I'm in a crossover anime world, and I've been transported to Hogwarts twice.

He blinked, seemingly not quite reacting yet. Then, instead of anger at being offended, his azure eyes erupted with an even more intense, pure, almost burning ecstasy!

"Ha ha ha ha!!!"

Salvatore suddenly burst into deafening laughter, filled with extreme excitement and a sense of triumph over a worthy opponent.

"Good! Good! Good! Just as I imagined! Direct! Domineering! Just my style!"

He abruptly stopped laughing, his eyes sharp as a hawk's, locking onto Genichi Hanyu, and his face once again blossomed with that pure, childlike smile of discovering a beloved toy: "If you can do it."

He lowered his body slightly, his center of gravity sinking, the hem of his floral shirt fluttering in the invisible aura he exuded, and the ancient longsword in his hand slowly rose, pointing diagonally forward.

An indescribable, sharp aura, seemingly capable of cleaving through space and severing the laws of nature, began to awaken and spread from his body, like a sleeping ancient beast!

"So……"

Salvatore Toni took a deep breath, his eyes became incredibly focused, and he began to chant ancient and sacred incantations.

Each syllable seemed to contain the will to sever everything, echoing above the empty ruins, drawing upon the magical power of heaven and earth to converge wildly:

"I swear here—"

"I am the one who wields the invincible blade—"

"Everything I can see—"

"Nothing is beyond cutting! Nothing is beyond severing!"

"This sword—"

"It cleaves the earth! It cleaves the sky! It cleaves all things in the universe—"

"The torn silver hand!"

The last syllable fell!

Om-! ! !

A clear yet chilling metallic tremor, seemingly emanating from an ancient divine court, resounded throughout the heavens and earth!

Salvatore Toni's right arm, which was gripping the longsword tightly, along with the longsword in his hand, underwent an incredible transformation in an instant!

His entire right arm, from shoulder to fingertips, skin, muscles, bones—everything—lost its fleshy texture in an instant, transforming into pure, cold, and gleaming silver with a sacred yet dangerous luster!

The silver was not an inanimate object, but rather flowed with a breathtakingly powerful luster, like living metal!

The lines of his arms became smoother and more perfect, containing an absolute will that transcended the mundane and severed all laws!

That ancient longsword now seemed to be an extension of this silver arm, with the same silvery light flowing across its blade, as if it could cut through space!

The air around the blade twisted and groaned violently, as if even space itself could not withstand its sharpness!

The torn silver hand!

The power of the god-king Nuada is manifested here!

Salvatore, the King of Swords, has finally revealed his fangs, which are enough to make even gods and demons tremble!

He slightly twisted his silver arm, which exuded a destructive aura, producing a subtle yet teeth-grinding metallic scraping sound. His face wore a strange expression that mixed excitement and focus, and the tip of his sword was pointed directly at Genichi Hanyu!

Come on, fellow countrymen!

His voice resonated with a metallic quality due to the surge of power.

"Let me see if your power to shatter the remains of gods can truly sever my Silver Hand!"

Genichi Hanyu quietly watched the arm and longsword that shone with silver light, and the distorted space and the pervasive will to sever.

Finally, a slight ripple appeared in his deep eyes.

It wasn't fear, nor was it solemnity.

Instead, there was a faint sense of disappointment, like seeing a child showing off their toys.

"Is this what you rely on?"

Genichi Hanyu's voice still rang out clearly and coldly amidst the howling storm of severing will.

"It seems even more boring than I imagined."

288 Now, where is your sword?

Genichi Hanyu's words, like cold steel needles, pierced the somber atmosphere created by Salvatore Redoni's initial activation of his power.

"You earned your title of Sword King by cutting with this one torn silver hand?"

That casual question, tinged with undisguised contempt, echoed clearly amidst the howling storm of severing willpower.

Genichi Hanyu didn't even move an inch. His deep eyes reflected the silver hand that shone with a holy silver light and distorted space, but there was only a look of almost bored disappointment.

Salvatore's excited focus faltered slightly, then was replaced by an even more fervent fighting spirit.

He was about to speak in rebuttal, to prove that his sword was not merely a matter of power, and to prove that his title of "King of Swords" was truly deserved—

However, Genichi Hanyu did not give him that chance.

Just as Salvatore's fighting spirit surged, preparing to swing his indestructible silver arm and respond to this disrespect with the most ferocious strike—

Genichi Hanyu moved.

He did not summon the "500" divine beast, nor did he chant any spells, nor did he make any obvious spellcasting movements.

He simply raised his right index finger casually, pointing it lightly into the air at Salvatore and the longsword in his hand that was one with the Silver Hand.

There were no earth-shattering energy fluctuations, no dazzling bursts of light.

There was only a very faint, crisp sound, like a glass bead falling to the ground—"Ding!"

An invisible and intangible force, yet containing the most basic and unreasonable laws of dissolution and separation, seemed to transcend the boundaries of space and struck Salvatore's silver-white hand, which was gripping the hilt of his sword, with unparalleled precision!

Disarming spell!

This is the spell that was cast by a god-slayer who had just completed two god-slayings in a single day and whose body was surging with terrifying divine power. Its effect was truly terrifying!

Salvatore's ecstasy and focus froze instantly!

He felt an irresistible, pure and domineering force of separation instantly act on his silver-forged wrist, which was theoretically capable of severing all restraints!

This force is not a head-on confrontation, but rather it acts directly on the concept of holding it!

"Om-!"

The longsword in his hand, flowing with silver light and seemingly an extension of his arm, trembled with a mournful cry!

Immediately afterward, to Salvatore's incredulous gaze, the divine weapon he cherished as his life, imbued with boundless sword intent and power, flew out of his hand!

