I, the Masked Swordsman, started my journey through a Lostbelt.

There was no need to hide in front of a group of juniors; he couldn't bear the humiliation. He had already reached a high level in swordsmanship.

Don't underestimate me!

Yuto Kiba seems to want to prove himself.

The dense barrage of swords suddenly erupted, so dense it was comparable to a full-force barrage from a submachine gun.

Resentment seeped into the blade.

It does feel a bit more substantial than before, but unfortunately, it's completely disproportionate to Du Wei's domineering presence.

Du Wei flicked away all the steel rain with his fingers.

It was as easy as catching a fly with chopsticks; the sheer force of his fingertips shattered all the energy slashes.

Not retreating an inch, not glancing at a single glance.

He easily defended against all of Kiba Yuto's attacks.

"this!?"

Yuto Kiba stared wide-eyed, unable to utter a single word.

In truth, a storm raged within him.

Anger, resentment, grief and indignation surged into my heart, followed by boundless despair.

The enemy is just that overwhelmingly powerful.

The individual's strength and skills are on completely different levels, making it impossible to win head-on.

Even if, even if it hits him!

Even if it's just this, I'll still kill him!

Holding onto his last shred of pride, Kiba Yuuto abandoned all thought of swordsmanship and, like a wild beast, launched a series of chaotic and disorderly attacks.

The crossed swords were devoid of any skill.

But is this useful?

"A sword that has been completely turned into a puppet? How ugly."

Du Wei unleashed a cold and fierce attack.

I stood still, but I could sense that he had launched an attack using some method.

Even a gaze... can be deadly!?

By the time they realized it, it was too late.

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The ultimate impact completely eliminates sound and sensation.

In that world where time seemed to stand still, Kiba Yuuto didn't even know where his own body was.

It felt like being hit head-on by a train.

The force of the impact sent them flying dozens of meters away.

"Kiba!"

Rias's gaze was urgent and worried.

Everything happened in just a few seconds, leaving no time for anyone else to react.

Fortunately, she sensed that Kiba Yuto was not dead.

That's the benefit of family ties.

Sometimes, attack can be the best defense; for example, the strategy employed by Shirayuki Toujou is an example of this.

Tacheng Baiyin is sometimes called Tacheng Kitten.

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Despite her petite and delicate appearance, she displayed astonishing mobility comparable to that of a missile.

Detour, flank, surprise attack.

Suddenly, the operation was completed smoothly and effortlessly.

Her petite body possessed a snake-like suppleness, exuding a captivating allure that seemed inappropriate for her age.

"Humph!"

She immediately kicked Du Wei in the back of the head.

The whistling sound that cuts through the air foreshadows the immense power of its strike.

If we take military equipment as an example, then the power of the Tajo Shirayo is absolutely as strong as a heavy tank.

The piece assigned to her by Rias was a chariot.

It was used in an absolutely perfect position.

"Ah."

Du Wei responded with a slight smile.

Shirae Toujou sensed the danger and immediately changed the direction of her attack, but she still could not avoid the same fate as Yuto Kiba.

"Goooo!"

It was also engulfed by the blast wave.

Just as Shirayuki Tajo was about to kick, the armor protecting her delicate body seemed to be devoured by an otherworldly beast.

It rotted into scattered fragments.

To onlookers, it appeared as if she was swinging her arms in the air.

How extraordinary!

Du Wei's entire body seemed to be covered in an invisible armor of deadly poison; launching an attack would be tantamount to suicide.

As they close in, the enemy can wipe them out simply by watching them.

What should the demons do?

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Chapter 77 The Destroyed King's Sword [Seeking Flowers! Seeking Subscriptions!]

Shirae Toki and Yuuto Kiba have lost their ability to fight.

The Department of Mysticism, in coordination with the Student Council, launched a joint attack in an attempt to rescue their comrades amidst this perilous situation.

Shinra Tsubaki uses her own divine artifact, the Mirror of Remembrance.

Its ability is to reflect back double the damage it receives when the opponent breaks something it created.

Click!

Unexpectedly, the crack shattered.

This phenomenon was triggered when Du Wei's gaze swept across the mirror, but his gaze alone was enough to shatter the oppressive aura of the Mirror of Remembrance.

What awaits the rebound is double the damage.

Thus, twice the pressure reappeared from the reconstructed memory, releasing power far exceeding that of Shinra Tsubaki.

Instantly, the magic power was drained by the artifact.

Jinra Tsubaki, panting heavily, knelt down on the ground.

The attack was successfully launched under her will.

The violent pressure emitted a mournful wail, like a gentle breeze, a prelude to a murderous storm.

The cold, blood-red wind, devoid of any violent, bestial nature, is its very manifestation.

This oppressive attack was a powerful offensive that neither side had ever been able to launch before, and no one was confident enough to face it head-on.

Bet the winning chips on this one strike.

Unfortunately, they forgot one thing.

An overwhelming and terrifying pressure swept through the entire street, but Du Wei faced it head-on with a calm and composed demeanor, as if bathed in a spring breeze.

Feelings of confusion and bewilderment arise.

"Ha, you think I'd be hurt by my own hands and feet? Trying to use my power to fight me is a bit too simplistic."

Du Wei smiled gleefully as he surveyed the group of demons.

In just a few dozen seconds, they were subjected to such despair, and I have been standing still without moving an inch.

The pressure in my heart is an unprecedented weight.

Like a traveler carrying a heavy burden walking through quicksand, with each step, the sand gradually swallows up the body.

The more he fought Du Wei.

The more you feel the difference between different dimensions, the more you can perceive it.