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"Whoosh—!"
Accompanied by a sharp, piercing shriek, the golden greatsword shot out like lightning. Scorching hot winds surged around its blade, turning it into a streak of golden light edged in fiery red as it flashed past.
"Bang bang bang bang bang—!"
Far more chaotic than that sharp shriek, a barrage of gunfire erupted violently from the opposite side, instantly drowning it out.
Yet what shot toward the golden streak were not bullets, but swords, blades, spears, halberds, and all kinds of weapons—each pitch-black and covered in an eerie azure glow.
And the medium firing those black weapons was neither a bow nor a cannon, but a patch of crimson space standing in midair like a doorway.
Within that crimson space, ripples constantly spread outward. With every ripple, a pitch-black weapon emerged and shot forward wildly like an arrow released from a bow.
The air trembled, and the wind wailed. Like an undefeated general charging into an army of thousands, the golden streak erupted with scorching hot winds and plunged its blade—powerful enough to melt steel and cut through anything—into the mass of black weapons filling its entire field of vision like a barrage of bullets. "Screech—!"
At once, an unbearably piercing shriek turned into a wave of sound within the black weapon swarm and drilled into everyone's ears.
It was the sound of the golden greatsword knocking away every black weapon that came near at incredible speed.
There were simply too many black weapons. The golden greatsword flew forward while knocking aside dozens every second, deflecting both those that approached it and those that collided with it head-on. The rapid clashes blended together, producing that sharp, grating hum.
But that soon came to an end.
The golden greatsword was indeed