You are very strong, but my painting style is better than yours!

Clang!

Once again, in the instant the blades clashed, in a fleeting moment too short to even measure time, the girl felt a profound sense of alienation, almost completely disconnected from her surroundings. Even the weapon she held in her hand seemed to no longer belong to her.

This blade, which was usually as easy to wield as a finger, felt like an unforged block of iron when it clashed with its opponent. Beatrice, a highly skilled swordswoman, even lost her balance for a moment!

If it were an ordinary magic swordsman, he would have been knocked out of his hand with a simple flick of the wrist, right?

But in fact, the sword in the girl's hand was not knocked away. It's hard to say whether it was intuition, luck, or that her body reacted faster than her brain.

In short, as Iori swung outwards, Beatrice suddenly flipped her wrist, causing her arm, shoulder, and entire body to rotate around, just like practicing a difficult dance move, thus deflecting the oncoming "momentum".

"Oh?"

opportunity!

Just as Iori showed a surprised expression, Beatrice saw an opening in her rapidly changing vision and thrust out her sword again, a dazzling stream of light flashing like an arrow released from a bow!

Whoosh!

The cold blade pierced through Iori's armpit, followed by an upward slash that sent Iori staggering backward.

Beatrice's eyes lit up with starlight, and she unleashed a series of powerful thrusts that were astonishing as a meteor shower!

Although her overall strength was inferior to the foreign swordsman before her, she was a demonic swordswoman known as the "Goddess of War" for her superb swordsmanship. Her exquisite control of power allowed her to successfully accumulate strength with a single breath, making each thrust possess the power to pierce through metal and stone.

She didn't pursue speed with her sword strikes; instead, with each strike, she had already planned the next move and even the distant future. Her footwork and posture were perfectly coordinated, her agile figure leaving almost only a blur in the arena. Standing tall and imposing, she defied all odds.

Even Iori secretly admired the sharp sword energy. The unpredictable and incredibly precise sword techniques were like a symphony composed of steel and played by a raging wind!

"Sbarasi!"

Iori carefully blocked Beatrice's attacks. As the saying goes, prolonged defense will inevitably lead to defeat. To win, she had to regain the initiative.

This is actually not difficult for him. Whether he uses brute force, the power of his Zanpakuto, or even the explosive power of Shunpo, he can easily crush Beatrice.

However, this is a purely technical contest, and even if one wins, it will inevitably ruin the aesthetics of the battle.

"But how long can your offensive last?!"

Clang!

Intense sparks flew as Iori dodged Beatrice's sharp sword strike, then unleashed a strange surge of energy with a backhand flick, sweeping across the female elf's body like a tidal wave and disrupting her balance.

"Well!"

"You're already at your limit. The one who can truly control the battle is always the one who leaves themselves room to maneuver!"

Breathing, steps, angles—everything must be calculated in an instant!

The opponent is not the type to be defeated by clever tricks; any tricks will be seen through by that flawless swordsmanship.

clang--!

Beatrice took a half-step back and swung her sword to prevent Iori from seizing the opportunity to attack. However, the sword struck with a crisp clang, as Iori used the hilt of her sword to block the tip and then used the momentum to exert force—

With a flick of the wrist, a clear sound of steel clashing rang out, the blade of the katana was pushed aside, and the released wind pressure created a deep groove in the ground.

"Well--!"

Before Beatrice could retract her blade, Iori had already switched back to a right-hand grip on the sword, and without any feints or probing, struck the female elf's face directly along the midline of her body!

Zheng!

The wind whistled, clothes swayed, and in the blink of an eye, the gray-gold-haired girl had retreated beyond Iori's attack range.

Although she dodged the attack, the girl's expression grew increasingly serious, and she remained vigilant as she watched her opponent's back.

The magic binding her still granted her considerable power, but her heart was filled with unease. Suddenly, a strand of silky golden hair flew out and floated down before Beatrice's eyes...

