"My, my, you really are leaning into that villain role, aren't you? Threatening to mince a girl as lovely and cute as me—you're a heartless one."
Even as Lorence loomed over her like a massive gorilla, Anhel remained perfectly nonchalant. She was deliberately goading him, keeping his focus pinned entirely on her. Short-tempered as he was, Lorence fell for the bait hook, line, and sinker.
(I’ll kill her! I have the reach and the power! I don't care if she hits me—I’ll tear her to pieces the moment she does!!)
Having already taken a fair share of her hits, Lorence felt he finally understood the weight of Anhel's punches. They were agonizing and heavy, yes, but he believed that if he steeled himself, he could endure them. If it meant landing a decisive blow of his own, he was more than willing to trade a single strike.
"Die! Die! Dieeeee!!"
With a roar, he charged. One could argue he was a slow learner, but this time, Lorence wasn't throwing caution entirely to the wind. He would tank one hit, then pay her back tenfold. It was a crude, reckless strategy, but for someone with his reinforced physique and mutated, massive arms, it was arguably his most efficient path to victory.
(Come on, do it! I’m used to your punches now! I’ll withstand it and sink you with the counter!)
Anhel's punches were heavy, which meant she couldn't unleash them in rapid succession. He only had to survive one. If he did, the win was his. Even if she played it safe and guarded, he would simply use his massive fists to crush her through her own defense. With his superior reach, he couldn't see any possible route to defeat.
Having envisioned his path to victory, Lorence swung his clenched fist back with all his might. All that remained was to bring it down and smash this hateful woman into the deck, ignoring whatever pain he might feel in the process.
I’ve won! Lorence felt the certainty of victory surging through him as he threw the punch, and then—!
"Poguah...?! O-poh...?"
In the next instant, he ground to a halt, a muffled groan escaping his lips. He couldn't even comprehend where that pathetic noise had come from. A second later, a dull, excruciating pain radiated from his abdomen. He realized that despite his resolve, the sheer agony had stopped him dead in his tracks and forced that miserable sound out of his throat.
"I should have mentioned... my Seventh Tool usually only manifests one piece at a time, but these Strong Arm Gloves are an exception. They’re designed to be used as a set with another form."
Anhel stood poised in a side-on stance, her leg extended in a mid-level kick. Her right boot was buried deep into Lorence’s stomach, delivering a devastating amount of force.
"Seventh Tool: Fifth Form: Anti-slip Boots. Naturally, these come with a Leg Strength Enhancement effect. And as they say, leg strength is three times that of the arms. My kick really hit the spot, didn't it?"
"Y-you...! Oguah?!"
Anhel smirked triumphantly, showing off the boots that gleamed with a black, rubber-like luster. Lorence realized too late that just as he had revealed a trump card, she had held one in reserve. But by now, the fight was over.
As Anhel said, leg strength was triple that of arm strength. By simple math, Lorence had been struck with three times the force he had prepared himself for. Furthermore, Anhel had used the boots to anchor her non-kicking foot firmly to the deck. This turned her entire body into a rigid support beam—and Lorence had essentially charged right into it at full speed. He had been hit by a strike three times stronger than expected, delivered as a counter that utilized his own momentum against him.
Physically and mentally broken, Lorence felt his consciousness begin to slip. Anhel took a breath and stepped into his defenseless guard.
"Fuuuuuuuu...!!"
She refined her spirit, channeled her magic power, and focused every ounce of her being into her fist. Yugo’s advice flickered through her mind—the most important thing to remember when delivering a finishing move.
"Eh? How to punch? Well, there’s weight shifting and muscle relaxation... but in the end, it’s all about fighting spirit! Kiai! Especially for a finishing move, you have to scream the name at the top of your lungs while your heart burns with the will to win!!"
With a thunderous stomp, she clenched her right fist. Channeling everything she had learned during her special training into that single point, Anhel delivered a titanic blow to the Magic Armor Beast’s face.
"Yugo Style: Blaster Puuuuuuunch!!"
"Poguahhhhhhhhgghh!!?"
Lorence was launched backward with incredible force. He smashed through the ship’s hull, skipped across the surface of the ocean like a stone, and finally tumbled violently onto the sandy beach far in the distance, where he collapsed with his eyes rolled back.
As the Security Force moved in to take him and his Clear Plate into custody, Anhel straightened up from her pose and brushed her hair back, murmuring to herself.
"Oops. Even I have to admit, that was a bit too cool. I might have just ruined these boys’ tastes forever."
She pulled the zipper of her coveralls down slightly to vent the heat of the battle, exposing a glimpse of a cleavage that was easily the most impressive among her peers. Then, she turned to face the boys from the Elementary Division, who were staring at her in awe.
"Sorry, kids," she said with a playful wink. "I might have made it so you can't fall in love with anyone but a cool, busty older sister in coveralls starting tomorrow, but you'll have to forgive me, okay?"