Unlike the highly aggressive flames of the Sword of Revolving Victory, Pindo released the magical energy he had stored earlier—Longinus's magical energy—almost all at once.
Light exploded across the ground, shattering everything around it and blocking part of the flame-like radiance as well.
With his last trace of magical energy, Pindo forcibly suppressed the pain in his Saint Graph, symbolically retreating a step.
His expression grew slightly solemn.
If nothing unexpected happened, the next strike would be his final one in this duel.
Success or failure would be decided in this one move.
Gawain raised his sword and took two heavy breaths.
At night, his endurance was worlds apart from what it was during the day. Whether it was magical energy or physical stamina, he had already expended quite a lot.
If a battle of such intensity could continue for a long time, that would be what was unreasonable.
He should still be able to fight for a while longer. As for Pindo, that guy should be nearly at the end of his rope, right?
Wait.
Where was Pindo?
Pindo had completely vanished from Gawain's senses.
But before Gawain could think any further, he felt an intense sense of danger.
"Yaaaaaah—"
A bolt of lightning appeared in his field of vision.
It was not that the magical energy was especially powerful, but—
It was too fast!
His Saint Graph was still in the exhausted state of having just unleashed a Noble Phantasm—he couldn't dodge!
Gawain could only raise his sword, trying to block the rapidly charging Pindo.
Bzz—
Whoosh—
BOOM!!!!!!
Pindo raised his sword high and brought it smashing down toward Gawain.
A tremendous sound erupted, and the clash of magical energy against magical energy kicked up a violent gust.
Both Gawain and Pindo gritted their teeth. They both knew