NOVEL WEB Chapter 218.2
Chapter 218.2. Yoshimitsu
The Powers muttered and, once again, attacked with eight of them in the same way. However, noticing that the enemy’s movements were different this time, Yoshimitsu relied on his intuition as a swordsman.
“Do they have something in mind?”
[Storm Slash]
Just as he was about to unleash the power of the magic sword, Yoshimitsu saw one of the Powers envelop himself in an unnatural aura, with the others gathering around him. He quickly canceled his attack.
“Huh?”
The Powers, surprised by the cancellation of the magic sword’s release, reacted with a casual tone. The timing disruption also nullified the effect of the [Self-Sacrifice] skill. Seeing this, Yoshimitsu crouched, braced his legs on the floor, and plunged into the group, swinging his sword fiercely.
Blood splattered from the Powers he slashed, forming pools of blood on the floor as their fallen bodies accumulated.
“They were probably defensive fighters, but too naive!”
With a ferocious swordplay befitting the word “fierce,” Yoshimitsu eliminated the confused and slow-moving enemies due to the unexpected action. He transformed his mana into Aura and concentrated his power in his legs.
[Dash]
In the blink of an eye, Yoshimitsu accelerated towards the Powers in the back. Even though the effect of the skill lasted only about five meters, it was enough. With a smirk on his face, he thrust out his magic sword.
[Storm Slash]
From the tip of the thrust magic sword, a storm with physical blades was unleashed. The storm roared, covering the Powers waiting in the back. No one was left as they were all within the effect range. When Yoshimitsu received the de-tuned magic sword from the gods, he tested all its powers.
He had memorized the effect range, activation time, and power of the Storm Slash, understanding its range accurately.
“Looks like it’s over. Can someone use a skill?”
“Hahaha, great skill. No time to use it.”
“Is ‘regret’ the word? Hahaha.”
Even as the violent storm tore them apart like fruit in a blender, the Powers still muttered with a frivolous tone as they died. After the storm subsided, the floor was covered with a vast amount of blood and only pieces of flesh remained.
As a moment of silence fell, Yoshimitsu, looking displeased, switched to a new sword and muttered.
“These guys… something’s off. Why don’t they value their own lives?”
There was no ingenuity in their combat or the determination to defeat the enemy, almost like game fodder. Yoshimitsu wondered if he had avenged his son. Since the unit known as Power had surely included one of the soldiers who killed his son, it might be considered revenge… but it didn’t quite sit right with him.
“Hm… for now, I’ve wiped out the enemies. Have I bought enough time until help arrives…?”
Touching his neatly trimmed beard, Yoshimitsu felt a bit relieved that no reinforcements seemed to be arriving.
“We have a problem… to think there would be such a fighter… and combined with their skill, it’s extremely troublesome. Capturing him alive seems difficult.”
The wooden floor creaked, and a slightly high-pitched male voice was heard. Yoshimitsu immediately readied his sword and called out loudly.
“Who goes there!”
A man dressed in a suit and a blonde-haired white man appeared. He had a straightforward face and wore glasses.
“Nice to meet you, Prime Minister Ashikaga. My name is Michael. I lead the Mechanized Division.”
[Flame Sword]
Michael, who politely introduced himself with a bow, was met with Yoshimitsu immediately unleashing the power of his sword. A blazing fire melted the frozen room as it surged towards Michael.
“You’re quite accustomed to the battlefield.”
[Wind Barrier]
Michael, with a faint smile, raised his head and waved his right hand. Instantly, a wind barrier rose from the floor, clashing with the raging fire created by the Flame Sword. The fire tried to penetrate the wind barrier, while the wind barrier tried to extinguish the flames, both forces clashing and neutralizing each other’s power.
“Tch.”
Not lingering to watch, Yoshimitsu discarded the sword and drew the next one.
[Wind Cannon]
[Thunder Sword]
As Michael raised his palm and chanted the next spell, a vertical whirlwind was launched like a cannonball. This spell scattered the fire that had been blocked by the barrier and charged at Yoshimitsu. However, Yoshimitsu had already activated the Thunder Sword, and lightning collided with the wind cannon.
“Impressive judgment; you are a seasoned warrior. But the magic sword’s power is level six. Unfortunately, you are not a match for me.”
[Wind King Blade Dance]
With a faint smile, Michael chanted another spell. A three-meter-wide crescent-shaped wind blade with physical attributes was launched like a guillotine. The wind blade sliced through the floor like cutting cheese.
“Damn it.”
Mirror Armor could reflect a certain amount of magic. An attempt to reflect the wind blades created a barrier, but it was easily destroyed after a brief resistance. Although the wind blades were countered, the polished mirror surface of the Mirror Armor became clouded and lost its power.
With such terrifying power from a single blow, Yoshimitsu clicked his tongue and activated his sword’s power.
[Flame Sword]
[Ice Sword]
Feeling threatened by the approaching next spell, Yoshimitsu unleashed the powers of the Flame Sword and Ice Sword successively.
“As the name ‘Dance’ implies, these blades can be launched in countless numbers. How long will you be able to withstand the fixed power of the magic sword?”
As Michael said, the wind blades were launched in countless numbers from his palm. Yoshimitsu, with a pained expression, continued to counter with the power of the magic sword.
Flames burned, ice froze the air, and lightning ran through the passage. The mansion became a hellish scene of intense magic confrontation.
However, Yoshimitsu felt himself gradually being pushed back. The released power of the magic sword could only counter a few of the wind blades, while Michael, showing no signs of exhaustion, continued to launch wind blades.
“Damn it. When will that magic stop?”
“You seem to have sweet expectations. My [Sacred Song] is a skill that can repeat the first spell with less mana consumption than usual. There is no chance of winning. Surrender, please. You’re running out of magic swords too, right? There’s a vast difference in power between you and me, like heaven and earth. If you want to save your life, please surrender peacefully.”
With a confident expression, Michael continued to shoot wind blades while casually revealing the power of his skill.
“Don’t underestimate me!”
Yoshimitsu, showing his teeth at the arrogant enemy who casually revealed their skill, shouted angrily. However, with only a few magic swords left, he considered making a desperate rush and squinted slightly with a smile.
“Hm? What’s that?”
Noticing the odd expression, Michael—
“Demon World Kick”
“Goff!”
Michael was kicked hard in the back, sending him flying and rolling on the floor. He quickly stood up, faced the one who had kicked him, and, showing anger, shouted.
“Who are you!”
“I suppose I should just say I’m a messenger from the Demon World, far below the heavenly realm?”
There stood a girl wearing a silver mask. She looked at Michael with a teasing expression, arms crossed.