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Yhwach, be careful.

I'm getting serious! "

After saying that, he took out a writing brush from his arms.

The monk turned the brush in his hand,

I saw the brush getting bigger and bigger,

In the end, he was as tall as a monk.

Youha wiped the blood on his face with his hands,

Look at him quietly,

The monk waved the brush in his hand,

"I hope you don't want that to die soon,

Dye it black!

【一字】"

The monk waved an ink mark,

The tip at the front of the brush turned into a sharp blade.

soul world,

The war between the God of Death and the Quincy continues,

The forest outside Jingling Court is quiet and peaceful.

The deer played freely,

A giant Nee is swimming slowly in the river.

at this time,

A dark ink mark suddenly appeared on his tail,

The screen returns to the reception platform,

The monk raised the brush that turned into a blade,

His eyes rolled up,

Showing murderous intent,

An ink mark crossed the void,

Yohabach clasped his left hand on his chest,

Use the knife in your right hand to defend,

When Mo Hen and Youha's knives touched each other,

The ink marks exploded directly,

Ink splashes everywhere,

Yoha's knife was partially stained by ink.

He raised his head,

Just looking at the monk quietly,

The monk's brush floats,

Slowly turning into a thick and ancient blade,

The air seemed to solidify,

"The blade that the brush turned into is very thick.

But I couldn't feel anything like spiritual pressure at all.

What kind of weapon is this? "

Bach stared at the blade in the monk's hand,

at this time,,

The monk holds the blade in his hand,

Yhwach was shocked inwardly.

He looked carefully,

Where is the figure of the blade?

What the monk is holding is still the huge brush over there!

"what?

What happened just now? "

The monk smiled and said,

"Can't you tell if it's a pen or a knife?"

Yhwach’s face was serious;

He raised his sword,

In an instant,

The monk rushed to him again,

With a sword swing, black pen and ink splashed out around the two of them,

It turned out to be stained with huge black characters in the sky,

reception desk,

The two swords met each other,

The monk glared angrily,

The writing and ink stirred between the two of them,

The monk swung his sword down,

Yoha escaped the monk’s ink mark,

Not to be outdone, the monk

He raised his sword,

Yhwach dodges,

While saying contemptuously:

"What's the use of your weapon?

Splashing ink as much as you like can't hurt me at all.

Besides cutting my strength,

Just useless

But you should already know,

All my reduced strength can be restored instantly. "

The ink keeps splattering,

"That knife can't knock me down,

Let me teach you what is called attack! "

After saying this, Habach slashed at the monk with the knife in his hand.

The monk just glanced at his knife,

He actually gave up his defense and let the knife attack him.

But when it hit the monk, he stopped immediately.

The monk's body was not harmed at all,

The monk showed contempt,

"Just your knife?

It’s not that bad either. "

Yhwach was astonished;

"how is this possible!

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This knife of mine is..."

Yhwach fell silent for a moment,

The monk put his hand behind his ear,

Showing a proud smile,

"Um?

what?

What's the name of your sword? "

Yhwach looked at the monk,

He finally frowned,

"What on earth did you do?

How could I forget the name of my knife? "

Yhwach looked down,

My own sword is still dark,

But ink kept dripping from the knife,

"Things that have been obliterated by my words,

Names will be lost. "

Yhwach's whole body was soaked in pitch-black ink,

...

Even the Star Cross that seals the residual fire sword on the chest was dyed black.

“The nameless thing is powerless;

The sword without a name,

You without a name,

Do you want to kill me now too? "

……

In the world of One Punch Man,

KING watched the video,

He looked at Saitama again.

Changkou prepared to speak but made no sound.

Genos didn't understand.

"KING,

What do you want to say? "

"I wonder if Saitama's body will lose his power if it's covered in ink?"

Genos said excitedly: