Dragon Rider

Sullivan clashed with Tsuna's Forest Blade repeatedly, but Sullivan gained absolutely no advantage.

The Thorn Colosseum restricted her flight maneuverability, Tsuna's weapon could extend and retract without limit, putting Sullivan on the defensive for a time.

Not only that, she suddenly noticed that her military knife seemed to have many more scratches on it. Could it be that Sawada Tsunayoshi's weapon, which he conjured with magic, was actually sharper than her military knife?

Seeing Sullivan's surprised eyes, Tsuna smiled and said, "If I don't add some magic to your sword, it'll probably break right here."

The Forest Flame's characteristic is sharpness, and when combined with Soul Cutter, the Forest Blade reaches a level where it can cut through anything without any wear or tear.

This was even with Tsuna deliberately holding back; if he were to go all out, he could definitely cut Sullivan's saber in two strikes.

Sullivan did not back down despite the wear and tear on his weapons; instead, he flapped his wings and launched a top-down charge towards Tsuna.

Tsuna, of course, swung his sword again, but Sullivan straightened his arm, maintaining a thrusting motion, and before colliding with the edge of the Forest Blade, shouted, "Dragon Armor!"

Fine scales instantly spread from Sullivan's palm to the saber, transforming the white blade into a black razor.

The black saber clashed with the Forest Blade, sparking fiercely, yet the saber, imbued with magic by Sullivan, showed no signs of damage whatsoever.

Relying on the resilience of his Black Blade, Sullivan charged straight at Tsuna, and the two engaged in a close-quarters battle of Zanjutsu.

"That's amazing! Is this form you're in what Uncle Little Billy was talking about— the Dragon Rider?"

When Sullivan changed his saber, Tsuna clearly sensed the aura of a Hollow. Hollows are also known as dragons in the West. Combined with the non-human shapes on Sullivan's body, this was very likely a combination of a human and a dragon.

"I'll tell you when you lose!"

Sullivan remained indifferent, her saber attacks growing increasingly fierce. She truly wanted to take down Tsuna; victory in battle was her unwavering commitment as the combat captain.

Tsuna's smile widened. He was very curious about whether the so-called Dragon Rider were fused humans and Hollows, or Quincy and Hollows.

After all, according to the equation, dragons can be equated with Hollows, and Magicians can be roughly equated with Quincy. Sullivan uses magic, so he should be more inclined towards Quincy, right?

Then comes the interesting part. As we all know, to Quincy, everything Hollow is poison. So how can Magicians contain the power of Hollows? Can it really be explained by talent alone?

Sullivan's attacks were very tricky, but Tsuna's Forest Blade was even more bizarre. It could hardly be considered a knife. No matter what angle Sullivan attacked from, it was always blocked by a thin leaf blade that seemed to be coming from nowhere.

The blade could even split, launching attacks on Sullivan during defensive gaps. Just as his empty left hand was about to be stabbed by the strange blade, Sullivan hurriedly shouted "Dragon Armor!"

A burst of blinding sparks erupted, and this time Sullivan's left hand transformed into the shape of Dragon Claws.

The series of changes on Tsuna's side forced Chad to point one of his cameras at Sullivan, intending to capture Sullivan's abilities clearly.

"Captain Sullivan uses the magic of Dragon Armor, a kind of magic that combines with his own Dragon Flame to make his body infinitely similar to that of a dragon."

Hearing Little Billy's explanation, Chad glanced at him in surprise, while Little Billy laughed nonchalantly, "It's nothing, it's all information that can be made public. Wouldn't it be clearer and more understandable to just transcribe my dictation?"

Chad nodded. "Thank you for your help."

"Those who can use Dragonclad Magic are extremely rare, requiring them to have a very high affinity with dragons. Not all members of the Tactical Squad Dragon Rider, but every Dragon Rider is a member of the Tactical Squad."

"Because those Dragon Rider have a more unique advantage in combat compared to other teams."

"The human body is fragile, even for us Magicians. The vast majority of Magicians can only defend against attacks by constructing magical shields."

"But Dragon Rider are different. Because of their union with dragons, their bodies are exceptionally powerful. That's why Captain Sullivan was able to forcefully attack Sawada-sensei just now."

"Judging the strength of Dragon Rider is quite simple; just look at the degree to which their bodies have become dragon-like. Some say that Captain Sullivan was able to reach a complete dragon-like state, but I haven't actually seen it myself."

At this point, Little Billy lit another cigarette, using the smoke to obscure his melancholy face.

"Complete dragonification? Turning into a dragon?" Chad asked.

Little Billy choked a bit. "Of course not, then they'd become targets for elimination! At least their faces and brains are still human, as long as they don't cross that line..."

Little Billy didn't say much, and Chad didn't delve into it either. If they took this information back, it would be enough for Urahara and Kyōraku, those two old foxes, to analyze a whole bunch of things.

"What about that? The captain with the jar." Chad quickly pointed the camera of his other phone at Uryū, trying to get as much information as possible while Little Billy was willing to talk.

