Anime, Girlfriend Shokuhou Misaki.

Kurogane Ikki instantly understood what Haramura Makoto meant.

"That seems to be the case."

As fellow demons, if Makoto Haramura could see and be alerted to something, Ikki Kurogane would naturally be able to discover it as well.

Engaging in prolonged combat will consume a lot of stamina and mana.

If any unexpected events occur, physical limitations may prevent us from coping.

"But this way it's in my favor, is that alright?"

This proposal was exactly what I wanted to hear from Ikki Kurogane.

Against a talent like Haramura Makoto, one can only be considered skilled in swordsmanship; in other aspects, one will be quickly overwhelmed by Haramura Makoto.

However, in a one-hit duel, he can instantly unleash all of his power, briefly boosting his magic, strength, speed, and so on to the same level as Makoto Haramura.

"No problem at all."

"Perfect timing! I also have a new sword technique that I'd like you to try out."

"I can't ask for it."

Kurogane Ikki took a deep breath.

"Game start."

Shinomiya Kurono announced the start of the match directly, and then stepped down from the stage.

The expression on Kurogane Ikki's face and the fighting spirit in his eyes vanished without a trace in that instant, and he became as calm as still water.

But at that very moment, the oppressive aura emanating from him was indeed several times greater than before.

All emotions.

All emotions.

Use all your strength.

All the hearts.

All the magic.

Everything is concentrated in this one strike, everything is compressed into this one strike.

This was the strongest strike he had used on Sarah a few days ago, the one he could unleash after entering his demon form.

Azure flames blazed fiercely on Kurogane Ikki's body.

His pupils lost their original color, turning the world he saw into black and white.

"That decisive strike that brought victory to a head was truly impressive."

Makoto Haramura's body also began to float.

It was as if his existence had suddenly vanished from the world, or rather, he had become insignificant and no longer needed to be captured.

"—The Ultimate Secret Sword: Shadow Chaser!"

He continuously compressed his magic power, fusing the boundaries of space onto the blade.

The blade flashed.

"—'Seven Nights of Extreme Death'!"

When that chilling blade light flashed in this space, the space itself shattered.

Having received the blessing of a higher level of spatial realm, Haramura Makoto's slash had transcended its original level.

In that instant, the speed of the slash seemed to transcend time.

Speed ​​of sound?

No, it's not.

Speed ​​of light?

No, it's not.

This strike transcends the concept of speed.

However, what is certain is that Kurogane Ikki's slash is the Shadow Chaser, which is even faster than the movement speed of a shadow.

So, Makoto Haramura's slash was to create a rift in this space.

It is a completely guaranteed hit attack, an attack that is absolutely impossible to dodge.

At this distance, after an attack has just been launched, and with even the movement itself being directly observed...

Kurogane Ikki had absolutely no way to dodge.

"Chong-"

The soft hum of the blade, like a tide, surged across the land.

The brilliance of the slash flashed by in an instant, leaving one only a blur before their eyes, and then everything in sight was easily sliced ​​apart.

"Click——"

It seems that something has cracked.

The ground cracked.

The protective magic barrier has cracked.

More importantly, Kurogane Ikki's spirit armor broke.

The blade of space did not strike Kurogane Ikki, but instead cut the Yin Iron in Kurogane Ikki's hand in two.

"Pretty!"

The severed half of the sword blade slowly fell to the ground. Kurogane Ikki looked at the Yin Iron in his hand in surprise, and then slowly uttered these words.

What incredible control!

This strike was deliberately controlled, aimed at his Yin Iron.

If the sword were to strike him, even if it were him, he would likely suffer a severe injury.

But now.

The piercing pain was like needles, constantly stabbing his cerebral cortex. It wasn't just one needle, but thousands upon thousands of needles piercing his brain at the same time.

"boom--!"

Kurogane Ikki crashed heavily to the ground.

The Yin Iron in his hand transformed back into demonic particles, dissipating into the world.

The so-called spirit armor, especially the spirit armor that has been condensed into a physical form, is like having one's soul condensed outside the body.

