Shiryu swung his blade backhandedly, a streak of black light flashing out as it stabbed toward Smoky's head. He was already exhausted, but facing such an evenly matched opponent had stirred his fighting spirit to the extreme, completely suppressing his fatigue.
"Pfft!"
Unexpectedly, Smoky merely turned aside rather than knocking the strike away. Shiryu's blade plunged straight into her chest.
"!?" Shiryu was taken aback, but Smoky had already thrust her sword toward his heart.
Trading wound for wound, blood for blood?!
Smoky's sudden desperate attack shocked Shiryu. His blade was still lodged in her chest, and it was already too late to pull it out and block her sword.
In that critical moment, Shiryu quickly stretched out his left hand and forcefully pressed it down against Smoky's sword.
"Pfft!"
Smoky's sword, originally aimed at Shiryu's heart, pierced through his left hand. Shiryu forcibly dragged it aside, changing the sword's trajectory, and it stabbed into his abdomen.
In an instant, both of them had dealt fatal injuries to each other.
"Hahaha!" Shiryu spat out a mouthful of blood, yet laughed in exhilaration. "You've got guts! I like it!"
Smoky was also spraying blood from her mouth, a trace of regret appearing in her eyes. In order to break away and support Charlotte Linlin, she had risked herself and used this method in pursuit of a killing blow.
But the result had not gone as she wished. The situation had not become one dead and one injured as she had foreseen, but mutual destruction instead.
Smoky struggled to turn her gaze toward Charlotte Linlin, her heart filled with desolation.
The overall situation was decided!
Was there really no way left? That was the only thought remaining in Smoky's mind. The pain in her chest was gradually fading, blood constantly gushing out