Anime, Girlfriend Shokuhou Misaki

A clash of steel resounded.

Two sounds of tearing flesh erupted simultaneously. One of the three spatial cleaves was blocked, but the other two struck Black Iron Ouma's chest, landing on the same spot and slicing through the surface layers of his flesh.

"Excellent swordsmanship."

His attack missed, and he suffered another wound.

Yet, Black Iron Ouma's expression remained calm, devoid of any fluctuation.

He continued to regard Orikura Makoto, who was creating distance, with a cold, indifferent gaze.

"Perfectly simultaneous attacks."

"An unstoppable sword technique. I must admit, you've surprised me quite a bit."

Again with the condescension, that superior attitude.

"With this swordsmanship alone, you could easily join the ranks of top swordsmen."

"But—"

"It's been quite some time, and you've attacked many times. You should have noticed your own powerlessness by now, shouldn't you?"

Without even glancing at his wounds, Black Iron Ouma maintained his arrogant demeanor.

Indeed, Orikura Makoto had broken through his defenses.

He had left two shallow wounds on his flesh, which had not seen new injuries for a long time.

But so what?

A long scratch that barely broke his skin.

A stab wound that penetrated about five centimeters.

Neither attack had any significant effect.

To be blunt, even if he took dozens or hundreds more of the same attacks, they wouldn't do much to him.

Don't even bother suggesting that multiple wounds and blood loss could kill him.

He had trained his body to such an extent that he could control his muscles. He had already controlled the muscles around those wounds to close them, effectively stopping the bleeding.

This meant that no matter how hard Orikura Makoto tried,

if he couldn't completely break through Black Iron Ouma's defenses, all his efforts would ultimately be in vain.

"Stella Vermillion, is that woman awakening or evolving?"

Black Iron Ouma didn't continue his assault. Instead, he lowered the katana in his hand and questioned Orikura Makoto.

"What do you want?"

The sudden mention of Stella caused Orikura Makoto's nerves to tighten immediately.

His gaze rapidly scanned the battlefield, and then his pupils contracted sharply, his voice becoming urgent.

"That puppet master—"

For a moment, Orikura Makoto had been somewhat lost in the fight, forgetting everything else and focusing solely on dealing with Black Iron Ouma.

He had completely forgotten about the existence of the puppet master from the beginning.

Now, that guy had disappeared.

He also knew that, given Black Iron Ouma's pride, he wouldn't allow a second person to interfere in a one-on-one battle.

Then, the puppet master's current whereabouts were obvious.

"Damn it—"

"Are you in a hurry?"

Black Iron Ouma abruptly raised his head, his eyes seeming to brew some sort of divine light.

"Hiraga Reizen's current strength isn't that high."

"The flames around that woman are enough to withstand his threads."

"But if, even so, that woman's evolution is interrupted, it just means that's all she is."

"On the battlefield, enemies will never politely wait for you to finish evolving before attacking."

It seemed that fighting spirit was constantly brewing within Black Iron Ouma.

"Boom!"

Immense magical power emanated from him, then flooded into the katana in his hand.

"If you're really in such a hurry to save that woman, try to take this move of mine."

"If you can take it, everything ends here today."

"If you can't, I'll go find that woman. Even if Hiraga Reizen fails, I'll directly interrupt her evolution and continue fighting her."

The storm around Black Iron Ouma intensified, the density of his condensed magical power even deflecting light, making his figure blurry, like a mirage.

The wind surged violently around the blade.

The turbulent airflow swept everything around it, tearing apart not only the clouds in the sky but also causing the surrounding trees to sway wildly, branches to break, and leaves to scatter.

"—'Moon-Severing Heavenly Dragon Claw'!"

As the greatsword swung down, the storm unleashed itself like the claws of a dragon.

Under this terrifying strike, whether it was steel or rock, even the hardest objects in the world would be mercilessly cleaved apart.

"Actually, spatial abilities are strongest when they can directly affect living beings."

"But that can only be done by mastering the tenth dimension of spatial usage."

Looking at the giant sword of wind, which was over fifty meters high and whose swirling airflow was even causing his clothes to billow and rustle,

"So even the chairman, who is called the World Clock, can't do this, and neither can those spatial ability users in Academy City."

