By the time he caught sight of her movements again, Rayfeld was already in front of her.
The four blades in his hands slashed rapidly at impossible angles, leaving ripples in the air.
So fast!
So strange.
Just as Artoria was about to act, Rayfeld's offensive underwent a subtle change.
One slash followed another, each more powerful than the last.
Every strike looked utterly ordinary.
Yet they flowed like spilled mercury, leaving no openings whatsoever.
At that moment.
Artoria finally sensed a faint trace of danger.
Even so.
Artoria still relied on her magical detection and extensive combat experience.
Darting left and right.
She evaded Rayfeld's slashing blades with effortless grace.
"It seems I really did underestimate you."
Artoria kept dodging, lightly catching the incoming blades with her Invisible Sword.
Although she remained unhurt.
Artoria was forced back step by step, and she could not help feeling impressed.
She had to admit.
Compared with Schreik, who relied more on brute strength.
Reyfeld's focus on technique made him someone she took more seriously.
Hum!
Invisible Air instantly dispersed.
The gleaming sword revealed its true form.
Faced with Rayfeld's relentless advance, Artoria finally began to take the fight seriously.
Bang!
The ground beneath her feet collapsed. With just one swing of her sword, she unleashed several slashes that swept toward Rayfeld.
"So that's what her sword really looks like?"
Staring intently at the Noble Phantasm and its formidable aura, Rayfeld's pupils contracted sharply.
He could naturally tell.
This weapon was no ordinary piece of equipment.
But the thought only flashed through his mind.
His blade work changed, all his slashes seeming to converge as he blocked the incoming strikes almost instinctively.
Boom!
With a thunderous roar.
The terrifying force sent Rayfeld flying backward.
"Kill!"
Even as he was thrown back, Rayfeld twisted