Hawkeye's eyes narrowed, and Yoru slowly rose in his hand.
Just as Moke charged before him, Yoru came down, while Shusui in Moke's hand swung out as well.
"Clang..."
Moke took a slight step back.
But it was only one step.
"Whoosh..."
Hawkeye drew his blade back before suddenly swinging it out. The force of the strike made even the air tremble as it howled toward Moke.
"Good!"
Moke gripped his sword with both hands and raised Shusui upward, blocking the attack.
However, the immense impact forced Moke back seven or eight meters, his feet gouging two deep tracks into the ground.
Moke slightly raised a brow.
Although his body had already reached the level of a Meito, giving him the qualifications to clash head-on with the powerhouses of this world.
He was still somewhat lacking in strength.
That was his fatal weakness.
After all, he had physically transmigrated here, not merely had his soul transmigrate!
Absorbing Meito could enhance his body's toughness and allow him to withstand tremendous damage. Although it also increased his strength, there was still a gap between him and this world's powerhouses.
Then what could he absorb to raise his strength?
He couldn't exactly replace his body, could he?
Wait...
He couldn't replace his body, but what about his bloodline?
Moke's eyes abruptly lit up. He had found a new direction for developing his ability. As long as this direction proved successful, he would truly be able to contend against the peak powerhouses of this world.
He would not even need to rely on external power such as a Holy Sword.
With a goal in mind, Moke's fighting spirit surged even higher. He stomped both feet and leaped into the air, arriving above Hawkeye.
Gripping his sword with both hands, he slashed down at Hawkeye