them, Jun finally moved.

He looked at the broken Yoshiro, then at Seijirou, and finally at Sosuke, who had watched the entire exchange in grim silence.

“It seems you are really intent on going to war with us,” Jun said, his voice dropping into a low dangerous hum that made the air vibrate.

Seijirou snorted, “That’s my line. It seems like you people are intent on going to war with me.”

If push comes to shove, he can always sicc Retsu at that. Can a mere organisation made up of teenagers and young people stop the rampage of that woman who boasted she can even kill a god?

He doesn’t think so.

Jun gritted his teeth and turned to Sosuke. “Is this your attitude as well, 24th District Leader? Will you stand with this brat against the Council?”

Sosuke met his gaze evenly. “I have always been loyal to the Society. And the Society does not take orders from a deserter of the 4th District.”

Jun stared at them before he took a deep, rattling breath. “Is that so? Very well. Let me show you the difference between the old leaders and the current one.”

At that moment, a roar erupted from his lungs that shattered every remaining window in the auditorium.

Then, a massive, suffocating tidal wave of spirit energy exploded from his body, completely engulfing the entire room.

Seijirou tried to lunge forward to stop the transformation, but the sheer pressure of the spirit energy sent him flying back into the front row of seats.

“Damn it…” He cursed, unable to get close.

It took nearly a minute for the energy to settle.

When the dust cleared, the ceiling of the Saint Shinomiya school building had completely collapsed, exposing the cold, indifferent night sky.

And there, standing in the center of the ruins was no longer a man.

It was a massive Eastern Dragon, fifteen meters long with shimmering emerald scales and a body thick as an ancient oak, coiled through the air above the stage.

Its eyes were burning lanterns of jade, and its breath came in clouds of caustic steam.

Both Sosuke and Hari took a deep breath, staring at the creature in shock. Unlike Haruka and Suzune, whose knowledge about Karyoku was quite shallow, the two of them have been in Bully Society for years!

Yet even so, they had never heard of a Karyoku User taking on the form of the spirit they made a contract with!

And they can feel, from the sheer power radiating off of him, that this dragon was at least three times stronger than before!

“Hahaha! Are you scared?!” the dragon laughed, the voice still holding the jagged edge of Jun’s personality. “You should be! This is Oversoul! The next stage of Karyoku that you children haven’t even dreamed of! Unlike your basic state where the spirit merely grants you crumbs of power, Oversoul allows the spirit to possess the contractor entirely, allowing the contractor to gain all abilities and skills of their spirit! At this moment, I am the Dragon now!”

The dragon’s tail lashed, effortlessly pulverizing a marble pillar.

“Now… who wants to be the first to die!?”

Seijirou stared at the creature, completely indifferent. He faced Ichibei and trained under him for a week, and it all combat training to allow him to quickly control his Ki and Origin.

Compared to that imposing old man whose presence felt like the sky itself was pressing down on you, this dragon was like a worm trying to stand up and intimidate a hungry eagle.

However, this Oversoul was actually quite interesting.

Is this like a “B°nkai” or something? No, it was probably similar to “R°surrección”.

But it doesn’t matter, it’s only at that level, just merely interesting, but not threatening.

He took a step forward, his pale white Ki starting to turn Gold as his Origin activated as he grinned at the dragon.

“Let’s see if you are capable of killing me.”