The two grimoires flipped rapidly in midair with a rustling flutter.
As magic power surged, even the surrounding air began to hum.
However.
No one had expected that Yami Kaito, who always looked half-asleep, lazy, dispirited, and constantly like he wanted to go squat on the toilet...
At the moment the battle truly began...
Would display a seasoned ruthlessness and decisiveness utterly at odds with his appearance.
He knew all too well how troublesome Yuno, this "Wizard King," would become once he fully unleashed his magic.
So the best option was to seize the initiative and press him every step of the way.
To deny the other side any chance to calmly cast his spells.
"Quit posing over there, you Golden Dawn brat!"
Yami clenched a cigarette between his teeth, his half-lidded dead-fish eyes turning sharp.
His left thumb shoved hard against the sword guard.
His right hand gripped the hilt at a speed impossible for the naked eye to catch.
And he drew with ferocious force.
"Dark Magic. Dark Cloaked Blackout Slash!"
[Clang—]
Accompanied by a crisp, deadly ring of steel...
The muscles in Yami's arm bulged, and a pitch-black, crescent-shaped wave of sword energy, screaming as though it could tear the void apart, was brutally slashed out from the Samurai sword in his hand.
It was frighteningly fast, like a black god of death flying low over the ground.
In the blink of an eye, it crossed the fifty meters between them.
Closing in on Yuno, who hovered in midair.
It rapidly enlarged in those cold amber eyes.
Among the hundreds of thousands of spectators present, there was no shortage of powerful experts.
Many people saw through the nature of the attack at a glance.
"It's a Flying Slash!"
"Not just sword energy!"
"Look at its color, and