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Fujimiya Makoto said these frightening words in a calm tone: "This is also one of the reasons why I am reluctant to use this move."

"[Dream Death] is not the gentle world of [Yusheng]."

"In the Yusei world, no matter how hard the two sides fight, in the end, they will only take away all of the other party's spiritual pressure, and no one's life will be harmed."

"After all, that's a world model used for training and entertainment."

"The world of dream death is completely different."

As the young man spoke, his gaze towards Yhwach gradually turned into a chilling coldness. "At the moment of death, the grand dream unfolded—only to seize that last glimmer of hope."

"This is the true meaning of 'sleep death'."

"From the moment this world opened up, the souls of both of us had already perished in the real world."

"From this moment on, the two of us will possess equal levels of spiritual pressure to determine the winner."

"One stands, one falls."

"Only by stepping on the corpses of others can you be the one who survives."

"Fair, right?"

"Yhwach."

Fujimiya Makoto's voice was flat and indifferent.

If it weren't for the miserable state he saw Saito, even with Fujimiya Makoto's character, he would probably have some hesitation before using this move, right?

but.

None of it matters now.

Listening to Fujimiya Makoto's light explanation, Yhwach couldn't help but widen his eyes, and a look of extreme astonishment suddenly appeared on that pitiful girl's face.

This is... the rules?

Can a Zanpakutō actually do something like this?!

"No! No!"

She seemed to have suddenly realized something. Looking at the strange outfit she was wearing and the rules that forced her to become a woman, she seemed to have suddenly realized something, and even the cattail under her skirt unconsciously stretched straight.

"No matter how outrageous the rules are, they can't turn me into this state for no reason."

"There must be more rules beneath the rules!"

Fujimiya Makoto looked at her, his expression seemed a little surprised, but then he slowly calmed down:

"As expected of the True Ancestor of the Quincy."

"This is the first time in such a long time that I've seen someone who can think calmly in a situation like this."

"But, I've already told you the answer, haven't I?"

"The answer?" Yhwach's expression froze, as if he suddenly remembered something. "Could it be..."

Just as he raised his head, he saw circles of deep and dark black swamps spreading out like shadows from under the feet of Fujimiya Makoto, who was in the center of the scarlet area.

In the deepest part of the black swamp, shadows like tentacles swayed faintly, as if they were about to condense into a giant statue behind him.

Fujimiya Makoto still had a warm smile on his face, and he reached out and tapped his chest:

"Grand Duke of the Abyss."

The finger pointed at Yhwach, who was wearing a colorful little skirt.

"Magical girl."

"Isn't this a perfect match?"

Fujimiya Makoto said as if it was a matter of course.

For a moment, Yhwach didn't know where to start complaining.

However, as experienced as she was, she quickly recovered from the absurd words and looked coldly at the young man in front of her and the shadow beneath him:

"So, I have power that rivals yours, right?"

"Yes."

Fujimiya Makoto looked at her with a smile and pointed to his brain: "He should have been imprinted in your brain."

The smile on Yhwach's face grew increasingly cold, while he was secretly searching through his memories.

Then, I got the answer from a sweet and childish voice.

[Melee Magical Girl Physique (Passive)]

[Skill Description: You possess a healthy body and a strong will that cannot be damaged!]

Yhwach was startled and repeated subconsciously:

"Will not be..."

"what?"

She suddenly realized what was happening and muttered to herself in confusion.

Where's the magic? !

What kind of competition is this?

However, before Yhwach could react, Fujimiya Makoto had already raised the Imperial Purification Sword, pointed the tip of the sword forward, and chuckled:

"That's the rule I set."

"What? Are you not convinced?"

Almost at the moment when the words fell, the black swamp under Fujimiya Makoto's feet suddenly extended towards Yhwach like a shadow that suddenly stretched out in the afternoon, at an astonishing speed.

Boneless black arms shot out from the depths of the shadows one after another, and the ends suddenly formed into various sharp weapon shapes, piercing into Yhwach's body without hesitation, but without making any sound.

This isn't a question of whether or not you're convinced, is it?!

How did you have the nerve to say "That's fair, isn't it" just now?

It's simply one-sided cheating!

She has been cheating since she was born, but this is the first time she has faced such an outrageous guy.

Moreover, just by seeing that line of ability description, Yhwach couldn't help but feel a bad premonition in his heart.

What does it mean that it won’t be broken?

At this moment, she felt like there was a mouthful of soup stuck in her throat. She jumped back repeatedly to avoid the intensive attack, and the cross knife in her hand slashed horizontally at the shadow blades.

As the blade passed, the shadows were easily cut into several pieces.

