Anime, Girlfriend Shokuhou Misaki.

Black Iron Wangma steadied his feet, leveraging the force of Haramura Makoto's strike to violently twist his torso.

Instantly, his legs and spine emitted sounds of dislocation, his body contorting like a pretzel to its limit.

“Bang—”

Immediately following, the dislocated bones snapped back into place.

Then, using the elasticity of the restored bones, he channeled all that power, amplifying his strength through his spirit armor and unleashing it.

Simultaneously, he manipulated the wind before him, separating the air currents completely.

This was the fastest strike Black Iron Wangma could currently muster.

However, Haramura Makoto, who was originally charging towards Black Iron Wangma, simply held his sword horizontally before his chest.

“Clang—”

But, unexpectedly, Black Iron Wangma was sent flying backward.

“—Secret Sword Art·Seamless Garment.”

A technique he had casually learned from Ayatsuji Kaito.

A sword art that countered sword techniques.

The highest-level technique Haramura Makoto had seen so far, capable of deflecting force while simultaneously countering it.

The amount of power Black Iron Wangma used was returned to him by Haramura Makoto with double the force.

So, Black Iron Wangma's current state was not surprising at all.

“Impressive.”

“I initially thought this would be an easy victory for me, but unexpectedly, I'm the one being suppressed.”

Black Iron Wangma stood up again, it was unimaginable how resilient his body was.

“It seems my swordsmanship can't compare to yours.”

Black Iron Wangma frankly admitted his defeat, stood up, and raised his sword.

“In that case, let me show you the world's strongest swordsmanship I've learned over the years.”

Then, he stomped hard on the ground with his right foot, launching himself like a cannonball towards Haramura Makoto.

“—『Seigaiha』!”

The first form of the Tsuruori Style Sixty-Two Forms, Black Iron Wangma's attack path wasn't difficult to see through, so Haramura Makoto prepared to trap him in a combo once again.

But the next instant, Haramura Makoto's scalp went numb.

His eyes had lost track of the sword in his enemy's hand.

“Pfft—”

Chapter 106: Model in a Dream

Completely unable to see any trace of the blade, as if it had suddenly vanished from before Haramura Makoto, the six-foot-long odachi had already sliced through Haramura Makoto's chest.

Blood splattered like water, rising with Black Iron Wangma's nodachi.

Haramura Makoto had also retreated to a position five meters away.

The lining of his school uniform was completely torn open, the wound from his abdomen to his chest was shocking, the exposed white flesh constantly oozing blood, completely dyeing the school uniform red.

“What happened?”

Even Haramura Makoto didn't understand what had just transpired.

Honestly, if his sixth sense hadn't made him retreat a certain distance, Black Iron Wangma's attack would have severely injured him, instead of just looking terrifying and being a minor injury.

“Bang—”

Before Haramura Makoto could find an answer.

Black Iron Wangma had already pressed forward.

The bullets shot by Haramura Makoto naturally missed, but they did change Black Iron Wangma's direction.

“Clang—”

In the ear-piercing, sharp collision, the sword in Haramura Makoto's hand was directly deflected to a great extent.

Immediately following, another flash of light followed, directly slashing over.

Still unable to see any direction, only a flash of white light could be seen.

This strike was enough to instantly kill Haramura Makoto.

“—Footwork Withdrawal, Tenfold Speed!”

The alarm bells in his mind rang loudly, the nerves on his scalp almost completely bristled.

Martial arts and special abilities erupted simultaneously.

In that instant, Haramura Makoto's body suddenly gained speed far exceeding the speed of sound, merely retreating a little, he instantly retreated nearly twenty meters.

Black Iron Wangma's bizarre second strike missed.

“Again.”

“The sword suddenly accelerated.”

Having suffered once, Haramura Makoto was slashed by Black Iron Wangma.

But even the most exquisite swordsmanship, after seeing it two or three times, one could discern some clues, otherwise, he would be too much of a failure as a swordsman, and he would have been taught by Nishikyo Ningin and Nango Hikojiro for nothing.

“—『Time Rejection』!”

Magical power squeezed towards the position of his eyeballs, a faint yellow, clock-like phantom appeared in Haramura Makoto's eye sockets.

Another flash of sword light flashed by, still unable to find the sword's figure, still unable to see the sword's trajectory.

Again, with Footwork Withdrawal plus tenfold speed, Haramura Makoto reappeared ten meters away.

“I see, I understand now.”

Black Iron Wangma's sword was indeed fast.

But it wasn't fast enough to be comparable to the speed of light. After all, if it really reached that speed, the Earth might not be able to withstand a single swing.

