Anime, Girlfriend Shokuhou Misaki.

"Qinghai Wave"

""fly wing to wing""

"Hana-ju"

“‘Meibei Mountain’”

Makoto Haramura continuously drew various exquisite moves in the air.

The terrifying pressure made Tony completely focused, not daring to relax even for a moment, frantically squeezing out his potential to deal with Makoto Haramura's attacks.

He is growing rapidly.

As a natural-born swordsman, Tony's swordsmanship is growing rapidly in this high-quality sword duel, and the synergy between him and his powers is also increasing at a breakneck pace.

"Oh."

Mechanically repeating these actions that were already ingrained in his mind, Makoto Haramura looked at Tony now and was indeed a little shocked, but for him, there was more indifference.

I tried the Folding Crane move again after a long time, simply because it is indeed my weakest sword move, and the one with the lowest attack power.

Tony has some talent for swordsmanship, which seems normal to him.

But if he were to comment, he could only say that the level of talent in this area is actually far inferior to that of Edelweiss.

The reason he wasn't in such a hurry and was using this maneuvering approach to play with Tony was because he was now experiencing Tony's power.

—The Torn Silver Hand.

No, to be more precise, he was sensing the aura of Nuada, the true master of this power.

He was sensing the specific location of the Danu God Clan within the divine realm.

"It can be sensed."

"It's still a little short; the aura can be tracked."

Actually, the current scene looks quite eerie from the outside.

In the very center of the battlefield, what lit up was the dazzling display of swords and spears, so intense that it was impossible to look directly at them.

However, neither of the two protagonists, who were also wielding sharp blades, spoke during what appeared to be a fierce battle.

It's simply because someone is constantly evolving in battle.

And another person.

(Found it.)

A glint of light flashed in Makoto Haramura's eyes.

"Success."

Tony's excited voice rang out as runes densely covered the silver blade.

The terrifying curse power erupted like a volcanic eruption, and Tony's speed seemed to suddenly increase dramatically in that instant. He instantly retreated from Haramura Makoto's encirclement and leaped into the air.

A sharp, cold light was brewing on Tony's sword.

"O sword that can pierce through all enemies with a single swing, dwell in radiance to sever all life!"

The runes on Tony's sword grew wildly, and in a very short time, it quickly transformed into a huge demonic sword weighing over 300 kilograms, with a blade about eight feet long and a hilt about one meter long.

"Skills contain power—no matter how divine a skill is, if it doesn't have the power to match it, it will eventually be slaughtered suddenly."

The cursed power continued to flow into the already swollen demonic sword.

The demonic sword's aura grew wildly, like weeds.

"The power I use most often is the power of 'Tearing Silver Hand'."

"Because this is the only power that best suits my taste and style."

“This power has many forms of use, and I have always wanted to integrate these forms of use.”

"But all of them had failed before."

"But just now, I finally succeeded."

"Only the most extreme battles can truly allow me to evolve. I want to thank you, my dearest friend."

The aura of the Demon Sword had reached its peak, and Tony's fighting spirit was also at an unprecedented high.

"So, my dearest friend, to express my gratitude..."

"Take this full-force sword strike."

Wielding his greatsword, Tony had closed the distance between himself and Makoto Haramura by almost half in the blink of an eye.

At this moment, Makoto Haramura simply raised his head, his eyes and expression indifferent, his thin lips slowly parting.

"Quack."

"—'Seven Nights of Extreme Death'!"

The blade flashed.

It was just a casual swing of the sword, but even so, when the cold, sharp light of the sword gathered and shone in this space, the space itself actually shattered.

This was a powerful strike, forged with the enhancement of the spatial realm.

In that instant, the speed of the strike seemed to have surpassed time.

Speed ​​of sound?

No, the speed of light?

No, this is not such a simple cut.

This strike has completely transcended the concept of speed.

Because of the complete separation of this space, the sky and the earth were instantly plunged into complete darkness.

This is a completely guaranteed hit attack; it is absolutely impossible to dodge.

Full of confidence and momentum, Tony suddenly felt the threat of death and immediately switched from offense to defense, holding the demon sword horizontally in front of him.

