"Idle Transfiguration: Instant Spirit Body of Distorted Killing"!
In an instant, Mahito's body began to warp and swell.
Then, in an entirely new form, he stepped out from the writhing mass of flesh.
His entire body was covered in hardened armor, two sharp blades grew from his arms, and a lizard-like tail swayed constantly behind him.
"Kenjaku! Feel the new ability I gained back in Shibuya!"
In his Instant Spirit Body of Distorted Killing form, Mahito's cursed energy underwent a qualitative transformation, while his physical prowess increased dramatically.
The hardened armor covering his body was even tougher than the Blood Meteorite of Blood Manipulation.
"Stubborn fool!"
Kenjaku spoke coldly, expressionless.
Faced with Mahito's sweeping blade, Kenjaku blocked it with nothing but his hand.
The two immediately began a hand-to-hand battle too fast for the naked eye to follow, the shockwaves from their punches stripping away a layer of earth from the surrounding ground.
"Kill you! Kill you! Kill you..."
The more Mahito fought, the more excited he became. His speed kept increasing, as though he would suppress Kenjaku at any moment.
Yet from beginning to end, Kenjaku remained indifferent, as if he were merely watching a brat throw a tantrum.
"Enough!"
He suddenly roared, and overwhelming gravity descended upon Mahito's back like a mountain.
The speed of his punch abruptly stalled, and with a boom, his entire body was crushed into the ground.
Kenjaku looked down at him as though he were an insect. "If not for Idle Transfiguration, something like you would never be worthy of standing before me!"
Mahito trembled all over. He laboriously raised his head, blood spilling from his nose and mouth, yet he still looked at Kenjaku with a vicious grin.
"Oh... is that so..."
Bang!
Mahito suddenly sprang up, smashing his fury-filled fist brutally