Anime, Girlfriend Shokuhou Misaki

“『Seigaiha』”

“『Biyoku』”

“『Hanatachibana』”

“『Imoseyama』”

Motomura Makoto continuously traced various exquisite moves in the air.

The terrifying pressure caused Tony to concentrate all his attention, not daring to relax in the slightest, frantically squeezing his potential to cope with Motomura Makoto's attacks.

He was growing rapidly.

As a natural swordsman, in this high-quality swordsmanship duel, Tony's own swordsmanship was growing crazily, and the compatibility between him and his Authority was also growing rapidly.

“Oh.”

Mechanically repeating these actions that had long been deeply ingrained in his mind, Motomura Makoto looked at Tony now, and was indeed a little shocked, but for him, there was more indifference.

He was trying the Origami Crane after a long time, just because this sword move was really his weakest sword move, his lowest attack power sword move.

Tony had some talent in swordsmanship, which seemed normal to him.

But if he were to really comment, he could only say that the height of this talent was far inferior to Edelweiss.

The reason why he was not so anxious, using this roundabout way to play with Tony, was because he was now sensing Tony's Authority.

—『Tearing Silver Hand』.

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

He was sensing the specific location of the Danann Divine Race in the realm of the gods.

“Can be sensed.”

“Still a little bit short, the aura can be traced.”

In fact, the current scene, from the outside, was quite strange.

In the very center of the battlefield, what lit up was the sword light and shadows that could not be looked at directly.

However, the two protagonists, that is, the two opponents wielding sharp blades, did not speak in this seemingly fierce battle.

Only because one person was constantly evolving in the battle.

And the other one.

(Found it.)

Motomura Makoto's eyes flashed with a sharp light.

“Success.”

Tony's excited voice rang out, and runes densely covered the silver sword.

The terrifying curse power erupted like a volcanic eruption, and Tony's speed seemed to suddenly be strengthened qualitatively at this moment. The whole person instantly retreated from Motomura Makoto's encirclement and leaped into the air.

The fierce sword light was brewing on Tony's sword.

“A sword that can penetrate all enemies with just one swing, may the radiance dwell within it to deprive all life!”

The runes on Tony's sword grew crazily, and in a very short period of time, it quickly turned into a huge magic sword weighing more than three hundred kilograms, with a blade about eight feet long and a hilt about one meter long.

“Skills contain power—even divine skills, if they don’t have the corresponding power, will end up being slaughtered.”

The curse power continued to flow out to the already inflated magic sword.

The momentum of the magic sword grew wildly like weeds.

“The Authority I use the most is the 『Tearing Silver Hand』 Authority.”

“Because only this Authority is the most in line with my heart, the most in line with my style.”

“This Authority has many forms of expression, and I have always wanted to integrate these forms together.”

“But before, they all failed.”

“But just now, I finally succeeded.”

“Sure enough, only the most extreme battle can allow me to evolve. I want to thank you, my dear friend.”

The momentum of the magic sword had climbed to its peak, and Tony's fighting spirit was also higher than ever before.

“So, dear friend, to express my gratitude.”

“Take my full-powered sword!”

Wielding the great sword in his hand, in the blink of an eye, Tony had shortened almost half the distance between him and Motomura Makoto.

At this time, Motomura Makoto just raised his head, his indifferent eyes, indifferent expression, and thin lips slowly opened.

“Noisy.”

“—『Extreme Death Seven Nights』!”

The blade light, lit up.

Clearly, it was just a casual wave of the blade, but even so, when this cold blade light condensed and lit up in this space, the space was directly broken.

This was an absolutely powerful blade cut out with the blessing of the space boundary.

At this moment, the speed of the slash seemed to have surpassed time.

Sonic speed?

No, the speed of light?

No, how could this be such a simple blade.

This was a blade that had completely transcended the concept of speed.

Heaven and earth instantly fell into a state of darkness because of the complete separation of this space.

This was a completely sure-hit attack, an attack that could not be avoided at all.

Full of momentum, Tony, who was originally full of confidence, instantly felt the threat of death, directly changing from attack to defense, and placing the magic sword directly in front of him.