However, the part that fell to the ground continued to wriggle.

If the shadow on the ground spread to the surroundings, it would quickly connect with it and then fly towards her again.

Endless.

If that's the case, then can we only target the manipulator?

Yhwach thought rapidly in his mind, his cold eyes directed directly at Fujimiya Makoto who was standing there, and suddenly spoke:

"Self-Gift: Speed."

The next moment, the girl, who was originally leaping across the scarlet earth like a clever monkey, suddenly touched the solid ground with her toes.

Before Fujimiya Makoto could catch her next move, the girl's figure suddenly disappeared from his sight.

Fujimiya Makoto was stunned.

Immediately afterwards, a very sharp sound of breaking wind suddenly sounded behind him.

Yhwach's speed was so fast that it was almost like a continuous afterimage. In just a moment, he had surpassed the distance of dozens of meters.

Fujimiya Makoto's expression froze at first, and then dozens of fine spikes burst out from the dark shadow under his feet and wrapped around his body like a hedgehog.

However, Yhwach used his small body and the huge cross blade to shield himself from the incoming spikes, while at the same time, the cross blade in his hand chopped off all the black spikes that blocked his way at an astonishing speed.

Fujimiya Makoto, who was nearby, looked at her coldly.

Almost at the moment when Yhwach's sword was exhausted, he suddenly slashed forward.

However, the moment he raised his hand, a malicious smile suddenly appeared on the corner of Yhwach's mouth.

"Holy Mie Ya!"

Fujimiya Makoto's pupils suddenly constricted.

A faint ripple suddenly appeared in the air behind Yhwach.

The next moment, the blade that had just been slashed suddenly spun around, smashing the dense spiritual arrows that were flying towards it, and the feet suddenly retreated in an instant.

However, before Fujimiya Makoto could regroup, Yhwach stopped in his tracks, pointed a finger coldly at the ground beneath Fujimiya Makoto's feet.

"Spirit particle concentrated flame!"

With a sudden bang, a pillar of blazing green fire engulfed Fujimiya Makoto's entire body in an instant, illuminating the look of astonishment that subconsciously appeared on his face.

The surrounding ground collapsed and cracked, and debris flew everywhere.

Yhwach sneered and took a step forward. He gradually adapted to this body and the current strength of his spiritual pressure.

The sense of distance of the cross knife gradually became familiar again.

"No matter how many complex techniques you have, they are nothing but strange tricks."

"The only thing that never makes mistakes in this world is power."

"Fujimiya Makoto."

Yhwach looked at the raging fire in front of him. The vicissitudes of life on the girl's face was a little out of place, but it did not affect her current mood.

What kind of fair fight to the death?

Bells and whistles.

A strong person should use a crushing attitude to beat the weak to their knees cleanly and thoroughly!

How could power be such an inconvenient thing?

"Great Holy Bow!"

The clear blue bow body condensed between the girl's hands as the spirit particles gathered, and the tip of the arrow pointed straight at the figure in the center of the fire column.

However, before Yhwach could loosen his grip on the strings.

"laugh!"

A pitch-black sword tip suddenly pierced through the girl's slender calf from the ground.

Yhwach's expression froze.

Chapter 5: Hell Transformation (k!)

What on earth is this...?

Just as this thought flashed through Yhwach's mind, he saw the shadow that penetrated her slender calf suddenly spread out, tearing and blooming along the wound like a flower, tearing dozens of tiny wounds in an instant, almost tearing her entire calf apart.

The girl's reaction was astonishingly fast. She swung her palm knife without hesitation and cut off her calf. She then flew back like a shadow, retreating more than ten meters away.

The Great Sage Bow that had already condensed in his hand was decisively pointed at the ground.

Towards the part where shadow remains.

Suddenly, several spirit arrows thicker than spears flew out.

"Chi chi chi——"

The arrow suddenly pierced through the ground where shadows remained. The tip of the arrow seemed to have pierced some living creature, spurting out smelly deep purple blood and burning with a raging stream of fire.

The giant beast, whose entire body looked like vines lurking in the shadows, suddenly let out a sharp, piercing howl.

'What is this? ! '

The girl looked at the ground with a chill in her beautiful eyes. With just a clear shout, her severed calf healed again.

However, forcibly using a large amount of Spirit King power without the 'Eye of All-Knowing and All-Powerful' was also a considerable burden even for her. Cold sweat dripped down her temples, wetting her somewhat messy black hair, and the cattail that swayed under her skirt became increasingly tense.

Immediately afterwards, Yhwach seemed to have remembered something and turned to look in the direction where the column of spirit fire was erupting.