Clang—!
The sharp sound rang out like a bell, causing an uneasy feeling.
The blade, shimmering like waves of water, came down directly onto the golden bear, sending a gust of wind that scattered its golden fur. However, it only managed to cut through a layer of skin, failing to penetrate into its muscle.
So tough!
Even Eiji couldn't help but think helplessly.
"Heh heh, so this is how it is? No matter how nice your words are, in the end—kugh!"
Beo grinned, making his beastly face look ferocious.
His confidence grew even more. He must have been careless earlier.
This man was indeed strong. In terms of humans, he was definitely among the best. But as long as he got serious, there was no way he would lose to such a creature.
But this thought lasted less than three seconds.
Immediately, his throat felt sweet, and his internal organs shook. A mouthful of blood gushed out from his lungs, spilling onto the dirt below.
"What happened?"
Beo was stunned.
His injuries healed within a second, and the odd feeling in his internal organs didn't even have time to settle.
Was it magic?
Impossible, he was the natural enemy of magic! Modern magic was like tofu in front of him—fragile!
Another slash of the blade came.
From Eiji's cold face, there was no sign of any unusual expressions.
For a moment.
The sound of steel clashing filled the air.
Wave after wave of silver blades, like a flowing silk ribbon, slammed into Beo's body.
"Ugh… cough!"
Beo barely had time to scream before spitting out a large mouthful of blood.
Upon closer inspection, his blood even contained fragments of internal organs.
With each successive slash of the blade, though the surface didn't show much, Beo's internal organs were being destroyed in pieces. His healing speed couldn't keep up with the destruction.
He instinctively wanted to escape, but his bear form, while granting him multiple times the strength and defense, also made his movements slow. He couldn't avoid the relentless slashes of the blade.
His breath quickly became weak.
It wasn't just his body; his spirit was also wavering.
"Impossible! How could I…?"
Since birth, all the creatures he encountered had shown him respect, and any creature that he attacked—even revered magic—would melt away like an avalanche.
In the hundred years of his life, he had never met anyone who could match him in combat.
So he naturally thought of himself as invincible.
"You don't know how to fight at all!"
Eiji sneered, showing a mocking smile.
Is this it?
Invincible, is this all?
To put it simply, he was just a kid who had never experienced the harshness of society!
Never trained his combat skills, always bullying weaklings, never had a desire to improve... This golden wolf was bound to suffer a Waterloo!
With the enhancement of the Demonic Light Flowing Blade skill, Eiji's slashes grew fiercer.
Meanwhile, Beo, unable to even consolidate his strength, had his internal organs repeatedly destroyed.
"Shut up!"
Beo finally broke down.
He waved his arms wildly, like a child swatting at flies, his movements clumsy to the extreme.
Whoosh!
In an instant, Eiji's gaze sharpened, and his aura reached its peak.
His blade cut through the slack muscles, following the fiber's grain, and plunged straight into Beo's chest, piercing through his body!
"Broken?"
Beo widened his eyes.
His prideful defense had been torn apart by Eiji head-on.
Unintentionally, he looked into those eyes.
Unmatched courage, unwavering forward movement.
As if nothing could stop him, even facing an army of thousands, he would tear through it with his own strength.
"Stop... don't come closer!"
I'll die!
I will definitely die!
Those eyes shattered the last of the little brat's mental defenses, causing him to tremble all over, finally understanding what fear truly meant.
And he couldn't stop himself from screaming.
***
"How strong…"
Aoko murmured.
"…"
Touko held a cigarette between her fingers, forgetting to put it in her mouth for a moment.
The two sisters watched the battle unfold before them, as if witnessing a myth come to life, losing their words.
It was undoubtedly a legendary battle. The mere aftermath was enough to shake the air, and the sword wind tore up the ground.
There was no magic or mysterious elements involved, just pure physical combat.
Yet, within that combat, a clear superiority emerged.
Eiji had the obvious upper hand.
Beo had fought in a more agile form, but he got his face slashed by the blade. When he transformed into a stronger form, he was continuously coughing up blood due to some unknown force.
"That boy is a master of combat," Touko said, her shoulders slumping as a helpless smile appeared on her face.
In reality, Beo's qualities far surpassed Eiji's. With his super-fast regeneration and ability to change shape, his potential was undoubtedly very high. However, he only sat on a treasure mountain and didn't know how to turn it into his own capital.
In contrast, Eiji had already experienced countless battles, maximizing his potential and turning all his assets into power, using one unit of strength as if it were two.
Beo's defeat was inevitable.
Zzz—
Touko raised her hand and wrote runes in the air with her cigarette.
Then she directed it at Aoko.
"You—!"
Aoko was greatly shocked, quickly activating the magic crest on her right arm, setting up three layers in front of her.
"Now, why are you still struggling?"
To be blunt, the battle between Eiji and Beo had already decided the outcome for tonight.
As long as one of them won, the faction they belonged to would win.
Because Aoko could never defeat the golden wolf, and Touko could never defeat Eiji, who had already made Beao his subordinate.
If they were in her workshop, that would be another story. A mage could only unleash their full potential in a fully prepared workshop. In that case, Touko might have had a chance, but she was at least several kilometers away from her temporary workshop.
"What do you think I risked returning here for? Of course, to struggle! I must defeat you first!"
"You old fruit lady!"
"You brat!"
The two women quickly clashed amidst a flurry of insults.
However, it was Touko who launched a fierce attack, writing out symbols that manifested as flames and lightning, surrounding Aoko. Aoko could only keep firing magic bullets to block the attacks.
The more she moved, the heavier the wound on her side became.
As Aoko was slowly suppressed—
"Hit her! Hit her hard! Tear her clothes! Pull her hair!"
A loud, excited voice came from the side.
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