Bruno, riding his flying dragon, shook the sprayer and sprayed red patterns onto the dragon's wings. A black, wolf-like monster leaped out of the pattern, its fangs bared, and pounced on the Uryū.

"Liberation code 0575, unlocked! Come, Gluttony Shadow!"

Faced with the oncoming beast, Uryū, as usual, sprayed his face with a Hirenkyaku, only to find that the beast opened its mouth wide and swallowed all of his arrows in one gulp.

"Thanks for your magic! Tear him apart, Gluttony Shadow!" Bruno grinned smugly, fulfilling his duties as a Pokémon trainer.

"Ordinary Spirit Bow and Arrows are ineffective? If that's the case..." Uryū put away Ginrei Kojaku, and a huge, radiant Quincy Cross appeared in the center of the arena. Uryū's body underwent a certain change.

The first thing that catches the eye is a pair of sharp, soaring blue wings. Then there are light blue V-shaped badges resembling arrow tail feathers on Uryū's wrists, ankles, and left chest.

Beneath his wings, several V-shaped feathers fluttered around his body; this was Uryū's Vollständig form.

After activating the Vollständig, Uryū's attack methods are no longer limited to arrows. V-shaped feathers fly out from under its wings, connecting and piecing together to form a prison that confines Bruno's Gluttony Shadow within.

"Tch! Again!" Seeing the Gluttony Shadow struggling to break free, Bruno was naturally unconvinced and picked up the graffiti jar to draw strange patterns on the dragon's body again.

"That's the ability of the Magic Formation Team," Little Billy said, glancing at Bruno. "Just like the name suggests, the members of this team can unleash any power they desire from a magic circle."

"All members of the Magic Formation Team are skilled in drawing, but there are no restrictions on the style of drawing. Sketching, oil painting, or even applying paint are all acceptable, as long as a magic circle can be drawn."

"Captain Bruno is one of London's most famous new generation graffiti artists; a large part of his magical expressions are related to graffiti."

"The members of the Magic Formation Team usually seal the magic they research into their own magic arrays, and then summon it when they need to fight."

"Strictly speaking, they can't be considered combatants; they're more like researchers and summoners of magic. For example, the basic magic commonly used in London today was summarized and compiled by the first captain of the Magic Formation Team."

"The Hirenkyaku you taught Noelle was also the result of their work in compiling and interpreting the magic."

At this point, Little Billy fell silent. Compared to the Tactical Squad, he didn't know much about the Magic Formation Team either; it was all superficial knowledge.

Chad, understanding the unspoken message, pointed the camera at Ichigo, asking, "Where's the last one? The Joka Squad?"

"The Joka Squad? They don't directly participate in combat either, but they can cause a lot of trouble and are very difficult to deal with." A bad memory flashed through Little Billy's mind.

Ichigo's brows were furrowed in disbelief. He couldn't understand why the black man named Roy, who was clearly fighting, wasn't looking at him at all. Instead, he was busy flipping through the tattered book in front of him, muttering things I couldn't understand, like confessions or faith. Ichigo was completely confused.

"Enough! Uncle, if you don't want to fight, we can rest." Ichigo couldn't help but shout, feeling his head throbbing.

"Young man, your heart is full of doubts, let me dispel your confusion!"

Roy let the book float in front of him, his arms outstretched at a 45-degree angle, his whole demeanor exuding fervor, his eyes shining brightly.

Ichigo didn't even know where to begin complaining. How could he not be confused? His opponent was doing some incomprehensible things right from the start, and he couldn't very well attack before his opponent was prepared. Ichigo could still distinguish between a battle and a friendly spar.

Now that the black man had responded, Ichigo didn't bother to argue anymore, so he drew his bow and shot an arrow at Roy.

Ichigo didn't aim the arrow at Roy; instead, he shot it past Roy, which was considered a way of signaling his presence.

Roy smiled slightly, then let out a high-pitched voice and sang a poem full of emotion.

As he uttered the words, materialized characters floated out from the book in front of Roy, rhythmically drifting towards Ichigo.

Ichigo was even more confused. Adhering to the fighting principle of preventing the enemy from making a smooth move, he rapidly fired arrows at the characters.

However, all the red Spirit Bow and Arrows passed right through the characters, as if they didn't exist. Yet, the eyes clearly saw the shape of the characters, and the Reishi's perception was correct. What exactly was that?

Watching Ichigo's battle, Little Billy said to Chad, "The Joka Squad's fighting style is to constantly chant incantations, using beautiful, poetic sounds to defeat the enemy without them even realizing it."

"Those words are not actually physical entities, but rather the manifestation of the Joka Squad's voices. Physical arrows cannot directly break through their incantations."

"Sound? Just plug your ears," Chad retorted.

"It's not that simple. As long as you exist in this world, the Joka Squad has a way to send their poetry into your body. It doesn't matter if it's through your eyes, nose, or skin. They will unconsciously pull their opponents into their emotions and create a resonance with them."

"It's fair to say that, as an opponent of the Joka Squad, from the moment your emotions are stirred up, you've already fallen into their trap!"