"Jeez... this really is taking a blade for your bros!! But why does the ultimate move of the weapon class have to involve stabbing yourself? Who even made that rule? That's way too twisted!"
Watching the glowing Miyamoto Masao, the Wood Clone could not help mocking him inwardly.
The transformation class's ultimate moves were like the mythical ability to assume a colossal form. Though their power was worlds apart, they at least looked somewhat impressive.
The nature class was even comparable to a domain, utterly brimming with grandeur. But the weapon class just looked so awkward—like everyone was a self-harming maniac.
By then, Miyamoto Masao had finished preparing. The light around his body contracted inward, and Miyamoto Masao, clad in light armor, reappeared before the Wood Clone.
"Lin Yu, be careful!"
The Wood Clone said nothing and merely beckoned at Miyamoto Masao.
Miyamoto Masao took a deep breath, his gaze gradually sharpening. A faint glow lit up his twin blades once more, while arcs of electricity curled around his body. Then, at a speed far surpassing everyone else's, he charged straight at Lin Yu.
"Wild Thunderfall!"
With a soft shout, the lightning-wreathed thunder blade in Miyamoto Masao's right hand flashed. Accompanied by a rumble, it tore through the air and came crashing down at Lin Yu.
"Armament."
Facing the blade rapidly slashing toward him, the Wood Clone raised his right hand slightly. Jet-black Armament Haki instantly covered his entire body.
Boom.
A violent roar rang out. Under Miyamoto Masao's horrified gaze, the Wood Clone blocked the heavy strike with one hand alone. The lightning bombarding the Wood Clone was entirely kept outside by the Armament Haki.
"Wind Howl!"
Miyamoto Masao quickly steadied himself. Staring solemnly at the Wood Clone, he flipped through the air, and a wind blade, shrieking as