"[Fierce Ghost]-level wanted criminal, Amamiya Haruki." The yellow-robed oracle locked the aperture in his left eye on Amamiya Haruki, and said calmly, "If it was a few years ago, your master would have taken this sword and fought with
If I fight, it may be possible to draw a tie with me, but you... are not qualified yet."
Amamiya Haruki's eyes narrowed slightly, with a burning fighting spirit in his eyes, "How will you know if you don't try?"
As soon as he finished speaking, his figure swayed and disappeared into the rain. Then a blade of light flew through the air, slashing at the yellow-robed Oracle at an extremely tricky angle.
The yellow-robed oracle locked the halo in his eyes at a certain corner, raised the halo of his hands like lightning, and unexpectedly collided with the long dark blue knife. He looked at the dignified face of Amamiya Haruki behind the knife.
, a playful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
"Your sword skills and the use of [Yubeng] were all taught by your master. He was defeated by me so many times back then. I have already understood your methods clearly. Your sword...
…It can’t hurt me.”
The light wheel swayed [Rainbeng], and the yellow-robed oracle's right fist went straight towards Amamiya Haruki's face. The dazzling light wheel drew a golden trajectory in the air, shaking Amamiya Haruki's eyes.
Somewhat black.
He gritted his teeth, endured the severe pain in his eyes, and caught the trajectory of the halo. He raised the long knife again like lightning, and held the halo in danger.
boom--!!
The yellow-robed oracle seemed to have predicted his actions. He turned sideways in the rain and kicked Amamiya Haruki hard in the chest, making a loud and dull sound!
Amamiya Haruki's figure flew out upside down, barely able to stabilize his figure in the air, and fell back to the ground with some staggering.
He covered his eyes burned by the halo with one hand, coughed a few times, raised his head again, squinted his red eyes and looked at the yellow-robed oracle walking slowly not far away.
The opponent seems to know his moves very well, and can even predict which angle in the rain he will strike from through his movements, and counterattack in the most effective way... Sure enough, as the master said, Oracle No. 2 is an extremely powerful person.
Troublesome character.
"The upper limit of Fujin swords was determined when they were forged, but how much their power can be exerted depends on the sword owner himself." The yellow-robed oracle said as he walked, "
Although you have already mastered the use of [Yu Beng], there is still a long way to go compared to your master's [Yu Beng] that has reached its ultimate state.
If your master could exert 95% of [Yubeng]'s power back then, then you can only exert 60% of it now, and you just barely passed.
If you want to beat me, practice for another ten years."
Is it barely passing...?
Amamiya Haruki held the dark blue sword tightly and looked at the yellow-robed oracle walking in the rain. The terrifying sense of oppression brought by the other party exceeded every oracle he had ever seen... And
He knew very well that until now, the oracle had not used all his strength.
If this continues, he will not be able to defeat the opponent at all, and the opponent still has the power to listen to people's voices on a large scale. It will be difficult to escape in front of him.
All we can do is take a gamble!
Amamiya Haruki took a deep breath, as if he had made up his mind, and a look of determination appeared in his eyes.
He bit the tip of his tongue hard, and the salty taste poured into his mouth. He suddenly sprayed out a blood mist at the blade of [Yubeng] in front of him. This blood mist was mixed with rainwater and adsorbed on the surface of the blade. It was originally dark blue.
The blade of the sword was actually stained with a strange blood red color.
He held the handle of the knife, turned the blade, and inserted it forcefully into the puddle formed by the rainwater beneath him!
At the same time, in the reflection of the puddle, the sword spirit with white clothes and white hair pulled out the identical [Yubeng] from his waist and inserted it into the puddle from the other side. The shadows of the two long knives overlapped each other.
Together.
boom--!!
Invisible air waves exploded with Amamiya Haruki as the center, the blue-gray floral yukata rustled, his black hair began to turn white at a speed visible to the naked eye, and an indescribable charm appeared in his piercing eyes.
In the puddle, the reflection of the sword soul in white clothes and white hair is gradually fading...
He and the sword soul are becoming one.
When the reflection of the sword soul completely disappeared, Amamiya Haruki pulled [Ame Beng] out of the puddle with force. The blade trembled and let out a soft cry. His white hair was wet by the rain, and his whole temperament had undergone earth-shaking changes!
The white-haired Amamiya stood in the ruins, holding a blood-stained dark blue sword in his hand, and his eyes exuded murderous intent!
Yurina stood behind Amamiya Haruki, looking at his back blankly, feeling that Amamiya-san was a little strange at this moment...
"[Rain God]?" The yellow-robed oracle frowned slightly when he saw this scene, "You can actually merge with the sword soul to this point... It seems that your talent limit is much higher than that of your master. But.
,This state consumes lifespan, right?"
"It doesn't matter." The white-haired Amemiya said calmly, "As long as I live to see the day when this country is overthrown... that's enough."
After the words fell, he slowly raised the blood-stained [Yubeng] in his hand. In an instant, a large number of raindrops falling from the sky seemed to be connected by an invisible string. As the blade fell, they gathered into one.
A rain line with almost no thickness was cut out lightly.
The pupils of the yellow-robed oracle shrank slightly, and he quickly dodged away, but the speed of the rain thread was too fast, and half of his left hand was still swept by the thread.
boom--!!!
Behind the place where the yellow-robed oracle originally stood, towering buildings were cut in half, and the cuts were extremely smooth. Under the night, the buildings collapsed suddenly, and the deafening sound of collapse echoed in the sky, buzzing like thunder.
This knife directly cut off half of Dotonbori.
At the same time, a thin line of blood appeared on the left hand of the yellow-robed oracle. Half of his palm had been cut open by the rain line, and it was chopped off, and blood spurted out!
The yellow-robed oracle's face darkened slightly, and he was about to make a move when Amamiya Haruki's figure appeared in front of him out of thin air, and he slashed out with a knife without any expression. This time, the almost thicknessless rain line came directly from the center.
Cut him in half!
After raining down the Oracle, the remaining half of Dotonbori was directly reduced to rubble. The streets that were once bustling and bright as day were now completely plunged into darkness, and the explosion of the collapse shook Yurina.
He reached out and covered his ears.
Amamiya Haruki stood there quietly, looking at the yellow-robed oracle who was cut into two pieces by him, without any joy in his eyes.
He knew that "heart disaster" could not be killed so easily.
As if to confirm his idea, a figure slowly walked to the end of the street. It was an office worker in his forties. He seemed ordinary, but the next moment, his body and appearance became rapidly distorted.
, and finally transformed into the appearance of a yellow-robed oracle!
The aperture in his left eye locked onto Haruki Amamiya, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
"I guess your master must have told you what my abilities are..." He said slowly, "The existence of the physical body will eventually come to an end, but the power of the mind is eternal... My 'heart disaster' can
Within a radius of ten kilometers, any human being who fears me from the bottom of his heart will be made into my body.
Everyone who fears me can be me.
And I am an oracle, a messenger of gods who is feared and respected by humans...
Here, within a radius of ten kilometers, there are a total of 3224 people, of which 3192 are afraid of my existence from the bottom of their hearts.