Give as Much as He Wants!

[Swish swish swish swish—clang clang clang—]

On a level stretch of grass outside Noah's main hall.

The Ubuyashiki Sisters, the Kuja Guard, and the others waiting at the edge silently watched the flashing blade light within, where not a single figure could be seen clearly.

The endless clanging accompanied by the howls of blades and cries of swords carried an intense yet crisp, pleasing rhythm.

It seemed the two combatants were not fighting at all, but jointly playing some peculiar melody with their blades.

Inside the field.

Longinus had already transformed into blurry afterimages invisible to ordinary eyes.

The Seven Star Sword in his hand blazed with green light, its eerie green demonic flames sweeping together with countless sword gleams, making it look as though a vast sea of surging green fire were raging across the lawn.

It rather complemented the green space overhead.

At the center.

Imu stood in place, holding his Nichirin Blade, "Xihe."

He casually blocked the roiling sea of ghostly green fire rushing at him from every direction, along with the treacherous blade lights concealed within that sought to ambush him.

Yet every slash he countered with.

Would always startle Longinus, sending a cold sweat down his back, before he gathered his courage again and gritted his teeth to launch an even fiercer offensive.

But whether it was the sharpness of the Seven Star Sword or the bewitching green demonic flames.

Neither could break through the three-meter radius before Imu.

"Relax, Longinus. Make your blade softer. Your current sword paths are too rigid and direct."

"And the sense of separation between you and the Seven Star Sword in your hand is far too strong."

"Feel its emotions with your heart. If you cannot do that, then you will forever be nothing more than a second-rate swordsman."