“Crack!”

“Puff!”

Fresh blood splattered across the sky, and the Underworld was torn apart once again.

Chapter 302: 2.5 Gojo Satoru

The world was divided into two, as if it presented the moment at the beginning of the world, when heaven and earth were chaotic and the boundaries were just separated.

With the blade as the boundary, the top was black and the bottom was white.

Tony was even worse, his whole body was directly divided into two sections, his upper and lower body fell on the ground, and he passed out.

Is he dead?

Actually, he is not dead.

The vitality of a Godslayer is actually very strong. In fact, even an ordinary person would not die instantly if their body was directly cut into two pieces, and there would be a period of struggle.

Godslayers are even more so.

In fact, the curse power in Tony's body had already begun to operate on its own, stopping the bleeding at the severed area.

Living things.

Blood is always the most important thing. As long as the blood does not dry up, life can be maintained.

“Tony!”

A big man shouted loudly, breaking into the battlefield at this moment. Motomura Makoto slightly raised his eyelids, ignoring the man's actions, and turned to leave.

“It seems that you have gotten your wish.”

Athena also ignored the man's rescue of the Godslayer, because whether it was for her or for Motomura Makoto, the life and death of this Sword King was insignificant and not necessary at all.

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

“Barely counts.”

“However, for me, this method of operation is a bit troublesome.”

Completely locating the last point of the space coordinates in his hand, and memorizing them in his mind, Motomura Makoto frowned.

Actually.

Saying it was troublesome, what kind of trouble was it?

In fact, he always needed to control his power, being careful not to let the Godslayers fighting him be killed directly because of his impatience.

Just like Tony just now.

The Godslayers in this world are really quite weak to him.

So weak that, just like just now, he just casually used a sword technique that was already outdated for him, and Tony had no ability to resist and directly became 2.5 Gojo Satoru.

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

At that time, for Motomura Makoto, who had not yet fully mastered time and space, this sword technique that condensed time and space together was indeed a sword technique worth using as a trump card.

However, people always have to progress.

After so much time, he has also made progress.

For him, after so much training, the power of time and space, even if it has not reached the point of being as easy as using his arms and fingers, is also familiar to his heart.

Like now, even if he did not deliberately, even if he did not use much power, he still split the world with one sword.

Unfortunately, if he wanted to locate the position of a divine system through the Authority of the Godslayer, he still needed to have long-term, short-distance contact like Tony today.

Touching his chin, Motomura Makoto thought carefully.

“It seems that I can only try other methods.”

“Next time, I’ll grab one and see if I can control their minds and let them keep showing me.”

Motomura Makoto still did not want to threaten such things. According to his understanding, the Godslayers in this world should all be of the kind who are not afraid of life and death.

If they were really afraid of life and death, they would not challenge Unsubmissive Gods for no reason.

After all, who would do the kind of head-dropping work every day after becoming a king.

“What are you going to do next?”

After thinking about these things, Motomura Makoto stopped thinking and turned the topic to Athena, who was walking slowly beside him.

“The contract has been completed, and I will not accompany you next.”

Athena smiled charmingly, and a beautiful smile bloomed on the ice-cold face she had been maintaining.

As things stand.

From Motomura Makoto's actions, Athena could roughly predict what Motomura Makoto wanted to do.

In addition, she had now regained her complete body, and there were some things she could not do before that she should do now.

“Well, I look forward to the day you take the initiative to surrender.”

Motomura Makoto did not try to keep her, did not force her, and shrugged his shoulders with a smile on his face.

“Very good, I admire your confidence.”

“If you really have a day to realize it, I will naturally abide by what you said today.”

As Athena's voice fell, her body directly turned into a gust of black wind and disappeared here.

“What about me next.”

Touching his chin, Motomura Makoto stretched out his hand and directly opened a dark gap in the space in front of him.

“Ah!”

From that gap, there was a delicate cry of a girl.

In the next second, Liliana, who was completely in a state of confusion, directly appeared here.

Well, she appeared here in a state of being lifted by the neck by Motomura Makoto with one hand.

Liliana's face was full of surprise and dazed expression.