Late at night.
The residents living east of A-City.
Were fleeing to other districts in panic.
This caused no small amount of trouble for the military police and the heroes led by the Blizzard Group, who were still battling the robot army.
Because the scope of Garou and Issho's battle had already spread into the city.
Across the vast, shattered land.
Dark crimson afterimages and ghostly purple meteors clashed with earth-shaking force.
At times, they soared into the sky, fists and kicks flying as blade light filled the moonlit night.
Issho no longer released his gravity over a wide area.
Instead, he concentrated all of it on his blade, fully unleashing the swordsmanship of a Great Swordsman.
Whenever one of his slashes missed, it carved a terrifying, bottomless rift stretching dozens of kilometers across A-City.
Even so.
He still found it difficult to suppress the monsterized Garou, who had pushed his martial arts advantage to the limit.
Those unimaginable bursts of skill, ever-changing methods of exerting force, and agile combat movements.
Were nothing like Sea Star Physical Arts, which had always favored direct, overwhelmingly powerful strikes.
Having gathered the essence of countless fighting styles into one body, Garou truly showed Issho the overwhelming strength of martial arts.
Of course.
Issho was still able to match him evenly and confront him head-on.
He had trained his Armament Haki for many years.
He had mastered techniques such as Coating, Hardening, Emission, and Ryou.
His Observation Haki could already foresee the immediate future.
His Press-Press Fruit ability had awakened long ago.
And under Garou's pressure, his Swordsmanship had advanced even further, reaching the ninth stage.
They were truly evenly matched—an iconic battle between a martial artist and a swordsman.
Precisely because of this, Issho could no longer spare attention for anything else. He