There is no doubt that both Samura Anno facing Shuten Doji and Miyamoto Musashi facing Minamoto Yorimitsu were in a tough battle.
"Such power is simply...unimaginable."
Kotaro watched everything happening on the battlefield from outside the battlefield, and couldn't help but feel a... trembling feeling.
Whether it is a swordsman or an evil ghost, the methods used by them are difficult to see in ordinary times.
This battle is also related to the life and death of villagers and children.
"It's no surprise that top warriors can do these things."
"Didn't you say it yourself? Some guys can even move mountains and reclaim seas. Now they are just fighting on the top of the mountain. Why are you so surprised?"
"Besides...those two guys haven't lost their rhythm yet."
Perhaps because he is a knifesmith, Muramasa is considered an expert, so he can see some things that the other three cannot.
Samura was already injured, and Musashi looked like he was retreating steadily - but as Muramasa said, neither of them had any confusion in their rhythm, and they still had a clear grasp of their own strength.
"I believe they will win."
Fujimaru Ritsuka couldn't see anything - but it didn't stop her from trusting her servants and her good friends.
Zuomura was tumbling in the air, pulling out the feather from his chest while spinning, and threw it towards Shuten Doji, and then——
The tip of his toe hit a dead leaf flying in the air, and like an arrow from a string, he rushed towards Shuten Doji at a speed that was invisible to the naked eye.
Noble Phantasm—Liberation!
"Without heart and thoughts, without thoughts there is no sword. Abandon faith and nothing is left, a land of yellow sand without a state of mind."
"It may be clumsy, or it may be tricky, but in the end——"
"It's still the same path I walked on foot."
"[Heart Feather Wheel·Wingless·Bird Crying]!"
cut!!!
Poof——
"Uh-"
Shuten Doji screamed, and then he and Zuomura disappeared into the battlefield in an instant.
In the land of yellow sand, Zuo Cun's ideal desert, Shuten Dozi rolled in the yellow sand, and the dust on her body instantly shattered. She stood up again, looking at Zuo Cun angrily.
"Is it this weird world again!?"
"This is my life, you can't beat me."
Zuo Cun vibrated the knife vigorously, and the blood belonging to evil spirits on the knife spilled into his barrier, and the shadows walking behind him swallowed up the blood in an instant.
"Haha - you actually said that this is your life in such a desolate place. Are you not joking?"
Although Shuten Doji had huge wounds on her body, instead of weakening her aura, she became even more violent.
The aura belonging to the Orochi God roared, and behind Shuten Doji appeared the shadow of an Orochi that was exactly the same as Mochizuki Chiyome - but the intensity was simply not the same.
If Chiyome Mochizuki is just a poor person cursed by the snake god, then Shuten Douji——
Just like the big snake itself!
"Without heart, there is no thought; without thought, there is no sword."
Samura repeated what he said when he released the Noble Phantasm.
"What you see is everything below, so - it's funny."
"Since you appear here, it means that you are definitely no match for me."
Zuo Cun closed his eyes, held the knife in his right hand, and assumed a thrusting posture. He pressed his left hand on the end of He He's knife handle, and stretched the muscles on his back, as if -
The wings of an eagle are the same.
The battle is not over yet.
The battle has officially entered a life-and-death situation.
...
"It's Mr. Samura's move again!"
While Musashi was dealing with Minamoto no Yorimitsu, he noticed what happened on one side.
That is Mr. Samura's "Noble Phantasm" as a servant, which is similar to Onmyoji's technique...but Samura has always insisted that it is a sword skill.
"While fighting me, do you still have time to care about that insect?"
Zheng——
boom!!!
Huge power burst out again, but Musashi did not dodge quickly this time - instead, he just moved a little to the side to avoid Minamoto no Yorikou's slashing attack.
Musashi has become familiar with Minamoto no Yorimitsu's attacking rhythm.
Moreover... Minamoto Yorimitsu is only very powerful and very fast now. In terms of skills... he is really not as good as Musashi!
"It's because of the employment agency."
Fujimaru Ritsuka analyzed from one side.
"Miss Raimitsu was summoned as a Berserker in Chaldea, so her melee combat skills were not weakened, but became part of her instincts. But now, Miss Raimitsu is summoned as a Rider.
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"The advantage of Rdier job agency compared to other job agencies mainly lies in the advantages of footwork and the number of precious vehicles. But the problem is - Miss Laiguang doesn't seem to have her own vehicle now, and the one she has been using is just that one
It doesn’t look like the other Noble Phantasms of Doji Kiri Anzuna can be seen.”
For Rider's servants, the most important thing is to use multiple Noble Phantasms to fight and gain an advantage for themselves, but Minamoto Yorimitsu...
Now it seems like he is fighting simply by relying on his own strength.
Musashi apparently discovered this too.
The other party's skills are obviously not as good as your own. If you don't take advantage of this and turn it into your own advantage - it would be silly!
Zheng——
With one slash, Minamoto Yorimitsu blocked, but Musashi quickly retreated after missing the blow, turned to another direction, and launched a straight thrust with great flexibility——
"Too slow!"
Minamoto no Yorimitsu laughed ferociously, and the boy Kiriyatsuna slashed towards Musashi.
but--
Musashi stopped in front of the blade, and both swords reached sideways, and then——
cut!
Poof——
"Um!?"
Minamoto Yorimitsu felt pain and his pupils shrank.
"The more powerful an attack is, the harder it is to stop it after it is launched, otherwise you will hurt yourself."
A backflip opened the distance, and Musashi smiled.
"Your strength and speed are beyond my reach. After all, this is a natural advantage brought by the body. I can't compare with you anyway, but - you have always used power roughly, so
Once your attack is launched, it cannot be taken back until it is completed."
"So—get it? This is where you lose."
Musashi once again put on a first-rate posture, with a serious and solemn expression.
"Then—go on!"
"Before you and me, only one person could survive, and that person - it must be me!"
"Hehehe-hehehehehe!!!!"
"Then let's try it!"
Minamoto Yorimitsu laughed, not caring about the wounds on his body at all.
"Do you think you can defeat me if you sense my weakness!?"