—You've been completely seen through!

Just as Iori said, the one who is more relaxed and at ease will ultimately win.

Beatrice didn't just dodge the attack by luck; it was Iori who made her dodge it.

This fighting style, which practically declares that the opponent cannot escape its grasp... the difference is self-evident.

It wasn't arrogance, but rather his self-confidence that led him to choose this kind of battle without a second thought.

With precise control down to the hair's breadth, keen insight into the surroundings, including the enemy, and swordsmanship that could be used at will... all these factors combined to make the concept of "terrifying" a reality in Beatrice's mind.

She once thought her swordsmanship had reached a high peak, but later realized that there might be even greater achievements beyond that. So even after obtaining the title of "God of War," she continued to tirelessly pursue the path of martial arts.

And today, she finally saw...that thing high up in the mountains.

"Is this the end of martial arts?"

"Still a long way to go!"

Iori suddenly appeared in front of Beatrice. This time, he took the initiative and unleashed a sword strike that, while not extremely fast, was so powerful that it was impossible to avoid!

"drink!"

Beatrice rallied and managed to hold out for a short while, but her movements were completely blocked by Iori, making it difficult for her to use her skills. After more than ten exchanges, she was defeated.

With one person shifting their weight backward and the other lowering their body and leaning forward to press forward, even with equal force, the difference in strength would quickly become apparent.

laugh!

With a flick of the sword's hilt from the Kusanagi sword, the female elf's longsword was deflected, leaving her defenses wide open!

The fastest speed, the most ferocious strike!

The muscles in his thighs were taut, his waist and back forming a perfect line of power. The explosive energy traveled along this powerful and aesthetically pleasing arc, reaching his arms with speed exceeding the limits of nerve reflexes—

one strike!

Without any other movements, Iori simply completed this slash, and Beatrice's mind was filled with the bloody scene of herself being cut in half at the waist!

--laugh!

The two figures passed each other. Beatrice collapsed to her knees, exhausted. Dozens of meters behind her, a large tree, split in two by its tilted surface, slowly fell, kicking up dust.

At the same time, the female elf's bodice was torn open, leaving only two or three fingers' width to barely hold up her full and firm bust.

"……I lost."

At first, she dejectedly admitted defeat, but soon, as if she had figured something out, Beatrice stood up, turned around and looked at Iori, revealing a rare bright smile.

"You're really strong, Iori!"

"of course……"

Iori naturally turned around to meet his gaze, then her brow twitched and her expression turned strange.

Just as Beatrice was about to feel something was wrong, she heard a "sizzle" sound and a cool breeze blew by, and she immediately felt much more relaxed in her chest.

"ah!"

The usually expressionless Valkyrie blushed instantly and, with a reaction speed exceeding that of a sword, covered her chest with one arm. Although it was quite difficult due to her ample figure, with a lot of fair skin exposed, she still managed to maintain a certain level of modesty.

"You did this on purpose, didn't you?!"

The female elf raised her nodachi, and the murderous intent in her eyes was absolutely genuine.

Iori, her face contorted with anger, wore an equally genuine air of innocence: "I have a family, don't smear my reputation!"

“Hmm…” Beatrice was taken aback, but when she thought of Sera, whose looks and figure were no less than her own, her expression softened considerably.

In her extremely simple mind, there was such an outstanding partner, who was so powerful and noble enough to spend time and energy helping the Yanlong who had no relatives or friends... Iori shouldn't do such a pointless thing.

"Then I'm sorry." Beatrice turned her back, and from Iori's angle, only the edge of her side breast could be seen.

I shouldn't have doubted you.

"Good to know~"

An apology should involve showing some chest tissue to demonstrate sincerity. Don't you even know this basic common sense? — Iori ultimately didn't dare to say it out loud.

[CG included]

[Fanservice Series: The Clothes-Exploding Sword]

Category: Ordinary

Quality: Rare

Rating: D (Just showing some breasts counts as "clothes ripped off"? Even food anime are better these days!)

