"My Seven-Colored Wing is still there."
In the chaos of the melee, Vishy swung the Barbell Bar and held off the offensive from the side. There just happened to be a gym on the Bottom Layer of the shopping mall, and the twenty-kilogram Barbell Bar was practically the perfect heavy polearm for Vishy. Unfortunately, Vishy was exhausted and wounded.
Even with Ash's Joy Sword providing Sustainability, she could no longer smash enemies' skulls apart the way she had at the start, and could only Focus on defense. But Ash could still clearly sense Vishy's strength—she was only around five foot three, yet wielding a seven-foot-two Barbell Bar barely seemed to strain her. In the thick of a brawl especially, she handled it with effortless skill, using the rebound of the enemies' force to rotate the Barbell Bar. The heavy Barbell Bar was actually as light and nimble in her hands as she was.
Whether it was Ash or Niya, there were always moments in battle when they had no choice but to clash head-on, using their own strength to wear down the enemy's strength.
But Vishy was different. Her fighting was like a machine fully coated in lubricating oil, every gear turning with precision, every bit of force transmitted to its endpoint according to her will without the slightest loss. Even though she did not use any Miracle, she herself was a Miracle.
Among the people Ash knew, perhaps only Tama Hill could compare with her in beauty.
And Spear-Halberd was merely one of Vishy's legendary spells.
Ash had once asked Vishy why she liked using long weapons, and her answer was that she liked things long and big. Honestly, Ash felt that reason might be true; Vishy had not simply been teasing him.
Precisely because her own body was