Taming SSR And UR RANK Superwomen-Chapter 72 — Breaking Point

He vanished.

It wasn’t an absence, but pure speed. And the only record of his movement was the sound of impact. His fist connected with Inori’s stomach with the full force of his metal prosthesis.

Inori was launched off the ground.

Her feet left the earth and her body flew backward, bent over the point of impact, until she crashed into a mound of dirt that gave under her weight and partially engulfed her.

Evelyne reached her in a second.

She grabbed her by the head. Her metal fingers closed around her skull with a firmness that wasn’t cruelty, just unmodulated strength. She began dragging her backward as if her weight didn’t exist.

Something wrapped around Inori from above. Three pink tentacles seized her by the torso, shoulders, and hips with a force pulling in the opposite direction.

Freja let out a small laugh.

"I want to hit things too."

Inori spat blood.

The force of Evelyne pulling one way and Freja’s tentacles pulling the other met in her body with a brutality that had no elegance.

She spat again, eyes narrowed and breath cut short.

"Let her go." Evelyne’s voice carried the tone of someone who wasn’t asking. "I need to finish her myself."

"You already hit her." Freja pulled harder. "Now it’s my turn to throw her."

"I told you to let her go."

Seraphine arrived from the front.

Her heavy boot rose and struck the center of Inori’s body with a clean, direct front kick. Inori exhaled a choked cry that wasn’t entirely voluntary.

Evelyne tightened her grip on Inori’s head.

Inori’s eyes were half-lidded, her mouth bleeding, her body held in two directions by forces that didn’t agree. Seraphine approached from the front with an expression that wasn’t cruelty, but something colder than that.

She grabbed Inori’s white blouse with both hands and tore it off.

The fabric gave with a sharp sound. Inori’s large breasts were exposed, her pink nipples visible under the cold city light filtering over the fences. Seraphine dropped the torn fabric and stepped back cleanly.

Inori spat blood. She groaned with a sound that was half pain and half humiliation.

"Le—" She drew in air. Her pupils trembled. "Let..."

She said it with effort, with the voice of someone using the last reserves of concentration available.

"Let me go."

And her gift responded. The whips came from everywhere at once.

From the ground. From portals she opened in the air around her. From her own skin. Dozens of them, moving in all directions without a fixed pattern, seeking to cut, wrap, pierce, anything that was close.

Evelyne released her head and stepped back. Freja withdrew her tentacles and jumped back. Seraphine was already out of range.

Inori fell face down onto the ground.

Her hands found the dirt. Her black hair spread over the gravel. Her breasts pressed against the cold ground as her body tried to decide if it could still support itself.

The whips kept moving around her, slower now, irregular, like something running on inertia rather than will. They emerged from portals and dragged across the ground and rose into the air without clear direction.

Her hands pressed against the dirt and her body lifted slowly, with the stiffness of someone taking inventory of damage before deciding if they could continue.

Her expression was tense, not from fear but from forced concentration, the kind of look that appears when the body hurts but the mind hasn’t yet given permission to stop.

Her breasts remained exposed under the cold light filtering over the fences, rising and falling with each breath, moving with her body as she regained balance.

Inori didn’t cover them. She didn’t have free hands for that, nor the energy to worry about anything other than staying on her feet.

The whips still moved around her, slower than before, but present. Freja watched the scene with her arms crossed and then turned her head toward Seraphine.

"Hey." Her tentacles swayed with curiosity. "Why did you tear her shirt off?"

Seraphine didn’t change her expression.

"I just thought it would embarrass her." A brief pause. "If she’s embarrassed, she can’t defend herself well."

Freja looked at her for a moment.

"That’s... surprisingly calculated coming from you."

Seraphine didn’t respond.

Inori heard them. Her brow tightened a bit more and her jaw tensed, but she said nothing. She had more urgent things to think about.

She extended her arms forward.

Not toward them. Toward the space between her hands, as if she wanted to hold something that didn’t yet exist. Her fingers curved slightly, the posture of someone gripping an invisible hilt.

The whips floating around her began to move. Not outward. Inward.

They coiled over themselves, compressed, concentrated into the space between her palms with a density that made the air around her hands seem darker.

The energy of the whips condensed into an elongated, solid form, with an edge that wasn’t metal but shadow compressed until it behaved like it.

A sword.

Black. Silent. With a weight that showed in how Inori adjusted her stance to hold it.

"What is she doing?" Seraphine’s voice was genuinely curious.

"She’s channeling her gift into a single point." Evelyne observed with narrowed eyes, unmoving. "Concentrating all the energy of a dispersed gift into one focus. That requires considerable mastery."

Freja tilted her head to one side. Her tentacles paused for a moment, then resumed their slow movement.

"Her gift isn’t designed for that." She smiled. "It’s the result of her creativity. She took something that works one way and found a completely different way to use it."

"That almost makes you want to praise her."

Inori wasn’t listening to them, or if she was, she didn’t care.

Her golden eyes shifted toward Seraphine.

The whips burst from the ground.

Thin. Fast. They wrapped around Seraphine’s ankles before she finished lowering her gaze to react. And when she reacted, it was already too late for what mattered, because the next whips were already in the air, moving in parallel toward her elbows, her thighs, her neck, her arms, her chest.

Each one found its target with a precision that wasn’t random but calculated, immobilizing every joint before she could use it.

Seraphine tried to move.

She couldn’t.

Inori lunged at her with the shadow sword raised, closing the distance in a second, her feet barely touching the ground before lifting again.

Seraphine shut one eye tightly.

’I can’t break free.’

Evelyne was already moving.

Her prosthesis activated with vibration concentrated at the point of contact and struck the side of Inori’s sword at the exact moment it descended.

It wasn’t a clean block but a clash of forces, Evelyne’s vibration against the compressed density of Inori’s gift, and physics decided in Evelyne’s favor because her ability amplified force at the point of impact in a way the shadow sword couldn’t fully absorb.

Inori stepped back.

She didn’t fall, but her feet scraped against the dirt and her stance opened involuntarily, the kind of imbalance that isn’t severe but disrupts the rhythm of an attack. 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦

Evelyne stepped between her and Seraphine.

"Get out of there," she told Seraphine without looking at her.

The whips holding Seraphine tightened. She pushed against them with her arms, her legs, the weight of her body, and one by one they gave, not because they were weak but because Inori had redirected her focus toward Evelyne and the pressure lessened enough for Seraphine to work with it.

Inori attacked.

The sword came down in a diagonal arc and Evelyne avoided it by moving inside the radius of the strike, too close for the edge to reach her, and responded with a blow to the side that Inori blocked with her forearm, forcing her back another step.

What followed wasn’t fast.

It was grueling.

Every movement of the sword was deliberate. Every whip she launched had a specific target, not to cover space but to create concrete problems at precise points.

When Freja tried to flank her from the left, two whips burst from the ground and wrapped around her tentacles, not to immobilize them but to redirect them, so the strike Freja launched ended in the air instead of in her body.

When Seraphine tried to approach from behind, Inori opened a portal at her back without looking and a whip shot out of it toward Seraphine’s face, forcing her to step back.

Time seemed to stretch for a brief instant, as dust drifted through the air and the faint hum of distant city life filtered through the broken perimeter.

No one spoke, not because they had nothing to say, but because the weight of what was happening pressed down on each of them in different ways.

Even the ground felt unstable, as if it too were reacting to the clash of their powers. A faint tremor ran beneath their feet and the scattered debris shifted slightly, reminding them that nothing about this fight was contained or controlled anymore. Not even for long.