Age of Heroes, 10-game winning streak

She took a step forward and seemed to kick something.

"The precious sword, the train cuts Guangguang." Bai Yu explained simply.

She stroked the blade with her fingers. As the eldest daughter of the Nan family, it was impossible for her not to know about this family heirloom sword.

He stretched out his hand and tried to grasp the hilt of the sword, but when he touched it, he felt a burning pain in his flesh.

The handle of the knife that he had just grasped fell to the ground, making a hissing sound when it came into contact with the water.

"...It's still the same as before, it doesn't agree with me."

Amemiya Mahiru whispered, "But I'm used to it. After all, most of the Nan family hate my existence."

"It's just a broken knife, no big deal."

Bai Yu also looked down on this knife... What a broken sword. A knife that can be used to pick people is not a good knife.

In the predetermined fate we saw, when Minami Shiori came to seek revenge, she did not use this knife, which shows that she also despised it.

The Odachi is not easy to use.

"Well, since I'm asking you to challenge a powerful enemy, I naturally won't let you go to die empty-handed..."

Bai Yu snapped his fingers: "Ding Dong~ Your delivery has arrived."

Mahiru felt her hand sink as a knife fell into it. When she touched it, the burning sensation on her palm from the large sword disappeared, leaving only a cool and warm feeling, like stroking a warm ancient jade. Her fingertips were filled with an indescribable comfort and fit.

"This knife is..."

"I'll tell you its name after you win." Bai Yu lowered his voice and asked, "So, are you ready?"

The communication between the two sides does not affect the time, just like all athletes cannot start early before the referee has fired the starting gun.

Amemiya Mahiru gripped the weapon and nodded silently.

Heavy rain fell again, the sound of rain accompanied by roaring thunder.

Once again, the sound of rain, thunder, and swords...

Mahiru slowly exhaled a puff of white mist and looked at the mortal enemy not far away.

The heavy rain hit the eaves, and Bai Yu looked at the scene and couldn't help but think of the description of "the palace where rain falls and flows wildly"... It just so happened that she was the rain palace.

Amemiya Mahiru.

She did not attack rashly, but stood there waiting for the opponent to make the first move.

The environment here is not favorable to her.

The sound of heavy rain and thunder would affect her hearing, which she relied on most.

With her hearing impaired, the only thing she could rely on was her intuition—and her inherent talent came into play at this time.

[Inherent Talent: Intuition - Ability to quickly determine the most advantageous option for oneself in battle, and quickly find the opponent's flaws and weaknesses through intuition; has a high probability of dodging and predicting long-range attacks]

Mahiru Amamiya's intuition talent is at the purple level.

The intuition that only combat geniuses have... Her keen intuition allowed her to detect the route the killer took when he first struck his sword.

Raise the knife to defend.

She could have drawn her sword, but she didn't... not because she couldn't, but because she didn't want to.

The scabbard blocked the slash of the demon sword Kotetsu. With a clang, sparks flew, like a falling hammer hitting orange-red steel.

In an instant, she caught the blade, confirmed the force of the knife, and counterattacked decisively.

At close range, he delivered a fierce knee strike to the opponent's lower abdomen.

The killer twisted his body strangely, avoiding the knee strike and swinging a knife without any balance.

That movement was not something a normal person could do. It was like a puppet being controlled, twisting its body and forcing itself to exert force.

It is obvious that it is not the person but the knife that controls the killer.

The angle of the knife was very tricky, but Amamiya Mahiru still avoided it, precisely because she couldn't see, so there was no blind spot.

It made no difference to her what angle the attack came from, whether it was a vicious sword move or a magnificent frontal chop, since she couldn't see it anyway, it made no difference.

when!when!when!

Three consecutive attacks were blocked.

Mahiru began to understand that the opponent's sword moves were completely chaotic, and he was just slashing randomly, but the power of each sword was infinite. Moreover, his body shape was strange and his steps were disordered, making it difficult to hit with a counterattack. Moreover, his attack route was wide open and closed, and he had almost endless energy and blood. He was venting his strength madly. If it weren't for the special sword in her hand that could release a special wave to resist the vacuum wave released by the demon sword, she might not have been able to survive the first few blows.

But just taking the beatings won’t do.

She kept her knife at arm's length, waiting for an opportunity.

A chance to win.

She has no lack of patience and is not prepared to make mistakes.

What is lacking is physical strength.

Four days without water and food made her very weak. Even if she ate some food for a short time, it would not be enough to recover immediately. Facing such a crazy executioner when her energy and blood were weak was undoubtedly a foolish act that would lead to her own death.

But it was precisely at this moment that she felt she was about to break free from the pain.

You can look at yourself from a higher perspective and control yourself.

It was at this moment that the furious killer finally went completely crazy.

He roared and screamed, "Die! They all deserve to die!"

The magic sword in his hand was like breathing, and the red blood suddenly expanded, while the killer's whole body suddenly shrank, his arms became thin, as if he had aged twenty years in an instant.

Only the blood energy surrounding the demon sword Kotetsu became extremely abundant.

The demon sword devoured and sucked the blood and life of the killer, draining his life energy and releasing a full-strength sword.