When the spirit garment is damaged or destroyed, the soul itself will also be damaged.

Especially when it is completely severed, the damage to the soul is even more serious.

"Ha... Huh..."

After seeing Kurogane Ikki fall to the ground, Haramura Makoto also let out a long sigh of relief.

"Seventy percent of the magic power has been consumed."

"As expected, even with evolved abilities, it is still very difficult to forcibly use magic to create space."

"However, if I had already figured out this move when I fought Stella, the victory would have been easier then."

Haramura Makoto slowly closed his eyes. As the golden clock phantom disappeared behind him, the katana in his hand also vanished at the same time.

Finally, he slowly raised his right hand towards the sky.

"Victory! The outcome is decided!!"

Shinomiya Kurono, who had been momentarily stunned, snapped back to reality and shouted excitedly.

The medical team, who were already prepared and ready to go at any time, rushed onto the arena and carried Kurogane Ikki onto a stretcher.

"I'm coming."

"Victory, the outcome is decided, the winner is Makoto Haramura."

At the same time, the host's incredibly excited voice was broadcast throughout the venue.

"After a long battle, through thirty dazzling and intense fights, countless reversals and splendid moments unfolded here! Witnessed by tens of millions of viewers, the champion of this year's Seven Star Sword Dance Festival has finally been born here."

"That's Makoto Haramura from the Pojun Academy. He's the new generation's 'Seven Star Sword King'."

"Ughhhhhh!!"

A deafening cheer resounded throughout the entire battlefield, wave after wave of sound carrying the angry shouts in all directions.

Even those who had been defeated by these two in the past stood up, beaming with joy and offering their applause of respect.

"This boy."

The old man in the stands, Nango Hikojiro, suddenly widened his eyes.

His aura weakened slightly in an instant.

"I never expected that even I would be affected."

Makoto Haramura's sword technique was also a sword strike that interfered with the cause and effect of fate.

However, Kurogane Ikki's move is targeted at one person, while the move created by Haramura Makoto is not a single-target attack, but a large-area attack.

It was precisely because of this that they were attacked by Makoto Haramura, even though they were not in the midst of the battle.

Nango Hikojiro turned his gaze to Edelweiss beside him.

Seeing Edelweiss's enthusiastic expression, he sighed helplessly.

"That's true, I really am getting old."

Even though he himself was being disturbed, Edelweiss seemed completely unaffected, which really annoyed the ninety-year-old demon senior, Nango Hikojiro.

"I guess I should find an opportunity to ask him for a try."

Edelweiss didn't have many hobbies in his life.

One is the ability to eat desserts freely and to one's heart's content.

When she was a child, she became too fat from eating too many desserts, and eventually had no choice but to start practicing swordsmanship.

Another benefit is that it allows one to further improve their swordsmanship.

I started practicing this to lose weight.

However, she did enjoy the process of constantly improving her swordsmanship, even though she had already reached the pinnacle of swordsmanship ten years ago.

He has grown to the pinnacle of swordsmanship in the world.

She had nowhere left to go; she had already stood atop the mountain.

So even if Haramura Makoto's spatial swordsmanship doesn't help her improve, it will probably allow her to learn by analogy.

"So, what about that guy?"

Nango Hikojiro hadn't forgotten the uninvited guest. He quickly shifted his gaze from Edelweiss to the man in the black cloak.

"They're no longer here."

Whether it was the previous position or any other position.

Nango Hikojiro couldn't find the man again, which meant he had already left the venue.

"I don't know if they want to continue planning something, or if they're just going to call it quits."

"In short, we can only deal with whatever comes our way."

Nango Hikojiro slumped his old back.

"It's a pity that my old bones are still going to the battlefield at this age."

……

Late at night, inside a hotel.

The main tournament of the Seven Star Sword Dance Festival has officially ended, with Makoto Haramura emerging victorious.

Incidentally, in the competition to determine the third place, Sarah voluntarily withdrew, handing over third place to Stella.