Hundreds of meters away from Akira and the woman, people were looking closely at Akira and the woman through binoculars.
"Report, what is going on over there, Valentina?" said Paolo Blandelli.
Valentina, who had long blonde hair and piercing blue eyes, wearing an elegant blue dress, put away the binoculars and looked at Paolo. "A rogue god appeared and is facing an unknown young man," she replied.
Paolo stared at Valentina for a while before standing up. "An unknown young man, you say? Why is he even here? Wait, if he's here, doesn't that mean...?" Not finishing his sentence, just thinking about that possibility, he grinned.
"This is an opportunity," he declared, then turning toward the other people standing beside him, he gave them a stern look.
"Find out who that young man is right now!" Paolo ordered, then looked at Valentina.
"So what do you think about him, sis?" he asked, a teasing smile on his face.
Valentina just rolled her eyes, seeing her brother's regal demeanor fade into the teasing older brother she always knew. "How would I know? But from what I've seen, he doesn't seem like much." She replied, shrugging and handing Paolo the binoculars.
"Don't." Paolo said, taking the binoculars and looking at the beautiful woman and the young man talking like they weren't arch nemesis.
"Why not?" Valentina stated, folding her slender arms and glaring at Paolo.
"We need more information; if he is a new Campione, we can't be reckless. The copper black cross has been declining; we need to make a good impression." Paolo said, still looking at the young man and the woman through the binoculars.
"Also, it looks like they're about to start fighting." He nonchalantly added, throwing the binoculars at Valentina.
She grabbed them while still glaring at her older brother. "Fine, I'll wait here and see if he's any good," she replied, clearly unhappy.
Paolo shrugged and went back to the others who were trying to find out the information of the mysterious young Campione.
***
The woman looked at Akira bored. "That's enough talking, don't you think?" she said, standing up from the cat's back.
Akira had a headache, so much new information, and now this crazy woman in front of him. The only thing he could do now, however, was fight her and wait for one of the so-called organizations to save him, or until he found a way out himself.
Seeing the cats back away and lie in front of the chariot, Akira suddenly ducked, barely dodging the woman's kick.
Briefly glancing behind him, he saw the devastation that single kick caused; rows of houses were collapsing like they were built from playing cards.
'She's no joke,' Akira muttered while he jumped backward to make space between himself and the woman. So he could formulate any kind of plan on how to deal with her.
The woman snapped her fingers, and around her all kinds of gates appeared; the gates emitted a blinding white light, and when they opened, beautiful women walked out of every single one.
Akira looked at all women.
And he found them all very pleasing to the eye, but when he saw their attire, he quickly changed his mind.
They looked like beautiful warriors, wearing revealing, flashy silver armor and holding weapons. Some were holding axes, others a sword and a shield, but they all gave off an intimidating feeling.
In response to the woman summoning the female valkyries, Akira also snapped his finger. And this time around him countless gates appeared.
And unlike the gates, the woman had summoned these gates that looked like they went straight to hell. They were pitch black with all kinds of strange characters on them.
When they opened, monstrous entities crawled forth: three-headed dogs the size of buildings, their fur like blackened steel and their eyes burning with crimson fury.
Winged abominations with skeletal frames and too many limbs slithered out, their mouths stretching unnaturally wide to reveal spiraling rows of jagged fangs.
Hulking horned fiends, their skin cracked like molten rock, dragged rusted chains behind them, each link etched with the tormented faces of the damned.
The air itself trembled with their arrival, a chorus of guttural growls and distorted wails filling the space as the abyssal creatures took their first steps onto the battlefield.
As Akira looked at all the creatures he had just summoned, he felt shivers run across his back, but he couldn't back down now. That woman was dangerous, and he needed to fight.
Pointing at the valkyries, the demonic entities charged straight ahead.
The woman looked at the demonic entities with disgust; glaring at Akira, she charged straight at him. Leaving the demonic entities for her Valkyries to deal with.
Akira also charged at the woman, his eyes full of determination; he held a spear formed from ice and one formed from hellfire.
Akira's spear shattered when he blocked the woman's kick, a smirk appearing on her face.
Flustered, Akira threw countless hellfire and ice arrows at the woman, who nonchalantly cut through all of them with her sword.
Akira, who hadn't even seen her take out her sword, was being pushed back continuously. Blocking her strikes with his own sword formed by hellfire that she kept shattering.
After his sword was shattered, he could only barely dodge her attacks with his sloppy movements; thanks to his enhanced physique in the rain, he was barely able to dodge her strikes.
Looking at the demonic entities fighting the valkyries, he saw that they weren't faring much better even though he had summoned many more. They were being slain at an astonishing pace.
Gritting his teeth, he grabbed the woman's sword, letting it pierce his hand. A jolt of pain spread throughout his whole body.
But he pushed through the pain and summoned a single arrow made out of hellfire, putting his all into it.
With a loud scream, he threw it straight at the woman's face. Grasping her sword tightly, he couldn't let go now, or it would've been all for nothing.
And luckily for him, the arrow hit the woman squarely on the head. The woman flew backward, and the sword that had pierced Akira's hand faded out of existence as if it had never pierced his hand.
But the wound was still there, and he felt it. 'That's definitely not an ordinary sword,' he muttered.
The woman flew through some buildings, crashing into the ground; she held her face, which now had a huge burn mark on it, and screamed.