The figure leaped high and chopped down from above. The moves were simple but fierce. The power of one blow was enough to split an armored vehicle in half.

The heavy rain was dispersed like soybeans.

In an instant, the blade was approaching.

Mahiru Amemiya felt the fatal danger. The spreading sword energy had already reached her blade, cutting wounds on her arms, shoulders and cheeks, and blood was dripping.

In an instant, her thumb pushed the knife's handle.

At this time, she chose to draw her sword.

Bai Yu frowned... because this was not a smart choice. From his third-party perspective, Amamiya Mahiru still had a lot of room to maneuver. If he chose to draw his sword and attack from a lower position against a higher position, he would undoubtedly be at a disadvantage.

The art of sword drawing is about striking first, that is, attacking first and cutting the opponent with one blow before he can react. It is the starting or ending move in actual combat.

But at this time, Amamiya Mahiru was facing the opponent's attack. She was in the "back-up and ahead" stage, that is, the defensive counterattack stage, and using the sword-drawing technique was not a good choice.

Wrong decision making can be fatal.

Drawing the sword and fighting back is not enough to withstand the power of this sword.

It's like facing a dump truck and still thinking about receiving the transformation. The result will be to be directly sent to another world for forced labor.

Before the final result comes out, Bai Yu cannot intervene... Even if she intervenes to weave fate, it will be after she dies.

The outcome is decided between life and death.

To grab fate by the throat, or to be dragged into the water and drowned by fate.

Bai Yu was looking forward to her answer, and also wanted to see with his own eyes whether the other party could take this opportunity to successfully break through. This kind of observation would also benefit him equally.

……

The same moment.

Completely different from before, yet so similar.

What was different was the environment, but what was similar was what she heard and felt...

coming.

She thought to herself, it’s really coming.

It’s great that you came.

She thought to herself that she could see that transparent and beautiful scenery again.

Then she opened her eyes.

Amemiya Mahiru raised her cheek.

The ignorant ghost opened his tightly closed eyes.

The gray-white eyes, clear and facing the gray sky, facing the heavy rain, facing the thunder, facing the knife light.

In the pitch-black vision, she saw countless lines. Although she couldn't see the colors, those lines woven into shapes and appearances that she had imagined countless times.

Each line vibrates slightly like a musical string, the vibration turns into ripples, the ripples turn into ripples, and the ripples spread and form chains.

The sight composed of simple lines is in her eyes.

So beautiful, so delicate, so... within reach.

When Wuming Gui truly opened her eyes for the first time, no one could stop the knife light in her palm.

Buzz~The crisp hum of a knife.

The long sword was unsheathed, and when it passed through the scabbard, the air vibrated, leaving a trace of almost vacuum.

The fierce sound was like cloth tearing and shaking in the air, and the sharp sound of the knife was so loud that it seemed to cut through the thunder.

雨声

雷声

Sword drawing sound

Chapter 77 I'll Wait for You at the End of Destiny

Draw the sword in an instant.

Not very fast, but very stable.

Her hands were steady, and so was her knife.

There was no need to be fast, nor to compete in speed; the angles she chose were simply too subtle.

There was no collision of blades, but the famous sword Kuai Yu and the demon sword crossed each other.

Then the two figures passed each other, like a dislocation in a stage play.

However, in a life-or-death struggle, how could such a low-level mistake be made? So this wasn't a misalignment, nor was it a missed shot, but...

laugh--!

Blood spurted out.

The killer stood where he was, a line of blood spreading from the center of his chest. The wound slowly split open, and then red blood beads as big as beans emerged. When a person is injured, the blood may not gush out immediately. Instead, it will take a short pause and a few seconds after the pain has passed before it will overflow.

The killer raised his hand and touched his chest, trying to steady himself, but his right hand, which he barely raised, could not cover the blood gushing out of the wound. Because his body leaned forward slightly, his body fell down... But only half of it fell down, and the other half was hanging on the demon sword with the strength of his arms. The whole person was like a chopstick inserted into the water, broken and dislocated.

The open wound revealed bright red organs and white spine.

Amemiya Mahiru calmly swung the sword, shook off the blood on the sword, and calmly put it back into the scabbard.

It was over, she was sure of it.

Bang bang bang...!

Bai Yu couldn't help but applaud. He stood from the perspective of an observer and saw the entire process clearly.

From a third-party perspective, it can be clearly seen that after Amamiya Mahiru drew her sword, she did not choose to attack at all.

Instead, he took a step forward, lowered his head slightly, and avoided the fierce slash of the demon sword. Because the opponent jumped, there was an empty area under his feet.

If you retreat, whether you jump back, roll, or dodge, you will be covered by the range of the knife. Instead, you can only survive if you take a step closer.

But even if he got closer, he could only avoid the opponent's first slash, and he could not avoid the second slash after it landed.

Amamiya Mahiru chose to decide the outcome with just one strike, so she raised her arm and held the knife in a fatal position.

It was precisely because this move was so exquisite that Bai Yu couldn't help but applaud.

She didn't need to compete in sword speed, she just needed to put the sword in the right position and wait for him to hit her. The more powerful and terrifying the power carried by the sword, the more difficult it would be for the human figure who was completely controlled by the sword to avoid it.