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The trembling sound of the spirit blade cutting through the air startled the sleeping moonlight.
Yae Sakura leaped up as lightly as if her toes had touched the water's surface, her twelve-layered kimono and crimson hakama unfurling like crane wings in the night breeze. Before the blade even reached her, the full moon's outline had already been cleaved into two silver scythes, and the cherry blossoms that fell with the swinging semicircle shattered into stardust in the flash of the blade—the dust of light that rose from Mistelin's hair as she leaned back was just like the fragments of moonlight that were refracted and shaken down by the blade at this very moment.
A strike that is too fast, too urgent, and too fierce could even make onlookers subconsciously think that the moon is really going to be cut in two by this one strike.
—Even so, this is only the prelude.
The girl, who had just flipped her wrist in mid-air, was immediately met with the next blow!
"My flow·Secret Sword·Moon Shadow!"
The moment the priestess murmured, three thousand cherry blossoms bloomed from nothingness. Each petal carried a glint of light, cascading down like an avalanche.
No longer relying solely on swordsmanship to fight off enemies, the pseudo-Herrscher also possesses similar authority, just like Yuno. At this moment, the girl is scattering the flowers that are clearest in her memory, the cherry blossoms that always fill the streets with the arrival of spring and overflow every corner in sight, the cherry blossoms that are the same color as the boy's eyes.
That day, under the intense sunlight, the colors in the eyes of the boy who turned around, as if he were bathed in a golden veil, were too dazzling.
Even if it's just imitation, just recalling the swing of the blade, one can't help but unconsciously conjure up those dazzling and exquisitely blooming petals.
Each petal is terrifying enough. If there were professional detectors at this moment, people would find that the energy contained in these seemingly gorgeous petals is enough to easily tear apart blocks thousands of meters long.
Ok……
Not bad.
It looks good, and it's powerful too.
The banner that bloomed from Mistelin's fingertips fluttered, showing no intention of summoning the Form on the battlefield today—
This was utterly useless. In battles against Herrscher-level enemies, these little guys, who weren't even mature yet, could only serve as cannon fodder for a fleeting moment. So the girl simply used the flag as a weapon and waved it lightly for a short while.
The fluttering purple banner greeted the petals that radiated cold light and chill in the air—although Yae Sakura, who was silently chanting the name of her move, had no intention of letting her opponent finish her off. The moment the two touched, she changed her move in mid-air, and the next strike came as soon as she flipped her wrist.
"I flow·Sanhua·Ranying."
A girl, walking slowly among the petals, seemingly floating in the air yet treading on the ground like a girl in a pond, spun around and unleashed seven crescent-shaped slashes, the falling cherry blossoms crystallizing into sharp blades in the flash of her sword.
Mistelin gripped her wrist tightly and twisted it, turning the banner in her hand and weaving it into a dreamlike shield. The crisp sound of the blades colliding was like the simultaneous ringing of a hundred-faced Kagura bell.
Before the collapsing energy could even land, it had already reformed into a swirling storm around her skirt.
There is no time to rest.
The blows came one after another without pause.
This battle was by no means a one-on-one duel between two people.
The Herrscher of Thunder, who had been ignored to the side, had completely entered a full battle stance.
Danger!
Danger!
Danger! !! !!
The moment you sense a warning of intense energy gathering around you, a thought leaps through your mind—
As Mistelin turned her head, prompted by her body, her purple eyes only had time to catch a glimpse of the savage look in the eyes of the purple-haired girl who had appeared behind her, and...
—A deafening roar of thunder!
The raging thunderclouds instantly obscured the blazing sun overhead, and a sudden downpour, like a waterfall carrying towering waves, crashed down from the heavens, striking down the challenger who dared to violate the queen's dignity, together with the thunderous roar in the sky!
A silvery-white dragon snake meandered and twisted in the black curtain that covered the sky and the earth. The world was shrouded in darkness, but Yae Sakura, who was observing from the side, remained unharmed despite the sudden rain.
The rational type is inherently unsuitable for combat against Herrschers, especially against the Herrscher of Thunder, who is theoretically the least compatible with them.
The electromagnetic field that surrounds us in nature allows the power of lightning to interfere with the flow of information and energy.
Even if they are roughly equal in combat strength, the authority belonging to the Herrscher is absolutely the most unscrupulous thing in the world.
Amidst the churning waves of torrential rain and thunder.
Mistelin could only raise her gun.
Continuously waving.
