Chapter 5: Physical Magical Girl, Encountering Enemy Cadres!

“Had your fun? My turn—stupid mutt, catch this!”
The girl flashed a wild, manic grin, her eyes slightly upturned.
Unaware, her profile and taunt to the wolf were fully captured by the live stream, broadcast to hundreds of thousands.
Her wrist snapped, hurling a bent steel bar like a serrated spear, its screech slicing the air.
It struck the wolf’s heart with deadly precision, pinning it to the ground.
[She called me a dumb dog! My wife’s calling me! Woof woof woof!]
[Upstairs mutt, get lost! She’s calling me! Woof woof woof woof!]
[I’m at the scene—I’m that steel bar!]
[Mommy mommy mommy mommy!]
While the chat went wild, the girl’s fists mercilessly pounded the wolf’s caved-in chest.
Each strike was like a hydraulic hammer smashing flesh, accompanied by sickening cracks of bone, tearing muscle, and splashing blood—a grating symphony of destruction.
Her perfect face showed no extra emotion.
Her inky black hair danced wildly with her rapid punches.
Her icy eyes held no ripple, as if she were merely squashing an annoying bug.
Seconds later, the wolf’s chest was obliterated, its foul blood, shattered organs, and twisted bones exploding outward with her punches, splattering the ground.
She didn’t step back, didn’t even blink.
Her gaze swept the surroundings—not to confirm victory, but to search for someone.
Where’s Lin Feng?
Standing amid the wolf’s corpse, she let dark red stains drip onto her, tracing lurid patterns on her porcelain skin.
I don’t have many friends, so don’t you dare die, Gouda!
“Too… too strong…”
Billy stammered, barely holding back the stench of the wolf’s remains.
Gathering courage, he raised his camera, edging closer for an interview.
“Uh, miss!
Are you a new magical girl?
What should we call…”
His words cut off as her icy gaze swept over him, devoid of warmth, like she was staring at a dead thing.
Billy swallowed the rest of his sentence.
She looked away, ignoring the nosy streamer.
With a leap, she soared dozens of meters, landing on a distant wall.
Her legs powered another jump, launching her like a black cannonball into the night sky.
Her heart raced, thoughts a tangled mess, one voice echoing in her mind:
Where’s Lin Feng?
Rushing through the air, she recalled Lin Feng’s endless villa rants:
“Our lawn’s bigger than a sports field.”
“Two crooked trees at the gate.”
“Thinking of painting the walls green.”
“What’s with rich people’s brains?”
She cursed inwardly, her chaotic thoughts matching her pounding heart.
She kept grumbling in her mind, trying to ease the growing anxiety over her friend’s safety.
After leaping nearly a few kilometers, her eyes locked onto a target.
But the villa was a wreck—barely a third of the three-story building remained, smoking ruins on either side.
Her heart sank.
Not just because Lin Feng’s villa was rubble, but because she spotted a still figure nearby, unnoticed until now.
A person clad in menacing dark purple armor, its jagged design aggressive, with sharp, beast-like spikes at the shoulders and elbows.
The helmet resembled a demon’s mask, with only two ominous red glows for eyes.
A clear Ouroboros emblem gleamed on the cape, vivid in the firelight.
An Ouroboros agent!
Her throat tightened.
With a gust, she plummeted from the sky, landing heavily before the figure, scattering debris.
“Stop.”
The magical girl’s voice was cold, leaving no room for negotiation.
“Tell me, the people in this house—what happened to them?”
The armored figure stood silently, its red visor staring without a flicker of response.
“I’m asking you!”
She stepped forward, her presence intensifying, voice rising.
“Are the people inside dead or alive? Answer me!”
“…”
Her fist clenched, knuckles whitening.
In that moment, she pictured Lin Feng bloodied under the rubble.
The image pierced her last shred of calm like a venomous needle.
Dongfang Cheng, no longer caring about hiding her identity, roared:
“Tell me where Lin Feng is!!”
For a split second, the silent armored figure seemed to falter, its red eye-lights flickering.
Now!
Her eyes flashed with cold light.
Seizing the moment of hesitation, her right fist, brimming with terrifying force, slammed into the figure’s chest plate!
“Ora!”
The mysterious figure staggered back two steps, a clear fist dent on its armor.
It hadn’t expected such raw power and speed from the petite magical girl.
But as she prepared to press the attack for answers, ripples of distorted space pulsed around the figure.
“Damn it! Don’t run!”
She realized they were escaping and charged again.
Too late.
The figure blurred in a violent warp, vanishing completely.
Her fist only caught a fading afterimage, the gust snapping a nearby tree in half.
“Asshole!”
Watching a lead slip away, still clueless about Lin Feng’s fate, the enraged girl slammed her fist into a nearby broken wall, reducing the concrete to dust.
As her breath heaved with anger and worry—
“Cough, cough… who… are you?”
A faint cough, mixed with the sound of shifting rubble, came from behind the worst of the ruins.
Then, a familiar figure stumbled out from behind a tilted wall—Lin Feng!
The Black Magical Girl’s gaze swept over him.
His pajamas were filthy with dust and stains, his face smudged with dirt, a trickle of dried blood on his forehead.
She exhaled, the weight in her chest finally easing.
Gouda, you lucky idiot—your house is trashed, and you’re just lightly banged up.
Lin Feng seemed to notice the black figure in the moonlight.
He opened his mouth, maybe to ask something or give thanks.
But the girl only gave him a long, deep look from a distance.
Then she turned, leaped onto the broken rooftop, and vanished into the heavy night with a few bounds.
Lin Feng stood alone in the cold moonlight, amid the smoking ruins of his villa, staring silently after her.