Chapter 313: Iaijutsu
“Damn it!”
Looking at the old and worn doll with its head severed in his hand, even Shun Muto couldn’t help but curse inwardly.
The Association had related information regarding the loss of the Spiritual Artifact [Substitute Doll] and its potential reuse. After all, thanks to Hamano Tsukasa’s efforts, the spiritual energy world, which basically remained uninvolved in worldly affairs before, was in a state of mutual information exchange with the Association.
However, Shun Muto never expected that Masashi Sakuraba would give such a life-saving item to a mere subordinate.
This was also why he didn’t launch a further attack in the first place, which ultimately allowed the black-robed Psychic to escape using spatial abilities.
“Damn it, they’ve taken Yuz away!”
Invisible violent sword energy erupted in his palm, directly shredding the scrapped substitute doll into pieces. Shun Muto no longer had the time to consider whether this thing could still be recovered and reused. His killing gaze was directed at Masashi Sakuraba in the distance.
He originally thought it would be fine to let Yuz heal alone in the back for a while, after all, he had already dealt with those brainless cultists, and he could sense any move Masashi Sakuraba might make.
But he didn’t expect this insidious guy to have such a trick up his sleeve, suddenly appearing in that location to take the person away.
Whether it was out of his personal feelings as an uncle, or as a crucial missing high-end power for the Heroes Association, Shun Muto would not allow [Shadow]’s people to take Yuz away just like that.
He raised his long sword high, and the usually flippant uncle showed a resolute expression as cold as a sword.
“Hey, you snake, you’ve really pissed me off!!”
“Oh? Is that so?”
Masashi Sakuraba, standing on the head of the snake, looked at Shun Muto’s furious expression with great pleasure. However, he himself hadn’t expected Kazumi to be so bold, let alone succeed.
Although it seemed he had wasted a precious life-saving item, it did seem to have genuinely angered the guy in front of him, something he himself hadn’t been able to do.
With this, Shun Muto, driven by hatred, would no longer think about destroying the magic array. Then his opportunity to collect energy should be perfectly completed.
While contemplating these matters, Masashi Sakuraba controlled the summoned creature beneath his feet to continue gathering power.
Masashi Sakuraba didn’t know Shun Muto’s limit.
But just now, in order to stop Kazumi from snatching the hostage, Shun Muto had forcefully interrupted his own charging state.
It was known that the most important aspect of swordsmanship was the accumulation of momentum, just like the gathering of energy. The hastily swung blade of the sword couldn’t even cut through the scales of the Yamata no Orochi.
But the energy they had accumulated had not stopped. And with the attack range of the giant snake, even if Shun Muto’s speed was fast enough, he certainly couldn’t escape such a large attack range.
And that body that relied purely on swordsmanship and not psychic abilities…
Perhaps, this time, he could really keep him here?
The thought in his mind made a trace of light flash in Masashi Sakuraba’s eyes. The purple snake scales on his hand dropped without hesitation, integrating into the body of the Yamata no Orochi.
The purple, evil energy, like ink dropped into clear water, directly dyed the entire giant snake’s energy with a color carrying a destructive aura.
Flames, holy light, torrents, lightning, shadows…
Eight different attributes and colors, mutually opposed, formed a mysterious connection under the destructive energy. The eight giant heads also released the energy they had been accumulating in their mouths at this moment.
The various colored energies finally merged into a massive purple beam of light, carrying boundless destructive power, and blasted towards Shun Muto’s location on the ground.
Looking at this condensed, terrifying power, even Shun Muto showed a surprised expression on his face.
“There’s no other way.”
He fiercely turned the hilt of the sword in his right hand. The resulting sword energy directly shredded the seemingly solid scabbard, and the now fully exposed long sword was completely enveloped by the almost materialized sword intent at this moment.
His left hand was held in a loose grip at his waist, as if there were an invisible scabbard. He tightly grasped the hilt with his right hand, forcefully drew it out, and swung it forward, just as he had practiced millions of times.
“Secret Technique: Iaijutsu!”
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“Boom!!”
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When the explosion and sound exceeded the range that humans could perceive, it only brought a field of white light and silent stillness.
The two energies directly exploded with terrifying energy that surpassed the range humans could predict and perceive, leaving only a white expanse of destruction.
The massive energy fluctuations directly blew away all the black mist covering the entire city district. The police forces and heroes who had been waiting outside, after being shocked, quickly rushed towards the inner area.
On the left side of the battlefield, the Yamata no Orochi, which was originally larger than skyscrapers, had already disappeared. What remained were the lengthy sword marks that could have shaved off the entire plaza, and the plaza that had been completely shaved off piece by piece.
With the plaza itself gone, the so-called magic array naturally dissolved.
And in the center of the battlefield, a tall figure stood straight.
The originally old and worn blue shirt had completely disappeared, revealing the perfect physique developed through years of training. His robust left hand hung limply, as if it had been completely minced by a meat grinder, with only a few strips of flesh clinging to the bones. The left side of his waist was bloody with wounds, and blood flowed out incessantly.
However, Shun Muto himself seemed unharmed. He reached into his pocket, took out a crumpled cigarette, and then hooked the tip of the cigarette with his weapon. The heat generated by the high-speed cutting directly ignited the cigarette.
He took a deep drag and slowly exhaled. At the same time, he flashed to dodge the attack of a snake that emerged from the ground, and continued to cut it into pieces.
Shun Muto took the cigarette from his mouth with his right hand holding the sword and spoke expressionlessly to the empty ground beside him.
“In the time it takes for one cigarette, if you want to die, wait for me here.”
Without waiting for Masashi Sakuraba, who was hiding in the shadows, to react, he swung his blade heavily at the air. In the end, he actually cut a purple gap in mid-air.
With two more swings, he widened the gap, which was originally only the size of a sword slit, to the size of a person, revealing the mysterious and profound purple energy fluctuations within.
Then, he put the cigarette back into his mouth, took a faint drag, and without looking back, walked towards the strange gap he had forcefully cut.
