Identity Exposed, Blackmailing the King of the World!

"Criminal!"

Shamrock roared, his voice twisted with fury.

"Have you cast aside even a swordsman's honor?!"

Under normal circumstances, when two swordsmen competed in swordsmanship, they would never use physical attacks. It was an unspoken understanding, a tradition, etiquette between swordsmen. That kick had completely violated every rule.

Dawn hovered in the air, tilting his head as an undisguised mocking smile spread across his face.

"A swordsman's honor? How much is that worth? I'm not even a pure swordsman. Besides, you said it yourself—I'm a criminal. Have you ever seen a criminal with noble morals and upright character?"

The instant he finished speaking, he swung his blade at Shamrock from afar, and purple-black airwaves burst from the edge.

Shamrock sheathed his Rapier with lightning speed. His left hand gripped the hilt as he lowered himself slightly and leaned his center of gravity forward.

"[Condemnation]"

The instant the Rapier left its sheath again, a crimson line as thin as a strand of hair slashed diagonally upward, meeting the purple-black airwave.

The airwave was split down the middle, divided into two as it swept past either side of Shamrock, obliterating the two buildings behind him. Yet after cutting through the airwave, that thin crimson line continued toward Dawn without losing momentum, slicing through the Abyssal Prison Garb and drawing several droplets of blood.

Dawn lowered his head and looked at his shoulder. A shallow wound, three inches long and half a centimeter deep, lay there. He raised his head to look at Shamrock, an exaggerated expression of surprise appearing on his face.

"Oh? You actually managed to hurt me? Is this the result of your training all this time? Not bad. Try a little harder, and maybe you'll be able to kill me."

"But I'm more curious—how did you practice iaido with