The purple blades struck down the thunder, one after another, beam after beam, and after paying the price of almost paralyzing half of her body, she found an opening.
He hurled the spear in his hand forward like a battle spear, followed by the charge of the magnificent knight's lance.
He gripped the gun barrel tightly with both hands, and charged in a savage and excessively heavy manner, in a manner completely opposite to that of a spear.
"Just right!"
His almost bloodshot eyes froze instantly.
A short spear that instantly pierces the sound barrier cannot even survive for a second longer in the highly condensed lightning.
—It melted in an instant.
A fleeting glimpse of liquid reflected in the purple eyes as it evaporated.
Raiden Mei's blade struck the air with a thunderous roar, unleashing a burst of power that had been accumulating for so long, now condensed into a high density.
It's no longer about focusing on wide-range attacks like it used to; now everything is highly condensed into individual strikes and techniques.
……
Chapter 153 I love watching women fight.
Dark clouds rushed in from the clear sky, and silver-purple dragons and snakes roamed among the clouds—the lightning that burst forth when the sleeve was raised did not strike in a straight line, but transformed into an ouroboros that coiled around the blade, and each flash doubled the concentration of ozone in the air.
The existence that terrifies ordinary people, or even those who simply stand by and cannot breathe due to the altered environment, is merely the most insignificant part of the battle.
In the utterly dim world, only lightning and illusory purple light rushed toward the center at extremely high speeds and collided.
Guns and knives clashed.
clang!clang!clang!
In the blink of an eye, countless airtight strikes and collisions had occurred; the clash between apostles of gods had surpassed the limits of what mortals could see.
Since the beginning of human history, there have probably been few decisive battles as brilliant as this.
To ordinary mortals, this decisive battle was nothing more than bursts of thunder in the sky. Lightning repeatedly illuminated the gaps in the dark clouds, as if lightning-wielding gods were traversing the heavens and earth, spewing out thunder and lightning.
For Raiden Mei and Mistyrin, every collision is an explosion of skill and energy.
Without the talent and skills to integrate everything, and without inflated physical attributes and extreme energy.
If you lack even the slightest bit, you're not qualified to exist in this battle for even a second. Faced with such extreme individual power, the group has become meaningless. Even if you endlessly increase the number of people in the group, it's nothing more than a gathering of ants.
Even emperor-level beings would be instantly vaporized in such a battle, just as a mere accidental spill of energy is enough to tear apart distant mountains.
Even if it's already above the visible clouds, a single missed attack that hits the ground can cause enough damage to create almost permanent geological destruction.
The earth was cleaved, mountains were pulverized, and even distant lakes were evaporated. The shockwaves nearly turned the entire land upside down like a carpet, and all life on that vast land was instantly annihilated... All the damage that humanity has caused so far is less than the aftermath of this battle.
The mere radiation of energy, along with the extremely high and low temperatures of the air currents, was cutting through the clouds in the sky, and the huge craters in the clouds were being filled by even more clouds.
The lightning woven from the roaring ions within is a natural disaster, something that doesn't even qualify one to participate in.
At this moment, when their reactions to each other have been refined to the highest level, everything else in the world is only fit to be an observer, watching the battle between Herrscher-level beings.
Even so, Raiden Mei, whose fighting spirit had been developed to the extreme, instantly purified the lightning in nature, endowed it with high Honkai energy, and transformed it into a scarlet lightning that was capable of truly tearing everything apart. Countless billions of cracks in sight focused on the sky at the same moment.
"Tear--"
The heavy lance was swung in a half-circle, its immense energy blasting everything apart with a head-on collision. The moment the surrounding plasma arcs and electric arcs rushed towards them, a hissing sound rang out, like the mournful cries of a thousand wild birds. The purple sharpness tore the leaping electric arcs into pieces.
Unable to match the Herrscher of Thunder in speed, she destroys everything around her with overwhelming force—a gentle girl unleashing a vibrant energy that contrasts sharply with her outward appearance.
At that very moment, morning dew suddenly condensed on the tip of Yae Sakura's sword.
The seemingly slow, flat thrust actually pierced through thirty-six afterimages.
A strand of long, silvery-white hair, as white as moonlight, fell from the air—yet there was still no red on the blade.
"No? It's so slippery..."
Despite secretly lamenting the troublesome nature of her enemy, Yae Sakura showed no intention of stopping. In the instant she flipped her wrist, she unleashed another sword aura of condensed power.