"Of course, this may also be related to the fact that the chairman isn't a purely spatial ability user."

"Her ability is ultimately primarily a time-based ability."

The Sky Splitter was slowly raised in his hand. Facing the wind blade that could cut him in half at any moment, Orikura Makoto's eyes didn't reveal the slightest hint of fear.

"So I've researched another method."

"Although this move is a bit of a gimmick, it's not bad if it can be used as a surprise attack."

Magical power erupted from Orikura Makoto, and his figure became equally illusory and hazy.

He aimed the hand holding the Sky Splitter at the sky, his finger on the trigger, and magical power surged wildly towards the Sky Splitter.

"—'Sky Thorn'!"

As his finger pulled the trigger, the magical power that had been gathered in the Sky Splitter vanished instantly.

But it didn't bring about any change.

Everything was as if nothing had happened, only the wind sword, over fifty meters high, continued to slash towards Orikura Makoto.

"The one who's truly been seized by the throat isn't me, but you, Black Iron Ouma."

The magical wind sword disappeared completely.

At the moment of touching Orikura Makoto, it strangely vanished. Black Iron Ouma, maintaining his sword-swinging posture, was frozen in place, as if his body had been fixed. Three azure energy rods, the length of arms, pierced through Black Iron Ouma's body.

The positions of the piercing were precisely his abdomen and chest.

"Stella—"

Chapter 083: Liking Her to This Extent

"Stall over there. I'll have another powerful puppet soon."

Wearing a mask and a tailcoat-style suit, the man let out an eerie, terrifying laugh as he sped through the forest.

"It's hot!"

The change and mutation in temperature were very obvious.

Hiraga Reizen could sense it very clearly. The closer he got to the constantly erupting source of magical power, the more he felt the astonishing heat.

"Hehe!"

"Found it."

In the darkness of the night, the ball of heat that illuminated the surroundings and the sky was particularly bright and eye-catching.

"Become my thing and struggle endlessly."

Silver-white threads shot out from his fingertips, heading straight for the pillar of fire burning fiercely.

However, at that moment,

"Bang—"

Accompanied by a burst of light and heat, a phantom slowly emerged behind Stella, who was groaning and moaning in pain.

It was a dragon phantom, slowly opening its ferocious wings and revealing its sharp claws.

"It's hot, so painful."

Stella believed that she had a strong ability to suppress herself, after all, she had grown up enduring the constant burning pain on her skin, and had finally mastered her ability.

But now she found that her consciousness, which she was so proud of, seemed to be on the verge of collapse.

Her whole body was burning as if it was about to melt, and her chest felt as if it had been directly torn apart.

The dragon phantom was firmly attached to Stella, and a red, rhombus-shaped crystal appeared on her forehead.

The crystal emitted an eerie red light.

It pulsed like a beating heart, and even Stella's skin and hair pulsated in sync with the crystal.

Stella's pupils had completely turned crimson.

She raised her head and slowly opened her mouth.

"Laaaaa—"

In the next instant, Stella let out a roar of incomprehensible meaning.

Just by listening, one could understand that this was definitely not a sound that a human could make.

The sound was like a mountain collapsing, like a tsunami, but without a doubt, it was the roar of a living being.

A sound that could shake the heavens and the earth and change the surrounding environment with just a roar.

Without a doubt, it was a dragon's roar.

"Crap!"

The mask on Hiraga Reizen prevented anyone from seeing his expression, but just from the words he uttered, it was clear that he was not calm.

"Crack, crack—"

"Causing internal vibrations, truly terrifying."

Although he couldn't feel pain, he had already seen cracks gradually spreading from his arm.

"No, I have to leave."

"Next time, I need to use better materials to make my body."

"Is that so!"

The blood-red blade flashed, and a round object flew into the air.

"As I expected, this isn't your main body. Next time, I'll find your true form, you trash."

"Haha!"

"Then I'll look forward to the next time."

The clown's head rolled to the ground, and the red light in his eyes went completely dim.

"Wuuu, aaaaaa, ah—"