Japanese Terrorist: What? I'll fight Hellstar!

"Well!"

Tomie let out a painful groan, and the force of her block suddenly dissipated.

As the pressure on Amamiya Rin's right hand eased, the katana slid to the side, not only dissipating the opponent's immense force but also using the momentum to add another bloody gash to Tomie's arm.

"Although you are very familiar with my Shinkage-ryu, you have not yet witnessed the Iaijutsu of the Hayashi-ryu."

Amamiya Rin remained calm and composed, using only the Shinkage-ryu style. Facing Tomie, who knew him so well, he was ninety percent certain to lose. However, during this time, he studied the Hayashi-ryu style of iaido, and his greatest gain was the sheath-striking technique.

If a single, deadly Iaijutsu strike fails to kill, then the sword must be sheathed and used for the fastest possible follow-up attack.

The opening created by the sheath strike was only momentary, but it was enough for Amamiya Rin.

Without stopping, he slid sideways and flashed from Tomie's front to her flank.

With a deft twist in his hand, the katana changed from a slash to a thrust, the tip of the blade like a venomous bee sting, swiftly striking the opening under Tomie's ribs exposed by the blow to her arm!

Although Tomie's strength was slightly diminished due to the blow to her wrist, the ferocity stemming from her bloodline instincts and her familiarity with Amamiya Rin's sword style did not disappear.

Faced with the knife tip aimed at her ribs, she managed to twist her waist and abdomen while losing her balance, thus avoiding a fatal blow.

At the same time, his left hand, untouched by the sheath, spread its five fingers wide and grabbed Amamiya Rin's wrist holding the knife with a sharp whistling sound, a fighting style that would result in mutual destruction.

Amamiya Rin's gaze sharpened, and without hesitation, he withdrew his thrusting blade, lowered it, and used the guard to parry the claws that were grabbing at him. He then slid his foot again, widening the distance once more.

Tomie pounced on him like a shadow, giving Amamiya Rin no chance to catch her breath.

She seemed completely oblivious to the pain; the redness and swelling on her neck from the sheath strike and the knife wound on her arm did nothing to diminish her beast-like speed.

This time, her attack trajectory was more direct, with her claws spread wide to the left and right, blocking any space for lateral evasion and forcing a head-on collision.

Amamiya Rin's gaze sharpened, and he abruptly turned his right heel inward to stop his retreat. However, his body weight shifted strangely half a step forward to the left, precisely stepping into the inner edge of the area covered by Tomie's claws.

At the same time, the katana was thrust horizontally from the waist, the tip pointing directly at the lower edge of Tomie's sternum, which was exposed by her outstretched arms.

However, Tomie seemed to have anticipated this insidious thrust. She suddenly retracted her right claw, her five fingers coming together like a cone, and slammed it down on the middle of the blade, attempting to deflect or even break the blade with brute force!

The left claw continued its attack at the same speed, reaching for Amamiya Rin's right rib.

Amamiya Rin's pupils dilated slightly, and he took a deep breath. Just as Tomie's right claw was about to strike the blade, he subtly twisted his right wrist, which was holding the blade, causing it to drop downwards at a horizontal angle, like a leaf that had been struck. It fell half a foot naturally with the force of the impact, avoiding being struck by the blade.

At the same time, he slightly lowered his left shoulder and pulled his right rib back, narrowly avoiding the outstretched left claw. The claw tip tore his clothes, leaving a burning scratch on his skin.

This is starting to look bad!

Amamiya Rin thought to herself.

Although Tomie had lost most of her rationality, she knew herself too well, and because of that familiarity, even his swordsmanship made it difficult for her to suppress him.

However... we can win.

Amamiya Rin narrowed his eyes, having come up with an idea.

Under his skillful control, the downward momentum of the blade was transformed into a reverse upward slash, the blade slicing towards Tomie's right armpit, which was slightly protruding due to the striking motion!

This sudden change of attack was incredibly fast, stemming from a downward momentum and acting out of instinct. Tomie instinctively retracted her right arm to block, and her left claw also temporarily retracted to protect her torso.

However, this counter-flirting was still a feint!

Just as Tomie retracted her arms and her attention was drawn to her upper body, Amamiya Rin's left leg, which had been poised to strike, shot out like a whip, kicking hard at the side of Tomie's supporting leg's knee!

"Bang!"

Fu Jiang's body tilted.

Using the recoil from the kick, Amamiya Rin took a small half-step back, widening the distance again. He retracted his katana into a mid-section, the tip trembling slightly, pointing directly at his opponent.

Tomie steadied herself, a dull pain shooting through her knee, but this only fueled her even greater ferocity.

She let out a low growl and pounced again, her claws flailing wildly.

"The Divine Sword!"

Amamiya Rin held his breath and focused his mind, the light of his blade moving with his footwork, weaving a curtain of light in front of him.

He no longer sought to defeat his enemy with a single strike, but instead constantly probed and harassed with swift thrusts and slashes, occasionally using the blade to parry and deflect force, and most of the time dodging with agile footwork.

The interplay between reality and illusion is continuous and unending.

Every all-out attack Tomie launched seemed to hit cotton, or be easily deflected, only adding shallow wounds to herself.

Although the wounds were slowly healing, the pain and the feeling of being constantly toyed with gradually led her instincts to be dominated by a furious emotion, making her attacks more direct and her weaknesses more obvious.

Amamiya Rin's breathing remained steady, but his eyes grew brighter. He could sense that his opponent's rhythm was becoming disordered.

That's it!

No matter how familiar Tomie is with his sword style, she is only familiar with the rigid moves. But the Divine Sword is different. This set of sword techniques that combines illusion and reality requires the most judgment. No matter how familiar she is with him, without sufficient judgment, she cannot distinguish which strike is an illusion and which strike is a reality.

During a full-force attack by Tomie, who was trying to tear Amamiya Rin apart at the waist with her claws, Amamiya Rin suddenly stepped forward, seemingly intending to directly confront Rin's central area!

Tomie's eyes blazed with crimson light, and she increased the force of her claws, moving even faster!

However, Amamiya Rin's momentum suddenly stopped at the last step, his body as if pulled to the left by an invisible rope, swaying and barely passing by Tomie.

Her all-out attack missed its mark, and Tomie staggered forward.

A rare flaw, but one that we can finally seize!

Amamiya Rin spun around behind Tomie, his blade flashing and arcing through the air.

At this moment, his previously concealed spirit and energy suddenly surged to their peak, and his aura instantly became like a peerless sword drawn from its sheath, incomparably sharp, yet carrying an ultimate calmness akin to Zen meditation.

At the same time, his breathing instantly reached the theoretical limit of the Red Lotus Breathing Technique. His sympathetic nervous system was forcibly stimulated to the extreme by his will, and a large amount of adrenaline surged into his blood, delivering surging power to every inch of muscle and every nerve.

"Unparalleled swordsmanship!"

There was no warning, no big move to build up momentum.

It's just the simplest, most direct, and most basic straight chop.

Step forward, twist your waist, raise your arm, swing your knife.

"Sword and Zen are one!"

With a roar that shook the very air, all the power was perfectly poured into this single strike.

The blade sliced ​​through the air, leaving a condensed, icy arc of light that seemed capable of severing vision, flashing from top to bottom in an instant!

The moment the blade disappeared, Tomie's head slid off her shoulder.