"Crack!"

"puff!"

Blood splattered across the sky, and the underworld was torn apart once again.

Chapter 302 Article 2.5 Enlightenment

The world being divided in two is as if it were a representation of the beginning of the world, when heaven and earth were in chaos and had just separated into two distinct realms.

The blade's edge forms a boundary, with black above and white below.

Tony fared even worse; his body was split in two, with his upper and lower body falling to the ground separately, and he lost consciousness.

Is he dead?

He didn't actually die.

The life force of a godkiller is actually very strong. Even an ordinary person, if their body is cut in two, will not die instantly, but will struggle for a period of time.

This is even more true for god-slayers.

In fact, the cursed power within Tony's body has now begun to operate on its own, stopping the bleeding from his severed wound.

Living organisms, you know.

Blood is always the most important thing; as long as the blood doesn't dry up, life can continue.

"Tony!"

A large man barged into the battlefield, shouting and yelling. Haramura Makoto slightly raised his eyelids, ignored the man's actions, and turned to leave.

"It seems you've gotten what you wanted."

Athena also ignored the man's rescue operation for the god-slayer, because for both her and Haramura Makoto, the life or death of the Sword King was insignificant and unnecessary.

So she chose to come to Makoto Haramura's side to satisfy her curiosity.

"I guess you could call it that, but it's not perfect."

"However, for me, this method is a little troublesome to operate."

Haramura Makoto frowned as he meticulously located the last remaining spatial coordinates in his hand and memorized them.

Actually.

What kind of trouble is it?

In reality, he always needed to control his power, being careful not to let the god-slayers he was fighting kill him because of his impatience.

Just like Tony just now.

The god-slayers of this world are actually quite weak to him.

He was so weak that, just like before, he casually used a sword technique that was outdated for him, and Tony had no ability to resist, instantly turning into a 2.5-inch version of Satoru.

That's right, the Seven Nights of Extreme Death is an outdated sword technique for him now.

At that time, Makoto Haramura, who had not yet fully mastered time and space, found this sword technique, which condensed time and space together, to be a worthy trump card.

However, people always strive to improve.

After so much time, he has also made progress.

For him, after such a long period of training, the power of time and space, while not quite to the point of being completely at his command, has become second nature to him.

Even now, without any intention or using much power, he still managed to cleave the world in two with a single sword strike.

Unfortunately, if he wanted to establish a position within a pantheon through the power of a god-slayer, he would need to engage in prolonged, close-range contact, just like Tony did today.

Touching his chin, Makoto Haramura pondered deeply.

"It seems we have no choice but to try other methods."

"Next time, let's arrest one and see if we can control their thoughts so they can keep showing it to me."

Haramura Makoto decided against directly threatening anyone, based on his understanding that the god-slayers in this world were the kind who were not afraid of death.

If everyone truly feared death, they wouldn't challenge disobedient gods for no reason.

After all, who would want to do those head-risking jobs every day after becoming a king?

"What are you going to do next?"

Having thought about these things, Makoto Haramura stopped pondering them and turned the conversation to Athena, who was walking slowly beside him.

"The contract is complete, and I will not keep you company any longer."

Athena smiled gently, a stunning smile blooming on her usually icy face.

By now.

From Haramura Makoto's actions and behavior, Athena could roughly predict what he wanted to do.

In addition, now that she has regained her whole body, there are some things she couldn't do before, and now she should do them.

"Very well, I look forward to the day you surrender on your own initiative."

Haramura Makoto didn't try to stop him or force him to stay; he simply shrugged with a smile on his face.

"Very good, I admire your confidence."

"If that day ever comes, I will naturally keep your word."

As Athena finished speaking, her body transformed into a gust of black wind and vanished from the scene.

"Let me continue."

Touching his chin, Makoto Haramura stretched out his hand and opened a dark slit in the space in front of him.

"ah!"

In that brief moment, a girl's sweet cry rang out.

The next second, Liliana, completely bewildered, appeared there.

Yes, he appeared here with Makoto Haramura holding him by the collar with one hand.

Liliana's face was full of surprise and confusion.