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TM : [113] Altera
🕑 Added 2023-11-07 16:02:01 +0000 UTCBoom—
The clash between sword and Noble Phantasms!
"What wildness!" King Iskandar couldn't help but marvel at the scene before him. "Isn't this something even Berserkers wouldn't dare to do?"
Facing the enemy's Noble Phantasms, he didn't evade or defend; instead, he attacked!
As if his swords could tear through everything, he showed no fear.
Boom—
The light dissipated, leaving only the wild figures in place.
"Hahaha! So, this is what he call a Noble Phantasm, not bad! It's much more satisfying than regular attacks."
"You... are still alive..." Altera looked at the dust-covered Zaraki Kenpachi with a slight narrowing of her eyes, pointing her sword at him.
He had taken a direct hit from her Noble Phantasm, and yet he was still alive, though undoubtedly severely wounded.
His sword was now reduced to half its length. His right arm was severed. A portion of his head was cleaved off, and his body was covered in extensive burns. If this had happened to anyone else, they would likely be dead. But...
He couldn't be judged by normal standards.
Despite such injuries, he didn't appear fatigued at all; instead, he exuded a sense of growing strength.
"Well then, come on! Can you still fight? It's not over yet, is it?" Gripping his sword tightly, blood trickled down from the blade. "Another round! The one from earlier, what was it? A Noble Phantasm? Let's do it again!"
Altera didn't say anything.
She had already expended a great deal of mana. Kayneth's supply of mana was limited, and without using incantations, she could only use her Noble Phantasm at full power once.
A second use was no longer possible.
Boom, boom—
Suddenly, the spatial surroundings changed.
The bounded field disappeared, and when they regained their senses, they were back outside the Ryuudou Temple.
"It seems the bounded field on this side has reached its limit," King Iskandar remarked as he looked at the group. "So, Caster, do you want to continue?"
"Caster? Ah... you're calling me, right," Zaraki Kenpachi responded with a slight pause, realizing they were addressing him. "Of course! These injuries are nothing; they don't even scratch the surface. I'm far from needing to stop!"
"Your injuries should render you unable to fight," Altera stepped forward.
Although she had a few wounds herself, they were in an entirely different league compared to Zaraki Kenpachi's.
But... what was this feeling?
Even though there are hardly any injuries on our side, and the opposite side is already covered in wounds, why... does it feel like we're the weaker ones here?
"Well, let's have another round, Altera!"
Boom—
In an instant, even with only one arm remaining, the pressure emanating from Zaraki Kenpachi showed no sign of diminishing. Instead, it grew stronger!
"I'll destroy you—"
Altera didn't say anything more. She swung her sword at Zaraki Kenpachi.
The man before her was not the strongest she had encountered throughout her long existence, but he was undoubtedly the most relentless in battle.
Pitying him because of his injuries was unnecessary when facing such a foe. It was entirely unnecessary; at such times, all she had to do was respond with her sword!
In the next moment, Altera hesitated for a moment, and Zaraki Kenpachi's arm, which had been severed by her Noble Phantasm earlier, began to regenerate bit by bit!
"Annoying fellow," Zaraki Kenpachi said as he flexed his hand.
Ultimate Life Form C—
This ability had always been active, but... he had suppressed it.
He didn't like this kind of ability.
For him, battle was battle. Getting injured and recovering was just boring.
Therefore...
He suppressed this ability and didn't use it.
However, Kazuya had the ability to forcibly regain control of his body, but he felt that letting him take charge during the battle would allow him to unleash even greater power, so he didn't interfere.
Otherwise, battling while trying to regain control of his body...
How much attention could he devote to the fight? In such a situation, facing such a formidable opponent, he would almost certainly lose!
"But... fortunately, you understand some sense of aesthetics." Zaraki Kenpachi laughed heartily as he faced Altera. While regaining control of his body, he only repaired his severed arm and left the other wounds on his body untouched. He was quite satisfied with this.
"Hahaha—"
"I'll destroy you—"
Boom—
"Hmm... a battle between the embodiment of destruction and the embodiment of battle... we can call the current situation that." King Iskandar watched the battle with great interest.
To him, Altera was undoubtedly strong, but his Army of the King had no way to deal with her.
Their compatibility was poor; she had him completely restrained.
In this battle, King Iskandar had no role to play.
"Oh no—"
Suddenly, King Iskandar clenched the "short sword" at his waist, relatively speaking.
In front of him, Altera had just been struck by Zaraki Kenpachi's sword, leaving a long scar on her chest with blood flowing freely.
"It seems it's over," Zaraki Kenpachi said as he propped the remaining half of his sword on his shoulder.
"No... it's not over yet..." Altera struggled to stand, leaning on her sword. "It's not... far from over!"
Altera's vision blurred slightly, but she still raised her sword.
The man in front of her was very strong—
You could even say he was unbeatable.
Because... she had left so many wounds on him, yet he seemed completely fine. While she, despite only receiving a single careless strike, had almost lost her mobility. And this guy... with such severe injuries, he acted as if he were unscathed.
"I am... the embodiment of destruction! I... the battle... is not over!"
As Altera spoke, an unusual aura emanated from her.
It was as if the aura had come from a distant, ancient era.
Her aura and magical power continued to climb.
"Hahaha, not bad, not bad at all! It seems you're not just making empty threats!" Zaraki Kenpachi laughed heartily. Even though his remaining time for activity was less than a minute, he continued to laugh.
"Come on, show me what else you've got, something even more impressive!"
"I am... destruction—!"