The steps of the double cherry blossoms created a thousand-meter-high air wave, causing the coniferous forests at the foot of the mountain to bend like ears of wheat.
Before the blade had even been fully drawn, the towering mountain fifty kilometers away had already split open along its ridgeline.
The collapsed rock walls and sand cascaded down like a silver waterfall under the moonlight, and the aftershocks of the sword energy shattered the scattered boulders into countless fragments, each fragment leaving a crimson trail in the night sky.
Forced into a corner with no way to escape, Mistelin was forced to land on the desolate land amidst the dazzling lightning and cherry blossoms.
……
Tick tock——!
Raindrops fell from the clouds that had been accumulating to their limit.
The parched land instantly became incredibly wet.
Raiden Mei, still high in the sky, looked down at the girl standing on the ground—
"If you surrender now, I can go easy on you later."
"No need, I've only just started warming up."
Mistelin tossed her long, loose hair aside, her purple eyes looking down at the two girls who were descending along with the dark clouds and the gradually falling raindrops—the spear in her hand, clearly modeled after the Black Abyss White Flower, was repaired in an instant, and the spearhead, blooming like a flower, sliced through the raindrops the moment it was raised.
"is it?"
"That……"
The Queen of Thunder seemed to be murmuring a sigh of regret.
There's no need to think about what's being lamented, because the moment that half-note fell, a sense of crisis, as if being completely shattered in the middle, arrived with the splitting of that strand of hair at the end of the hair.
"What a pity!"
The dreamlike eyes reflected a sharpness so intense that even light and shadow could hardly capture or preserve it.
Before Mistelin's silver hair, which had been tossed back by her retreating step, could fall, Raiden Mei's blade had already cleaved the rain curtain between them. The shrieking sound of the blade cutting through the air turned into the roar of metal clashing 0.03 seconds later—Yae Sakura's spirit sword thrust in from the right blind spot, its tip precisely meeting the hilt of the Seven Lightning Blades of Purification, providing additional support. At the point where the three forces converged, a burst of blue-purple plasma exploded.
"At this speed... even if I surrender, you never really intended to hold back, did you?"
The question was not answered.
Only the relentless glint of the blade remained.
The girl's back arched almost parallel to the ground, and the reaction force from her left hand bracing against the ground caused her boot heel to carve a ten-meter-long trench.
Yae Sakura's sword light chased after her afterimage and slashed down. The cherry blossom trees along the way were suspended in mid-air for half a second before collapsing with a crash, and the broken wood gleamed with a cold metallic light.
Mei's lightning bolts, which she spun around and unleashed, were not in a straight line either. Her simple and unadorned swordsmanship would only intersect amidst the raging thunderstorm—at crucial moments.
The bluish-purple electric python lunged forward in a serpentine motion along the ground, raising its head to pounce and bite the instant it touched Mistelin's shadow.
As a girl who will later utter all sorts of cringeworthy lines, her battles now often resemble those in anime.
Those attacks were indeed extremely dangerous, and as they clashed, they instantly forced the girl from the shattered earth back into the last remaining forest.
The force of the Holy Mark's stepping on the cliff caused the towering mountain to collapse with a roar. As it leaped into the air, creation materialized at the edges of its fingertips, and the right hand once again hurled the spear.
The lightning struck the spear tip, creating a blinding white spot like welding, illuminating Yae Sakura's silently approaching blade—
"I flow Sakura Fukiyuki."
……
The witch's low murmur was ripped apart by the trembling sound of the blade, and twelve illusory yet real slashes simultaneously blocked Mistelin's escape routes.
Each blade of light trailed a cherry blossom-shaped energy trail, with three of the strikes suddenly deflecting at a ninety-degree angle—a testament to the mastery of one's swordsmanship once again during the battle.
Mistelin's pupils contracted to vertical slits. Even as she tried her best to retreat, she could not change the fact that her armor had been shattered in an instant, leaving bloody lines on her skin.
Ultimately, it is still too immature.
Even with a thorough understanding, one still has past combat experience.
Currently, there are still some errors in judgment when necessary, and there are also some things that need to be addressed between the two Heralds.
——Sizzle!
A flash of lightning appeared again in the corner of his eye.
It was perfectly controlled outside the visible range.
Mistelin spun almost touching the ground, her toes creating ripples in the air like oil paint. The shattered forms of the material reassembled within the ripples, transforming into countless spears suspended in mid-air.
—A product modeled after the Tenth Key of God, the Key of Domination, is sufficient for use in this battle.