Clang!
This was the sound of a blade fragment hitting the ground.
The sharp blade spun across the ground as though twisting in a Spiral, only coming to a stop at the feet of a group of people.
Iaian, Kyūbu Tachi, and Samurai Drill looked at the broken blade that had rolled to their feet, then at the scene before them. Their expressions had completely frozen.
Sylvia smiled slowly, as if it were only natural, as if there had never been any suspense, and said,
"It looks like the winner has been decided."
There should have been no reason to doubt that fact.
Anyone who saw the scene in the field would have thought the same.
Fang Li and Atomic Samurai stood facing each other, each maintaining his posture.
Fang Li had not moved his feet, nor had his body swayed in the slightest. One hand merely rested on the hilt of the Commanding Sword at his waist, as though he were about to draw it—or as though he had already sheathed it. He quietly watched his opponent ahead.
Atomic Samurai, meanwhile, remained in his slashing stance, gripping his sword. Yet the expression on his face kept changing, and his gaze was fixed firmly on the blade before him.
The blade had broken in half, leaving only one half intact.
Atomic Samurai stood there with a broken sword in hand, unable to believe it.
Seeing that scene, anyone could probably guess what had happened.
At the very least, everyone present could.
The instant Atomic Samurai unleashed his Atomic Slash, Fang Li had finally drawn his sword.
That single strike had erased the hundreds of slashes Atomic Samurai had unleashed within a second.
That single strike had severed Atomic Samurai's katana in two.
Yet no one present had seen it.
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