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Dozens of magical swords of various shapes burst forth from the ground, but this time, they were no longer a chaotic outburst, but rather formed an exquisite sword array, trapping Irina firmly within it.
Some of the swords even emanated a faint divine aura!
In the audience, even Cang Na's usually calm face showed a look of surprise.
"He... he's analyzing the power of the Holy Sword and then using magic to simulate and reproduce it? No, he's already creating a magical sword that can counter the Holy Sword! What a genius!"
Griselda Quarta's expression was beyond just ugly.
It was deathly pale.
Her two proud genius swordsmen were both utterly outmatched. One was overwhelmed by the skill of a pure human swordsman, reduced to brute force; the other was crushed by the speed and creativity of a traitor who should have been plagued by inner demons.
This is no longer a competition.
This is an utter humiliation.
[Zhou Ye…] Griselda's gaze was fixed intently on the relaxed-looking man. [What exactly is he trying to do? Show off his muscles? No, he's drawing a line, a line that our church must never cross.]
She finally understood that from the very beginning, the other party had never treated them as equal negotiating partners.
They were merely tools used by the other side to display their fangs and incidentally resolve internal problems.
In the arena, Saeko Busujima, suspended in mid-air, moved.
“Try it and you’ll see,” her voice held a resolute determination. “What is the real strike!”
She gripped the knife with both hands, her entire being focused on the tip of the blade.
The space behind her was slightly distorted by that extreme sharpness.
There were no dazzling magical effects, no sacred energy fluctuations.
Only the purest, most refined killing intent and sword intent.
The next moment, she swung her knife!
"Shh-!"
A massive white slash, three meters high, tore through the air with a shrill whistling sound, descending from the sky and slashing down on Xenovia, whose pupils were dilated in shock on the ground!
This slash seemed to split even space itself in two!
"A slash? Don't underestimate me!"
For the first time, a twisted expression of anger and resentment appeared on Genovia's cold face.
"I can do it too!"
She let out a defiant growl, frantically squeezing out the remaining divine power within her body and pouring it all into the [Destruction Holy Sword] in her hand!
Om-!
The greatsword hummed under its own weight, and the blue holy light condensed to its limit, dazzling and blinding.
She mimicked Saeko Busujima's movements, swinging the greatsword upwards with all her might!
A massive blue slash, filled with a violent and destructive aura, shot into the sky, meeting Saeko Busujima's pure white, condensed slash head-on!
"Boom!"
Two enormous sword energies collided fiercely in mid-air in the arena!
The anticipated earth-shattering energy explosion did not occur.
A strange scene appeared.
That pure white slash, like a red-hot knife cutting through butter, swept through the blue holy slash in two with unstoppable force!
没有抵抗.
There is no stalemate.
It's like a phantom being punctured.
The violent blue slash, upon being cut open, completely collapsed its unstable energy structure, turning into countless blue light specks that dissipated into the air.
Saeko Busujima's white slash, after cutting through her opponent's attack, had its power reduced by 90%, but it still carried an unstoppable sharpness as it continued downwards.
Swish!
It didn't slash at Xenovia's body, but rather grazed precisely her right hand that was holding the sword.
A strand of blue hair was cut off and drifted down.
Genovia froze on the spot, her pupils shrinking to the size of pinpoints.
She stared incredulously at her empty right hand, then at her still intact [Destroyed Holy Sword].
what happened?
why?
My attack was... sliced open?
[Tsk tsk tsk, cruel.]
In the audience, Zhou Ye kept shaking his head.
One is a vast and ineffective aggregate of energy; the other is sword intent refined to its ultimate form. How can you even compare them?
Little girl, you know nothing about the true meaning of slaying.
Rias and Sona were completely speechless.
Their understanding was being refreshed again and again by the woman in the arena named Saeko Busujima, and then trampled and crushed on the ground.
A human, with an ordinary knife, suppressed a genius who wielded a holy sword.
It's not scientific, but it's magical.
Or rather, this is very Zhou Ye.
Griseldaquata's body swayed slightly.
Irina, standing beside her, also forgot that she was still confronting Kiba Yuto and stared at her companion in disbelief.
“Xenovia…”
Inside the arena, Saeko Busujima landed lightly, her breathing perfectly steady.
She slowly sheathed the Village Rain sword, making a crisp "click" sound.
This action was like a heavy hammer blow, striking Genovia's heart.
She raised her head, and her bloodthirsty eyes had returned to calm, but beneath that calm was a chilling disappointment that made Xenovia feel.
"ended."
Saeko Busujima spoke calmly.
"Your physical strength, your spirit, and your pathetic self-esteem have all been severed by me."
"You are not even qualified to wield a sword right now."
"you!"
Genovia's body trembled violently.
She wanted to argue, to roar, to raise the holy sword once more to prove herself.
But she couldn't do it.
Her right hand was trembling uncontrollably. It wasn't from fear, but from the collapse of her faith.
Her sword, her prized [Destruction Holy Sword], was utterly defeated in the duel just now.
That woman is right.
She couldn't even understand how the other person did it.
How could she fight in this state?
“I…” Xenovia opened her mouth, her voice hoarse and dry, “I… admit…”
"Don't give up!"
An angry voice interrupted her.
It's Griseldaquata.
She stood up from the audience, her composed smile gone, replaced by an almost ferocious anger.
She stared intently at Saeko Busujima, then looked at Zhou Ye.
"This competition is not over yet!"
"The Lord's warriors will never give up the fight because of a small setback! Xenovia, stand up! Take up your sword! Fight to the last moment for the glory of the Lord!"
Her words were full of seductive power.
Genovia's unfocused eyes regained a spark of light.
Yes... I am the Lord's warrior... How can I give up here...
[Oh? Getting desperate? Starting to use pyramid scheme-style brainwashing?]
Zhou Ye raised an eyebrow, a playful smile appearing on his face.
He stood up, walked to the edge of the arena, and looked down at Griselda.
“Ms. Griselda, if you can’t handle losing, don’t play.”
His voice was soft, yet it carried an undeniable sense of pressure.
"Forcing a mentally broken soldier to continue fighting is not for any glory; you just want her to die to save your ridiculous face."
"You, a person like you, dare to talk about the glory of the Lord?"
"You—!" Griselda was speechless, her face flushed red.
Zhou Ye ignored her and turned to look at Kiba Yuto in the arena.
"Kiba, take care of your opponent."
"Then, this farce can come to an end."
"Yes, Lord Zhou!"