mtl008 Chapter 756 - 756
Chapter 756 - 756
Was it an illusion?How could Xiao Ai possibly feel unwilling?
She was recognized as the world's strongest swordsman!
Nangou Torajirou thought this in his heart.
And at this moment.
A sudden change occurred on the field!
"Final Secret Sword: Shadow Chaser!"
Kurogane Ikki unleashed his strongest strike.
It was an extraordinarily fast slash.
Under everyone's astonished gazes, even the shadow beneath his feet was left behind—that slash was so fast even shadows couldn't catch up!
Simultaneously, the gravitational force of the Devil King roared forth. With overwhelming gravity, he forcibly imprinted the causality of victory onto reality!
Once this strike landed, there would be no return!
On the other side.
While Kurogane Ikki was gathering power, Eiji was also gathering power.
An unwavering sword heart!
A sword intent capable of severing everything!
All were poured into his blade.
Nothing could not be cut!
This was precisely Eiji's sword style.
In other words, the pinnacle of Aurora swordsmanship—!
"Final Form: Light Chaser—!!!"
The low shout dissolved into the light, becoming inaudible.
Filling everyone's vision was only that extreme radiance!
No!
Not at all!
The so-called light was merely its surface appearance, merely the view of an amateur.
In the eyes of Nangou Torajirou and the others, the phenomenon caused by that slash was precisely the opposite.
Along the trajectory the blade passed through, the light vanished completely, as if it had become a black hole.
That slash seemed to have even severed light itself!
Light Chaser.
As the name implied, it used one's own sword to sever everything, so fast that even light couldn't catch up. It harbored Eiji's ambition to eventually sever even time itself. It was the strongest strike he used when breaking through to Devil King, the one that severed the stone gate!
Two figures passed by each other.
A storm named sword swept across the entire arena.
In this instant, tens of millions of eyes focused on the two. Everyone subconsciously held their breath, the entire venue so quiet that the drop of a pin could be heard clearly.
Touka, Kanata Totokubara, Stella, and students hiding in the shadows like Sara—even masters like Shinguuji Kurono, Saikyo Nene, and Nangou Torajirou were no exception—all widened their eyes.
Only the silver-haired beauty showed no trace of tension in her eyes at this moment.
From the very beginning, she had been certain of this battle's victor.
"That sword is one capable of severing causality."
She silently recited in her heart, declaring this battle's outcome.
"A sword that merely fixes causality was doomed from the start."
That's right.
The sword of causality and the sword that severs causality.
Between them existed the relationship of what is severed and what severs.
Very simple.
Very absolute.
"...You really are strong."
Within the combat area.
Kurogane Ikki looked dazed, as if he hadn't yet recovered from the aftermath of that slash, but a bitter smile spilled from the corner of his mouth.
The moment Eiji swung that sword, he had already known.
The gap between them was vast—he couldn't win.
What a terrifying guy.
He had been suppressed by him all along, finally seeing a glimmer of hope for victory, only to be crushed beneath his feet again.
"I appreciate the praise."
A light laugh came from behind.
"I welcome your challenges anytime."
"Haha..."
Kurogane Ikki let out a bitter laugh.
It's over.
He was destined to be the eternal runner-up for the rest of his life.
Crackle—!
Suddenly, the jet-black blade shattered into glittering dust.
Kurogane Ikki's consciousness gradually faded into darkness, his body collapsing heavily to the ground as if weighed down by lead.
It wasn't that his sword was weak.
In fact, had anyone else faced him—even Saikyo Nene herself—the probability of Kurogane Ikki emerging victorious would have been exceedingly high.
Unfortunately, this year's Seven Star Sword Art Festival had produced a monster like Eiji.
He had broken into the realm of a Demon Person with unprecedented dominance, creating an ultimate swordsmanship capable of severing even causality itself!
If Kurogane Ikki's sword represented the ultimate form of cutting,
Then Eiji's sword embodied the transcendent form of cutting!
"The match is over! The winner is Eiji Nangou!"
Shinguuji Kurono snapped back to reality and shouted excitedly.
"Ikki!"
Stella and Kurogane Shizuku rushed onto the stage simultaneously, their faces filled with anxiety.
"And here—he is!!!"
At the same time, the host's wildly exhilarated voice echoed throughout the venue via the broadcast system!
"After four long days, thirty dazzlingly intense battles, reversal after reversal after reversal! Witnessed by millions of viewers, the champion of this year's Seven Star Sword Art Festival has finally been decided! He is Eiji Nangou from Hagun Academy, now titled
"WOOOOOOOOOH!!!"
Deafening cheers erupted across the entire stadium, wave after wave of roaring applause spreading throughout the city.
Touka and Kanata Totokubara both broke into joyful smiles, offering respectful applause.
"Uwah!"
"Eeeeh?! Mr. Kaieda, why are you suddenly coughing up blood?!"
"It's nothing... I was merely blind and foolish, daring to glimpse the swordsmanship of the Sword God..."
"Huh! I have no idea what you're talking about! Medical team, hurry over here!"
The VIP seating area descended into chaos.
Kaieda looked utterly exhausted, his aura greatly diminished, his eyes dull and lifeless.
He no longer resembled an eighty-year-old grandmaster, but rather an ordinary old man nearing his end.
In truth, it wasn't just him.
In the spectator stands.
Nangou Torajirou and Saikyo Nene, master and disciple, both had faces shifting between shades of green and purple.
"...A terrifying sword."
After a long silence, Nangou Torajirou finally regained his composure.
Yet his aura remained slightly weakened, prompting him to release a sigh mingled with awe and fear.
Despite being master and disciple, he felt genuine terror toward his disciple's swordsmanship.
"Ugh...!"
Saikyo Nene shook her head repeatedly.
She tried to comprehend Eiji's swordsmanship, but the more she understood, the sharper that light-severing sword became, effortlessly wounding her spirit.
"If only I knew nothing of swordsmanship, I might be feeling better right now..."
Wearing an expression of utter exhaustion as if she'd been broken, she slumped into her chair.
That sword was too terrifying.
Capable of severing causality itself—merely recalling it sent stabbing pains through her mind. Forcing herself to understand it would inevitably lead to severe backlash, just like Kaieda!
She quickly shook off all impressions of that sword, vowing never to recall it again!
"Xiao Ai, were you injured by that sword before as well?"
Nangou Torajirou deliberately changed the subject, refusing to dwell on that sword technique, and his unsettled mind finally calmed somewhat.
"Yes."
Edelweiss admitted frankly, her expression filled with emotion.
"I never expected him to create such a terrifying sword technique—even I cannot break through that move."
"At this point, his swordsmanship is no longer inferior to mine."
"The title of Sword God is well-deserved."