The reason his sword was so fast, fast like light, making it impossible for Haramura Makoto's eyes to capture it, was because there was something wrong with his sword speed.

To put it simply, he could instantly increase his sword speed from 0 to 100.

There was no acceleration process in between.

One second it was in a delicate state, and the next second it was already at the limit of his sword speed.

The human visual nervous system has its limits.

Even the fastest sword, the fastest attack, it is an acceleration process from 0 to 20, from 20 to 50, from 50 to 100.

And the human visual nervous system usually captures the process from 0 to 20, and then transmits it to the brain to judge the trajectory of the attack.

Acceleration from 0 to 100, it is hard to imagine that anyone can adapt to this abrupt acceleration, and it is inevitable that it will be mistaken for the speed of light, making it impossible to capture.

The maximum acceleration is completed at the moment of activation, so there is no waste of energy, and every sword is perfect, and every sword is used with 100% of its power. After all, even if her sword is blocked in advance, he has completed the acceleration from 0 to 100.

This is a sword that has surpassed the law of conservation of physics, and it is hard to imagine that this is something that humans can do.

But Haramura Makoto still saw through it.

Haramura Makoto still saw through the trajectory of this anti-human sword.

Time is the most wonderful power in the world.

It controls the flow of all things. If he wants to move faster, he can increase his movement speed tenfold and get ten times the original speed.

He can even pause the time in an area and slow down the flow of time in this area. For example, if a person's original movement speed is 100, he can make it 1.

However, this kind of trick consumes a lot of magic power, and the duration is not long.

Even with his amount of magic power, it is the limit to release this trick once a day.

So, at that time, he was thinking.

Can he lock on to one of the targets and just slow down his speed in an instant?

Thus, the birth of this trick of time rejection.

Applying the time bladed ability to the eyes, the position that the eyes are staring at can release magic power to lock it.

“This is really amazing, this trick.”

It was because he understood the principle of this sword technique that Haramura Makoto sincerely admired it.

The way this sword technique is used is to be able to mobilize all the muscles on the body at the same time.

To explain it a little bit, people control muscles by transmitting information through the electrical consultation in the nerves, but the transmission of the electrical consultation is gradual, so humans must have a sequence when controlling muscles, such as mobilizing the deltoid muscle first and then mobilizing the biceps brachii.

But the current Black Iron Wangma is not.

He seems to be able to activate special electronic signals to mobilize all the muscles on his body at the same time.

Even Haramura Makoto, who has been training his muscles since he was a child, cannot do this at present.

No way.

Even the strongest talent takes time.

Looking at Black Iron Wangma's current body and the scars on his body, one can know how much hard work he put in to replicate this sword technique.

“However, although I can't beat you, it doesn't mean I have no way to deal with you.”

“Since I can't do anything to you in close combat, then I'll crush you with pure power.”

Crazy intent appeared in Haramura Makoto's pupils.

The so-called world's number one swordsmanship is very interesting. Haramura Makoto believes that as long as he has enough time, he can replicate it and then apply it to his Tsuruori.

But it is obviously impossible to deal with it now.

So, let's bet on special abilities.

“This trick can't be regarded as my original, but I have also replicated the old woman's unique skill.”

Rain Moon and Sky Rift are in hand at the same time.

The gun handle and the sword handle collided together like splicing, and the magic power on Haramura Makoto's body exploded instantly, the muzzle flickered with a dark blue light, and the blade flickered with a demonic red light.

“Interesting, let's do it then.”

Black Iron Wangma also knew that he had no chance to get close to Haramura Makoto.

Although he had mastered the most powerful swordsmanship in the world, he knew very well that he was only learning half of it by imitating it.

If he hadn't been suppressed so thoroughly by Haramura Makoto in close combat before, he wouldn't have used this semi-finished swordsmanship.

The hurricane circle surrounding the battlefield was directly disbanded by Black Iron Wangma.

He also retreated about fifty meters with the airflow, and then slashed upwards into the air with a fierce knife from bottom to top.

“Boom——”

The huge magic power spread out around him, and then it was all poured into the wild sword in his hand.

The magic power that was almost as solid as substance even formed a real storm, and even the refraction of light was reflected, making his figure blurred.

Why disband the hurricane circle?

He wanted to concentrate all his magic power, without leaving a drop, into this attack.

On the blade, the storm surged violently.

The chaotic airflow crushed everything around Black Iron Wangma except for him.

“——『Severing Moon Heavenly Dragon Claw』!”

Black Iron Wangma let out a roar-like roar.

The storm wrapped the giant sword, just like the claws of a giant dragon.

Under such an attack, any steel, rock, or body would be split open by it.

“Come on.”