National War: The Magician's Final Performance

Unlike the sci-fi spectacle at Tower Bridge, where the Technologists' mechanical legions and extraordinary armor unleashed their full firepower amid artillery blasts and beams of light,

or the blazing, utterly unfeigned sparks between sword edges as the Sleepless Zero Knights and mythic prototypes clashed head-on one-on-one in Hyde Park,

the battlefield at the Houses of Parliament appeared, on the surface, to consist of two figures standing in place without taking a single step.

Yet their abilities were engaged in a subtle contest within silent, invisible rules,

mysterious and concealed.

Compared to C-Ranks who had only just acquired powers beyond reality, the ever-changing combat styles of the Night Battle world were displayed to the fullest in battles between B-rank Participants, each of whom had developed their abilities in different ways!

As though a desperate strike hidden beyond another world, beyond the reach of sight, had pierced through its body,

the Palace of Westminster had already been sliced into pieces like vegetables.

In an instant, a slanting sword mark appeared out of thin air across the tower, and the top of the Elizabeth Tower clock tower slid off, as if tolling a silent death knell.

Hearing the tremendous crash of the Top of the Tower falling, Le Guien glanced at the smooth cross-section that should never have appeared on such a massive building,

then slowly turned her azure eyes toward the figure gradually emerging before her amid the neatly sliced rubble scattered across the ground.

Beneath a Western magician's attire of a long black suit and top hat, he held a He Huang Ancient Sword wrapped in a dragon motif and carved with a sparrow-headed hilt!

—The Great Xia Dragon Sparrow!

"I have seen that sword before."

"A long time ago, when I accompanied His Excellency to Huaxia to visit the Night