"..." The two Nazgûl exchanged glances, as if Maple Forest Youlan had some kind of illness. Then, without another word, they launched two streaks of black light at Maple Forest Youlan—one aimed at his throat, the other at his chest. The sharp spear auras sent chills down the spine.
"Still refusing to repent..." Maple Forest Youlan frowned. The local Black Knights really had no manners. They had no intention of observing any martial decorum at all!
"Clang!" Instead of retreating, Maple Forest Youlan advanced. With a flick of his Dragon-slaying Sword, he knocked aside the spear thrust Seven Ring Adunnaphi had aimed at his neck, then swung downward with both hands and smashed Eight Ring Akhorn's spear, aimed at his chest, into the ground.
"Buzz!" A faint glimmer flashed across Maple Forest Youlan's Dragon-slaying Sword. He rested it against his shoulder armor, then spun in place. The Dragon-slaying Sword braced against his shoulder spun like a top. With a slight adjustment of the hilt, he could make the blade's height shift unpredictably. Yet the Nazgûl did not dare underestimate this "little spinning top" whirling a three-meter sword aura. Seven Ring and Eight Ring were driven back step by step as they blocked the spinning Dragon-slaying Sword, and Maple Forest Youlan actually suppressed both of them alone.
"Clang!" The explosive crash of weapons suddenly rang across the battlefield. Under the sunlight, Darian Nightblade quietly emerged from thin air. Holding Garuda, Darian Nightblade, who had been engaging in such underhanded tactics, looked slightly embarrassed. Nine Ring had dragged him out halfway through his sneak attack on Eight Ring. Space magic was practically fatal to assassins.
"Um... I was just passing by..." Darian Nightblade said awkwardly after meeting Uwasa's soul fire.
"Riiip!" Before Darian Nightblade could finish, Uwasa tore open a spatial rift.