Seed Machine Gun

"Monster!"

"That guy's a monster!" Miles stood beside Comil, gripping the hilt of the sword behind his back as he spoke in a low voice.

"Indeed. Do you still have the courage to challenge him?" Comil asked with a smile. His own emotions were surging somewhat.

"Of course!"

Miles stepped forward with heavy strides, like a warrior about to march onto the battlefield.

He knew his chances of winning were slim, but so what? If he didn't even have the courage to draw his sword against Vidal face-to-face, what was the point of practicing swordsmanship or being a marine?

"Miles, headquarters lieutenant. Please go easy on me!" He drew his sword, pointed it downward, and met Vidal's gaze with a solemn expression.

Vidal glanced at the long sword in his hand and smiled gently. "Sorry, I'm not very good with a sword, so I won't use one."

If he forced himself to use a sword, then defeated Miles through the sheer difference in their strength and speed, how would that be any different from insulting him?

"That's all right." Miles nodded.

The moment he finished speaking, his gaze sharpened. He suddenly vanished from the spot, and in the next second he crossed the ten-odd meters between them and appeared before Vidal. His long sword tore through the air in a fierce thrust!

His sword was incredibly fast. Even with a clear, unobstructed view, most of the marines saw only a flash of white blade light.

A blink later, they saw that the lightning-fast blade had been stopped by a slender finger, unable to advance another inch!

"It's Shigan!" Plenty of people present had a keen eye, and they immediately recognized what Vidal had done.

[Clink—clang—]

The finger gave Miles no chance to pull back and attack again. With a gentle flick, tremendous force traveled along the blade and shattered it completely!

The force then reached the hilt and spread through Miles's entire arm. In an instant, his whole body shook involuntarily.

Vidal seized that fleeting opening and brought his fair, slender finger to Miles's throat.

Though it took so long to describe, from the moment Miles thrust his sword to the moment Shigan stopped and shattered the blade and the finger reached his Adam's apple, the entire exchange might not have lasted even two seconds!

It all happened so quickly, and it all ended so suddenly.

Vidal slowly withdrew his finger amid the silence.

For swordsmen who had yet to master Armament Haki, it was truly difficult to keep their blades intact in a head-on clash with an opponent as strong as or stronger than themselves.

Unless they were lucky enough to possess a Famous Sword.

"I lost."

Miles lowered his head bitterly and looked at the shattered blade scattered across the ground. That sword had been at his side ever since he became a private third class.

He hadn't expected that his own incompetence and weakness would leave him unable to protect it today!

"Master Haki as soon as you can. It'll let you give your sword better protection," Vidal said softly, offering both comfort and advice.

"Haki? I understand. Thank you!" After thanking him, Miles promptly turned and walked to the sidelines.

He wanted to see how Comil, a fellow swordsman who was stronger than him, would fare.

Comil stepped onto the field, his two swords already drawn and in hand. He raised his chin confidently and looked at Vidal, who stood several heads taller than him.

No matter how formidable his opponent, as long as he had his swords in hand, he was full of confidence, believing that his sweat and training would give him strength!

The same was true of Vidal. When it came to sweat and hard work, he had trained desperately alongside his father ever since his body could withstand training.

Talent was not the same as strength. Turning talent into strength also demanded hard work!

What were the Six Powers?

It was stated clearly: they were physical techniques that surpassed the limits of the human body!

Those who understood the meaning of limits understood.

"Comil, headquarters captain. Please go easy on me!"

"Please."

[Whoosh!]

Comil's opening move was identical to Miles's. He used Soru to flash straight in front of Vidal and thrust the long sword in his right hand at him.

Miles and everyone else watching from the sidelines frowned as one. What was Comil thinking?

Didn't he know the blade would shatter in a head-on clash?

Vidal was curious about that too, so he raised his finger once more and flicked it toward the gleaming sword tip as fast as lightning!

But the scene they imagined didn't come to pass. Instead of being stopped, the sword gently slipped past his finger and glided along his skin like flowing water, heading for Vidal's throat.

At the same time, Comil drove the long sword in his left hand swiftly toward Vidal's waist!

"Interesting."

Vidal didn't use his speed to dodge away. Smiling, he let the two sharp swords come at him, then easily evaded them with inconceivable movements.

Comil's pupils abruptly contracted, but his assault didn't stop. Instead, he pressed it even harder, swinging both swords in a dense net of blade light.

Vidal remained where he was, evading every thrust, slash, chop, and cut at the last possible instant.

He was like a green butterfly, dancing freely among a field of flowers formed from blade light without touching a single petal.

"Kami-e this time?" the blond colonel said with a smile.

The colonel with two swords first nodded, then shook his head. "Not just Vidal. Comil also used a Kami-e technique in his first thrust."

At the same time, he unconsciously gripped the hilt at his waist and wondered whether he could strike Vidal while he was using Kami-e.

I can't hit him!

Comil's expression was icy. No matter how tricky the angle or how fast he swung, he couldn't touch so much as the edge of Vidal's clothes.

He knew Kami-e too, so he naturally understood that the technique didn't guarantee evasion. It only allowed the body to move with changes in the air currents.

So the reason he was in this situation was that his swordsmanship wasn't refined enough and his strikes weren't fast enough. There was no other reason!

"Next, let me see how well you've mastered Kami-e." Vidal revealed a kindly smile amid the flashes of steel.

"Huh?!" Comil didn't understand, but he immediately saw Vidal's hands move.

"Shigan: Seed Machine Gun!"

Vidal's two index fingers became a blur of afterimages in front of him, with faint pale-green points of light among them.

It looked as though hundreds of swaying fireflies were swooping toward Comil at incomparable speed!

"Not good!"

Comil's expression changed drastically. He no longer dared to continue his reckless assault, but Vidal's attack came too fast, leaving him no time to withdraw his swords and retreat.

With no other choice, he used Kami-e and did his best to dodge. He didn't even dare block those green points of light with his swords.

If his swords were shattered, how the hell was he supposed to fight?

In an instant, a dense cluster of light engulfed Comil's figure, but he was clearly not as at ease as Vidal had been.

Before long, holes began appearing in his clothes, followed by one bloody hole after another in his arms.

It was as though those glowing "fireflies" could bite!

A few seconds later, Comil had no choice but to grit his teeth and shield his body with both swords. Unsurprisingly, they shattered under the barrage of light.

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