Japanese Terrorist: What? I'll fight Hellstar!

After creating the hypnosis app in the shape of a greatsword, thus providing the image and conditions to mock the swordsman Tomie, Tomie took her sword and went back to the swordsman Tomie to get revenge.

When the sliding door of the dojo was pushed open, the swordsman Tomie was sitting cross-legged in the center of the dojo, resting with his eyes closed.

Hearing the noise, she didn't even open her eyes, but a mocking smile curled at the corner of her lips.

"What? After hiding out there for so long, you've finally decided to come back? Or do you think it's better to beg in a different place?"

Tomie ignored her taunts, walked to the center of the dojo with her greatsword, and stood seven or eight steps away from the swordsman Tomie.

She gently tapped the end of the scabbard against the floor, making a dull thud.

Swordsman Tomie then opened his eyes, his gaze sweeping over the strangely shaped, mechanical-looking greatsword in his arms, his mockery growing even stronger.

"Those who learn from me will live, those who imitate me will die. Have you ever heard this saying?"

The swordsman Tomie slowly stood up, his tone revealing disappointment.

She thought that the imposter dared to come back after running away because he had some new idea of ​​his own.

So, it turns out they were imitating her?

However, upon hearing the swordsman Tomie's mockery, Tomie did not immediately jump up in anger as she had done before.

A strange smile appeared on her face, a mixture of long-suppressed excitement and a kind of eager malice.

"Stop your whining. You think I'm weaker than you? Then let's see who's stronger."

Tomie loosened her grip on the sword, instead holding the hilt in one hand, and pointed the heavy blade diagonally towards the ground, confidently issuing an invitation to challenge.

Looking at Tomie standing opposite him, the swordsman Tomie's lips gradually curled up into a slightly ferocious smile.

She didn't touch the real knife beside her, but simply took half a step forward casually.

Stand still.

A sharp aura gathered around her, and the swordsman Tomie's gaze locked onto Tomie opposite him like cold lightning.

"cut."

A single, simple word, like an ice bead falling to the ground.

The instant she uttered that syllable, an extremely sharp sword aura erupted from her body, ignoring spatial distance, and slashed straight at Tomie's brow!

Almost at the same moment the swordsman Tomie's eyes changed, Tomie sensed the danger.

However, there is no time to dodge. The biggest advantage of the Consciousness Slash is that it hits as soon as you see it, and you can neither dodge nor defend against it.

Tomie, holding the greatsword, suddenly shuddered, feeling a tearing pain from her left shoulder to her right abdomen!

It felt as if a cold blade had actually cleaved her diagonally.

The eye saw nothing, but the nerves and brain faithfully relayed the signal that the person had been struck.

She staggered half a step, her face paling slightly.

But she didn't fall; instead, she gripped the knife even tighter.

The pain is real, but the injury is fake.

Tomie repeatedly told herself to fight against the phantom pain that almost bent her over.

"ha……"

Tomie took a breath, raised her head, and her eyes were filled with fierceness and excitement.

She gripped the greatsword with both hands, making a wide, sweeping motion, and thrust it forward with a sudden, powerful thrust!

"My turn! Flame Breathing! Fifth Form: Flame Tiger!"

With a roar as the blade sliced ​​through the air, a sound wave, a mixture of low hum and high-frequency vibrating, was generated from multiple channels inside the blade and shot out along the trajectory of the strike!

In an instant, a vibrant orange-red color suddenly appeared at the edge of my field of vision.

An explosive heat suddenly appeared out of nowhere, and the scorching air wave transformed into a roaring tiger that pounced on you. In an instant, your skin felt a burning sensation from the high temperature, and you could smell the burnt odor in your nostrils.

"snort."

Swordsman Tomie grunted, his body swaying slightly, but he remained standing in place.

She closed her eyes, forcibly cutting off visual distractions, and focused her consciousness on combating the discomfort in her skin.

However, the burning sensation persisted, as if I were actually being burned by flames.

Strange, this imposter's consciousness strike is truly bizarre.

Her swordsmanship was clearly far inferior to his, but the strength and richness of her hypnotic arts far surpassed his. A single thrust could generate a fierce illusion of exploding flames, which was simply too bizarre.

How did you do that?

Confused, the swordsman Tomie pressed her advantage, twisting her wrist again, changing the trajectory of her greatsword, and slashing again!

"Water Breathing! Type 8: Takitsubo!"

The greatsword swung out in a huge arc, its internal frequency changing abruptly.

The thunderous roar of the waterfall exploded in the swordsman Tomie's ears. The heavy water enveloped his entire body, a suffocating feeling gripped his throat, his chest was squeezed by the water pressure, and his lungs burned with pain.

Even more so, the floor beneath her feet seemed to turn into a turbulent whirlpool, and the illusion of losing her balance forced her to distract herself and stabilize her stance.

"Breathing of Thunder! Seventh Form: Fire and Thunder God!"

A piercing electric current exploded from the blade, and the swordsman Tomie's vision was filled with a blinding white light as countless twisted bolts of electricity burst through the air and coiled towards her!

In an instant, all the muscles in her body simultaneously felt the numbness and tingling of an electric shock. The incredibly realistic electric shock caused the swordsman Tomie to twitch a few times.

"Fancy and overly complicated!"

Swordsman Tomie frowned, resisting with sheer willpower.

Flames, torrents, lightning strikes... This imposter's consciousness slash is no longer a simple slash, but has evolved into a complex sensory deception.

Furthermore, it seems to be more than just a psychological attack and hypnotic deception; willpower cannot be exempted and one can only endure it.

"Not bad, he could be executed!"

Swordswoman Tomie took a deep breath and slowly exhaled, her body straightening and her aura rising sharply. Her eyes became deep and cold, and her sharp sword aura collapsed inward. Her body seemed to become a black hole, drawing the entire dojo's space, light, sound, and even Tomie's gaze to her.

Tomie, who was holding a knife, suddenly gasped for breath.

In her perception, the figure of the swordsman Tomie did not grow larger, but became infinitely large and infinitely heavy.

The heavy presence and killing intent, like a sharp katana, were held by the swordsman Tomie in both hands and slowly raised in her sight.

Before the blade even moved, the killing intent was like a solid glacier, freezing every inch of the air around her.

Swordsman Tomie remained motionless, focusing all his spirit, will, and absolute certainty about the outcome of the kill—honed through countless real strikes—onto his eyes and gaze, and slammed them down on Tomie opposite him!

His gaze swept across Tomie's face, then shifted to her right arm.

"Break!"

With a resolute shout, Tomie's pupils constricted sharply.

In her perception, time seemed to be distorted at this moment.

She clearly saw that the swordsman Tomie's figure seemed to blur for a moment, and a cold light that was faster than the limits of visual perception flashed from his waist, pierced through the air, and slashed through her right arm.

"Snap!"

The hallucination of a sharp blade cutting through fascia and severing bones echoed in her mind.

Immediately following was a sharp pain in my right shoulder, followed by an emptiness!

The lightning-fast slash severed her right arm at the shoulder, and the arm holding the knife detached from her body, falling to the ground.

For a moment, Tomie could no longer feel the presence of her right arm.