As soon as he finished speaking, Nobumura charged straight at Ryōken.
Whoosh!
Nobumura's weapon was a serrated greatsword, its cold gleam intimidating to behold. He rushed before Ryōken and viciously swept his sword at him, as though intending to cleave Ryōken in two with a single strike.
Yet in the face of Nobumura's imposing attack, Ryōken remained standing still as if lost in thought. He neither rushed forward to meet it nor retreated to evade it. He merely lightly gripped the hilt of Starry Night with one hand.
There was no warning.
In an instant, everyone's vision blurred. A longsword glimmering with specks of starlight suddenly appeared in Ryōken's hand. It lightly traced through the air and collided with Nobumura's serrated blade.
Ryōken held the sword in one hand. Apart from the arm that swung it, his feet did not move a single step. He stood firmly upon the platform, his casual swing seeming so light that it appeared to contain no force at all.
Only a faint cyan glow flickered across the blade.
Clang!
The left-to-right strike drew a perfect semicircle. Even when it met Nobumura's serrated greatsword midway, it passed straight through as though the blade were insubstantial.
"Clang!"
Accompanied by a crisp sword cry that sounded almost mournful, half of the serrated blade suddenly shot into the air. It traced an arc through the sky before falling to the ground with a clatter.
Nobumura's greatsword had actually been severed by a single slash.
It was a blade far thicker and wider than an ordinary katana.
Other than the sound of the broken blade hitting the ground, the entire venue was silent.
Ryōken glanced at the broken katana, expressionless.
Limitless Sword Aura combined with the sharpness of Starry Night was simply bullying.
By then, Nobumura was completely dumbfounded.