Rewards Overview:

Hit chance - slight increase;

Mobility - Slight increase;

Spirit - Slight increase;

-

"I'll probably never forget this battle, Aizen Iori."

After her battle with Iori, Beatrice had no more energy left. She felt satisfied, both physically and mentally, and even planned to end her journey early and return to her homeland, the Elf Kingdom.

However, she wasn't wearing her usual revealing clothes at this moment. Because Iori had ruined her outfit once, she had taken a robe from the corpse of a female member of the cult and made a simple outer garment, which looked more like loungewear and had a unique charm.

"Elves have very long lifespans, so don't be so confident. Who knows, in a few decades you might forget even my name," Iori chuckled.

Beatrice replied very seriously, "No, although elves have a different view of time than humans and orcs, we are also more sentimental. Everything that is remembered in our hearts will remain unchanged, just like it is engraved in stone."

Aizen Iori, I've never met anyone like you. Everything you've done since we met has been beyond my expectations, completely overturning all the common sense I've accumulated in my life... I'll probably never have this experience again, how could I possibly forget it?

"Really? Then I should feel honored?"

"Whatever, see you again someday."

Beatrice smiled slightly, left Lancelot's magic sword behind, and just like when she passed by here before, she left alone with the sword in her arms, without saying a single word.

Seeing her so carefree, Iori smiled happily.

As the female elf's figure gradually disappeared into the distance, the Flame Dragon, who had remained silent and kept a low profile throughout the normal battle and farewell scene, suddenly spoke.

"You mortals are really interesting. When it comes to parting, you have to make a pointless ceremony."

"Meaningless?" Iori turned her head in surprise. "You think so?"

"Of course it makes no sense."

Yan Zhilong said in a deep voice, "You know she can't beat you, and she knows she's no match for you. The outcome was decided before the battle even started... In my opinion, there's no need for that. She could just admit defeat."

Why bother suppressing magic power and turning it into a simple sword fight... Clang clang~ clang clang, I thought it was blacksmithing! I wanted to take a nap, but I was woken up.

"That's really embarrassing."

Iori chuckled and said, "It's normal that you can't understand. After all, you're not human. Even if you have intelligence, it's hard for you to personally experience the delicate emotions that only humans and demi-humans have."

"emotion?"

"As a swordsman, fighting with others is a way to become stronger. What's more, it also involves a matter of confidence and dignity—every swordsman who has trained hard entrusts their decisive glory to their sword!"

"Does her losing to you mean... losing her honor?"

"Failure is nothing; as long as your spirit remains undiminished, victory will eventually come."

Only when even the human spirit succumbs can there be a complete spiritual collapse… However, Beatrice is clearly not such a fragile person. She may dwell on her defeat for a long time, but ultimately it will only fuel her desire for power even more.”

Iori thought for a moment and added, "By the time we meet again, her swordsmanship will definitely be even better."

"Sword skills? I don't appreciate them."

Even after hearing so much from others, Yan Zhilong still seemed indifferent.

Iori pouted helplessly: "There's nothing I can do. After all, you're a 'dragon.' Even before evolving to this level, you were a top-tier magical beast, a born powerhouse."

Technology is something that the weak rely on to fight against or even defeat the strong.

But for naturally strong individuals, developing and controlling their power is more important; naturally, they don't pursue technical skills much.

"Hmm... I still don't understand."

The Flame Dragon lay half-prone on the ground. Although it had extinguished its flames, the air around it still rippled slightly with transparent light, indicating that the temperature was rising.

Its face revealed a very human expression: "Aren't you the strong one? Why do you have the patience to play this sword game with a weakling?"

Judging from what she said, your swordsmanship is superior to hers... Someone like you should already be at the pinnacle, with no more formidable enemies to challenge, yet you still need to study this?"

"Ah……"

Iori couldn't help but laugh: "Am I strong?"