As if struck hard by an invisible hand, the longsword transformed into a dark streak of light, spinning and flying into the distance with a shrill sound of air being torn apart. With a clang, it plunged deep into a huge abandoned metal pipe dozens of meters away, leaving only the hilt outside trembling and humming!

The battlefield fell into deathly silence.

The wind seemed to have forgotten to blow.

Salvatore Toni stood there, stunned, looking down at his right hand, which still shone with a silvery luster but was now empty.

His facial expression was incredibly complex: first, utter astonishment, as if he had witnessed the most unbelievable thing in the world; then, that astonishment was quickly replaced by a purer, more intense, volcanic-like ecstasy!

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!!!"

He suddenly raised his head and let out a series of deafening laughs, filled with the excitement of discovering a new continent and the ultimate joy of meeting a worthy opponent!

He felt neither ashamed nor angry at losing his weapon; on the contrary, it was as if he had seen the most interesting thing in the world!

"Fun! So much fun!!"

Salvatore excitedly swung his empty, silvery-white arm, his eyes burning with intense desire as he stared intently at Genichi Hanyu.

"That's it, that's how it has to be awesome, Genichi Hanyu!"

"You are even better than I imagined. Your power and mastery of the rules are simply mesmerizing!"

He was like a child who had received a new toy, dancing with excitement, his floral shirt swaying wildly: "Come on, keep going, let me see what other surprises you can give me. Even without a sword, I can still..."

Before he could finish his grand pronouncements, Genichi Hanyu's icy, emotionless voice, like a judgment from the depths of hell, rang out again, shattering all his excitement: "Noisy."

Genichi Hanyu's gaze, like the most precise scalpel, fell on Salvatore's right arm, which still shone with silver light and exuded a terrifying aura of severing.

"I want this torn silver hand of yours."

The moment the words fell!

Behind Genichi Hanyu, the space behind him began to twist violently without warning!

A huge, blurry yet majestic phantom, clad in ancient armor and wielding a strange artifact, seemed to be projected from a distant shore of time and space!

The phantom exuded a divine aura of rage, plunder, and domination over storms and seas!

It is a projection of Susanoo, the rebellious god in Japanese mythology who wields the power of storms, the sea, and theft!

"In the name of the storm! To exercise the right of plunder!"

Genichi Hanyu's voice was deep and resonant, as if he had merged with the phantom, and every syllable resonated with the most primal laws of plunder in the world!

hum! ! !

An invisible, terrifying force, billions of times more powerful than the previous disarming spell and specifically targeting the power itself, instantly locked onto Salvatore Toni!

Salvatore's ecstatic expression froze instantly!

An unprecedented chill, originating from the deepest part of his soul, surged up his spine like a venomous snake!

For the first time, he truly felt fear!

He felt the innate power in his right arm, which was like an extension of his limb, being forcibly stripped away by an overwhelming and irresistible force!

That power ignored the defense of his silver arm and his will to resist, like the most greedy thief, directly probing into the core source of his power!

"No, this is impossible!"

Salvatore let out a roar of shock and rage, trying to mobilize all his magical power to stabilize and resist!

His silver-glowing arm erupted with an unprecedentedly dazzling light, attempting to sever the invisible force of plunder!

However, everything is in vain!

Faced with Genichi Hanyu's theft, which incorporated the power of Susanoo, his resistance was as fragile as paper!

Salvatore's right arm, which shone with a divine silver light and symbolized supreme sharpness, saw its silver luster fade and disappear as quickly as the tide receded!

That cold metallic texture, that sharp aura that distorts space, is as if it has been forcibly pulled away and plundered by an invisible hand!

The silvery luster faded like melted wax, revealing the healthy, wheat-colored flesh and skin beneath!

Those long, powerful fingers and the outline of those arms that contained explosive power reappeared!

From the sacred silver arm, it reverted to an ordinary body of flesh and blood!

In just a few breaths!

The power of the torn Silver Hand has been completely stripped away!

Salvatore Redoni stood there, stunned, and listlessly raised his arm—which had returned to normal but now felt incredibly strange and weak.

He tried to clench his fist 1.3, but he could no longer feel that absolute power that could cut through everything and destroy nothing.

A tremendous, unprecedented sense of emptiness and powerlessness instantly devoured all his excitement and fighting spirit.

He slowly raised his head and looked at the figure opposite him who was still standing with his hands behind his back, his expression indifferent as if he had only brushed away a speck of dust—Genichi Hanyu.

In the palm of Genichi Hanyu's right hand, a ball of light, like liquid silver, constantly flowing and changing, radiating a chilling aura, was slowly condensing and taking shape.

That was the very source of the torn Silver Hand power that was stripped from Salvatore!

Genichiro Yuzuru lowered his head and glanced indifferently at the silver-white ball of light in his palm, a symbol of unparalleled sharpness, as if admiring a newly acquired, rather interesting toy.

He looked up at Salvatore Redoni, who stood opposite him, utterly dejected and seemingly devoid of any backbone. His voice was calm and even, yet it carried the weight of a final judgment:

"Now, where is your sword?"

289 The Divine Chaos, the Sword King's Last Trump Card

Genichi Hanyu's cold words were like a hammer of judgment, encased in ancient ice. They not only struck Salvatore Doni's heart, but also shattered the pride and core values ​​he had always upheld as the King of Swords!

"If you can't even hold a sword properly, what right do you have to call yourself the King of Swords?"

These words are heavier and crueler than any physical blow!

It directly negates the fundamental significance of Salvatore's existence!

Salvatore stood there blankly, staring blankly at his right hand, which had regained its flesh and blood but now felt incredibly heavy and unfamiliar.