Can You Still Beat Me?

Mirror World.

Two figures darted rapidly through the reflections of towering skyscrapers!

Boom—!!!

A mirror shard flew from the silver-robed Oracle Envoy's hand, rapidly expanding into a blade as tall as a building. It slashed fiercely across the street, instantly razing dozens of buildings to the ground with a deafening hum.

Thick smoke billowed in every direction.

Amid the dust, Uncle Kyosuke gripped an empty scabbard and moved through the rubble, nimbly evading every attack. The withered red rose at his waist swayed gently.

He glanced back over his shoulder. The silver-robed Oracle Envoy swept through the sky like a bird, plunging straight toward him!

Thud—!!

The silver figure crashed down before Uncle Kyosuke like a meteor, smashing dense cracks into the ground. The earth resembled a mirror struck by a hammer, seemingly on the verge of shattering apart.

The silver-robed Oracle Envoy held Black Rope in his hand and looked at Uncle Kyosuke mockingly as he slowly spoke.

"Yurina Kurotetsu, give up resisting. With nothing but that scabbard, you can never be my opponent..."

Uncle Kyosuke, dressed in a flashy sequined suit, looked at him calmly. "Even if I only have a scabbard, you still haven't caught me, have you?"

The silver-robed Oracle Envoy frowned slightly. "That's only because your hypnosis and illusions are too sly. It's just a Magatsu Blade..."

"Just?" Uncle Kyosuke laughed. "Don't you have a Magatsu Blade in your hand too? Why not try and see whether you can draw it?"

The silver-robed Oracle Envoy's expression darkened further. He lowered his head to look at Black Rope in his hand, seemingly tempted.

Magatsu Blades and their wielders had always been the Oracle Envoys' sworn enemies. Yet the silver-robed Oracle Envoy had never personally held a Magatsu Blade before. They said only its owner could draw