# 950
Chapter 951: Lady Wu Pulls the Mountain
The howling wind swept up from the charging corpse beasts, lifting the debris from the ground into the sky.
In the endless roar, the electric scooter glided steadily between the feet of the corpse beasts. Suddenly, a corpse beast raised its massive paw, bringing it down with terrifying speed toward Lu Wuwei—a black shadow rapidly enlarging within the reflection of his yellow helmet.
Lu Wuwei raised an eyebrow, slowly releasing his grip on the handle with his right hand, casually reaching toward the descending massive paw.
BOOM—!!
A dull roar echoed as a visible shockwave burst outward from the scooter, the earth cracking inch by inch, forming a circular pit that collapsed downward.
Amid the howling wind, the corpse beast's nearly twenty-story-tall body was sent flying instantly, crashing heavily to the ground—as if it weren't a world-destroying beast but an ugly plush toy.
Lu Wuwei calmly withdrew his hand. The electric scooter beneath him had absorbed the giant's impact without any damage whatsoever, looking as pristine as ever.
He glanced up at the sent flying corpse beast, hesitated for a moment, then slowly stepped off the scooter and propped it up on its kickstand. He unhurriedly retrieved several boxes of pizza from the thermal box at the rear of the scooter.
At the same time, several delivery receipts suddenly materialized on the surface of the pizza boxes. The recipient was "Corpse Beast," and the item column read simply two words:
—Death.
"Your delivery."
Lu Wuwei's hands holding the pizza boxes trembled slightly, and the pizza boxes vanished instantly. The next moment, several explosions roared to life beside him.
Dazzling flames erupted from the corpse beasts that had just charged past, engulfing their forms completely. These "Klein"-level corpse beasts hadn't even figured out where the enemy was before being blown to pieces across the sky.
"Hm?"
Seated upon the Iron Throne, Lin Qiye sensed the terrifying aura from afar and froze.
Under the amplification of the Prayer Mat's Forbidden Ruins, Lin Qiye couldn't switch Forbidden Ruins, couldn't move voluntarily, and couldn't even open his eyes to glance at what was happening in the distance—but he could clearly sense that surging Human Apex aura.
Another Human Apex?
And this aura... why did it feel so familiar?
...
Mount Fuji.
Amemiya Haruki and the others turned to look at Lady Wu. Their dimmed eyes gradually brightened.
"You can pull it out?" Hoshimi Shota eyed Lady Wu skeptically. "It's fused with the mountain itself. Don't push yourself."
"Hm?" Hearing this, Lady Wu's eyes curved into crescent moons, her expression a mix of amusement and challenge as she looked at Shota. "Shota, are you worried about Sister?"
"...I-I wasn't!"
Lady Wu's smile grew even more radiant.
"Lady Wu, are you really confident?" Amemiya Haruki asked seriously.
"Can't say for sure. I've never wrestled with a mountain before." Lady Wu shrugged.
"Then give it a try."
Amemiya Haruki pulled Shota and Yuzuri Nana back several steps. Since no one else could pull out this [Mountain Burial], they had no choice but to trust Lady Wu.
Lady Wu glanced back at them, shook her head.
"Too close. Step back further."
The four from Amemiya paused, stepping back a full hundred meters before stopping.
"Further back." Lady Wu continued.
Their lips twitched. They retreated another three hundred meters.
"Keep going!"
"...Is this really necessary?" Furuhara Yoshiki couldn't help but interject. "Is she planning to split the entire mountain in half?"
"Don't question it. Just do as she says."
Amemiya Haruki pulled him along, retreating another five hundred meters. They only stopped when the figure cloaked in red haori became merely a red speck in their field of vision.
Only then did Lady Wu slowly turn her head. Those alluring eyes narrowed as she gazed at the half-exposed sword hilt before her.
"[Mountain Burial]?" Lady Wu murmured to herself. "Let's see how heavy this mountain of yours really is!"
She extended her soft, delicate hands and gripped the [Mountain Burial] hilt, took a deep breath, and pulled with all her might!
BOOM—!!!
A thunderous explosion echoed from the summit of Mount Fuji as a terrifying blast wave swept outward. The snow covering the ring-shaped mountain peak burst open instantly!
A snowslide ring rolled down from the mountaintop. Mounds of flying snow interwove above the scorched mountain body, mingling with the flowing clouds in the sky before drifting down.
The entire Mount Fuji shuddered violently!
Lady Wu's hands tightly gripped the hilt. Her vermillion-red haori billowed in the howling wind. She stood barefoot on the scorched mountain surface. Fine cracks spread rapidly beneath her feet. Those golden vertical pupils blazed like two scorching suns, radiating unparalleled brilliance.
The [Mountain Burial] hilt in her palms actually began to tremble!
"LIFT!" Lady Wu roared. A vermillion-red wave erupted outward from her with devastating force.
CRACK—!
Several fierce, thick fissures suddenly split open from the rock formation where [Mountain Burial] was embedded, producing thunderous roars before snake-like patterns raced down the crater toward the lower mountain body!
Black rock shattered. White snow collapsed. These cracks penetrated from the summit downward. From a distance, it appeared as though someone had gripped Mount Fuji's crater and was attempting to tear it apart by force!
Watching from a kilometer away, Amemiya Haruki and the others gaped in shock!
A crack in the mountain body over ten meters wide raced toward them at terrifying speed. Furuhara Yoshiki cried out, diving toward the opposite mountainside, narrowly avoiding being swallowed by the collapsing terrain.
"Can she really shake Mount Fuji barehanded?! What kind of monster is she?!" Furuhara Yoshiki's eyes went wide as he stared at the figure emitting crimson light atop the peak.
Hoshimi Shota was equally stunned, his jaw nearly hitting the ground. He gazed blankly at the scene, muttering: "She's actually... this powerful?"
"This is [Lady Wu]." Amemiya Haruki couldn't help but exclaim. "The strongest individual among the Nine Magatsu Blades. She's called a walking nuclear weapon... I knew she was strong, but I never imagined she'd be this formidable."
BOOM—!!
With a deafening explosion, the crimson glow atop the summit blazed to its absolute peak!
A jet-black long blade was forcibly pulled from the mountain body. The fierce cracks that had penetrated the rock mass intertwined, and vast sections of the mountainside collapsed dramatically. Amid rolling clouds of dust, they tumbled down the steep slope, resembling the end of the world.
When the dust finally settled, the originally ring-shaped mountain had become a scarred wreck, covered everywhere with grotesque, terrifying fissures.
Mount Fuji was now a scene of devastation.
From within the billowing dust, a full-figured silhouette draped in vermillion-red haori, holding a jet-black long blade, descended slowly from the summit.