The Slit-Mouthed Woman scrambled up from the ground, leaned forward, and charged, launching another attack.
The giant scissors in her hands dragged a pale, cold gleam through the night, aiming straight for Tomie's beautiful face.
She wanted to tear that mouth to shreds!
She was going to make this woman who dared to mock her even uglier than herself!
Faced with this lethal attack, the smile on Tomie's face only deepened.
She pulled out a baseball bat gleaming with a cold metallic luster from behind her back.
Then, she bent her knees, assuming the perfect stance of a professional hitting a home run!
"Clang—!"
Tomie's bat smashed solidly against the Slit-Mouthed Woman's scissors.
A tremendous force traveled down the blades.
The webbing between the Slit-Mouthed Woman's thumbs and index fingers split open, and her hands could no longer grip the giant shears.
"Bang!"
Both she and her scissors were sent flying by the strike.
The Slit-Mouthed Woman stumbled back seven or eight steps before barely steadying herself. Black blood dripped from the handles onto the ground.
In the distance, Yang Yi, who was watching from the sidelines, was very satisfied with this performance.
Special forces-level combat instincts, top-tier killing techniques, superhuman strength, all paired with Tomie's bizarre, immortal constitution.
This "Martial Arts Tomie" was indeed an interesting person.
On the street, Tomie didn't pause for a single second after her swing.
With a twist of her wrist, she violently flicked the bat upward.
"Smack!"
It viciously struck the Slit-Mouthed Woman's chin.
The massive white surgical mask covering most of her face was knocked clean off.
The Slit-Mouthed Woman's true face was completely exposed under the cold moonlight.
It was a horrifying wound that split from the corners of her mouth almost all the way to the roots of her ears. Hideous scar tissue, curled red flesh, and gleaming white teeth were laid bare.
"Whoa."
Tomie exaggeratedly fanned the air in front of her nose and took a step back in disgust.
"You really are ugly to the extreme."
"Looking like that, where do you get the confidence to go around asking people if you're pretty? If I turned out like you, I would've killed myself ages ago!"
"Trash like you makes people want to throw up just looking at you," she tilted her head, smiling with innocent cruelty. "You should just find an empty corner and end it all!"
Tomie's insults were never veiled.
"Heh... hehe..."
The Slit-Mouthed Woman let out a strange noise from her throat. Her head lowered, and her body began to tremble violently.
The surrounding temperature plummeted.
A black aura of resentment surged madly from her body, causing the nearby neon lights to warp and flicker.
She had gone completely berserk.
A massive mouth tore open across her chest, eventually connecting with the mouth on her face.
"Ah—!"
With another shriek, the Slit-Mouthed Woman lunged at Tomie once more.
"Tch, you turned into a pitcher plant! Now you're even uglier!"
Tomie was completely unafraid.
A flash of calmness—something absent in other Tomies—crossed her eyes. She lowered her stance slightly and gripped the bat tightly with both hands.
Powerful combat instincts instantly took over her body.
"Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!"
A dense flurry of metallic clashes rang out.
Tomie's figure dodged and weaved, the baseball bat in her hands swinging like a whirlwind.
Blocks, side strikes, upward flicks, downward smashes.
Every movement was incredibly concise, devoid of any flashiness—pure techniques born for slaughter.
Flying sparks illuminated Tomie's morbidly excited face.
The Slit-Mouthed Woman was fast, but Tomie's combat instincts always predicted where the scissors would land next.
"Riiip—!"
The harsh sound of tearing fabric echoed.
Ultimately, she fell just a bit short.
The Slit-Mouthed Woman's scissors were a creation of resentment and supernatural rules. During an extreme clash, the tip of the scissors broke through Tomie's defense and easily tore open her arm.
The sleeve of her trench coat was slashed open, revealing a bone-deep wound extending from her forearm to her elbow.
Crimson liquid gushed out, spilling onto the ground.
Tomie's movements halted for the first time.
She looked down at her wound and the puddle of blood on the ground that was faintly squirming.
Yang Yi also watched the puddle of blood with great interest.
It probably wouldn't take more than a few minutes for a new Tomie to "grow" out of that blood.
However, Tomie's next action took even Yang Yi by surprise.
"Tch."
A look of disgust appeared on Tomie's face. The disgust wasn't directed at her wound, but at the puddle of her own blood on the ground.
She actually dropped to the ground and, right in front of the Slit-Mouthed Woman and Yang Yi, stuck out her tongue and began to lick it up.
In the end, she ate all the fresh blood mixed with dirt from the ground.
"Gulp."
Swallowing audibly, she raised her head and smiled at Yang Yi, her words slightly muffled:
"I don't want another pesky 'me' popping up while I'm fighting."
Then, she began to lick the blood off her wound. By the time she licked the last drop from the edge, the horrifying gash had already completely healed.
This was a unique Tomie—one with intelligence, who knew how to control her instinct to multiply.
Right at that moment, Yang Yi suddenly looked up.
The fierce battle between Tomie and the Slit-Mouthed Woman also paused.
*Tap, tap, tap...*
A dense flurry of footsteps echoed from all directions. The rhythm was uniform and eerie.
From the end of the street, from the shadows of the alleys, and even from the edges of the rooftops on both sides.
Figure after figure slowly emerged.
They wore sailor suits, business attire, hospital gowns... Their outfits were all different.
But they all bore the exact same face.
That face beautiful enough to drive men mad, adorned with a beauty mark under the left eye.
They were all Tomie Kawakami!
Dozens of figures surrounded the battlefield, leaving no gaps.
"Tch."
"Martial Arts Tomie" curled her lips in annoyance. "These smelly bitches sure got here fast."
These Tomies shared memories. They had discovered the battle here, as well as Yang Yi's presence, and rushed straight over.
However, their eyes looked toward Yang Yi with pleasant surprise.
"Wow, what a handsome guy! You detestable bitch, you actually wanted to keep him all to yourself?"
"Yeah, yeah, he's so handsome! I really want to conquer him!"
Stared at by dozens of pairs of eyes, Yang Yi smiled at them. "Not that handsome. Just a little handsome, a little handsome."
"Heh... hehe..."
Realizing she was being ignored, the Slit-Mouthed Woman made her presence known again.
Dozens of pairs of eyes snapped toward the Slit-Mouthed Woman in the center, who was radiating an eerie aura.
Their gazes were filled with undisguised, chilling murderous intent.
"This ugly monster actually dared to interrupt our date!"
A Tomie in a sailor suit spoke coldly, her voice devoid of any emotion. "I've been wanting to kill this ugly woman for a long time."
The moment her words fell.
Dozens of Tomies simultaneously revealed identical, morbid smiles.
They pulled out their "weapons" from their bags, under their trench coats, and out of their pockets.
Box cutters, hammers, fire axes, and even submachine guns!
"Vrrrr—!"
An ear-piercing roar rang out as one Tomie hauled out a chainsaw and yanked the starter cord!
Yang Yi watched this chaotic, absurd, yet incredibly harmonious scene, the smile on his face growing even wider.
"I definitely came to the right world!"