"Whoosh—!"
In the vast white space, the sharp katana tore through the air like falling lightning, dispersing the currents completely.
"Hah!"
With a loud shout, Amakusa Shirou Tokisada charged forward and ruthlessly brought his weapon down on Fang Li before him without the slightest hesitation.
Faced with that downward slash as swift as thunder, Fang Li's expression remained utterly calm as he merely raised his weapon.
In Fang Li's hands, one held the long Commanding Sword, while the other gripped the sheath that normally housed its nearly two-meter-long blade. He met Amakusa Shirou Tokisada's attack head-on.
"Clang—!"
A crisp ring resounded in the next instant.
The katana that had slashed fiercely toward Fang Li's head was deflected at an almost inconceivable angle by the exceptionally long Commanding Sword. Amid bursting sparks, it and its wielder were both forced back.
"Haaahhh!"
Amakusa Shirou Tokisada did not lose heart. With even greater momentum than before, he continued pressing Fang Li.
This time, the katana in his hand transformed into a gale. Assisted by the currents winding around its blade, it repeatedly slashed toward Fang Li.
Those moves could truly be called exquisite.
Though Amakusa Shirou Tokisada had not been an especially famous swordsman in life, and as a Saint was better known for legends of performing miracles, with extremely few tales of fighting with weapons and virtually no supreme divine techniques, he was still a hero. His moves had undergone sufficient refinement. Though he could not compare to the powerful Servants of the Saber class, he was still quite formidable.
Yet Fang Li saw through those gale-like slashes without the slightest effort.
"Is this the skill you relied on to save people?"
As he calmly spoke, the Commanding Sword in Fang Li's hand instantly turned into an arc of light. Once again,