Beneath the sky.
Dead silence reigned.
Everyone held their breath, watching the duel that was about to begin.
The expression on Constantine's face slowly settled into calm.
"I understand."
He said no more.
Hum-
At that moment.
His aura changed.
That terrifying, concentrated fighting spirit was like the descent of the Death God.
The looks in Colossus's and Silver Fantasy's eyes changed as well. As the two who knew the truth, they immediately realized that the captain had no intention of holding back. He would face this battle with everything he had.
Sir Awen noticed the change in their gazes, and his look toward the Black-Robed Figures became incredulous.
Could it be...
And in that very instant.
The battle erupted!
Whoosh-
The Black-Robed Figures attacked first. No one even saw how he made his move before his body became a blur, appearing instantly before Captain Constantine.
Clang-
Blades collided, countless sparks shrieking.
The Black-Robed Figures' saber slashed down, only to be blocked by Constantine.
For the first time, everyone saw his true weapon. It was a rapier, a slender, long sword like those used for ceremonial purposes in ancient courts. Its blade clashed thunderously with the saber's light, erupting in dazzling divine radiance.
The battle had begun!
And, unusually.
Neither of them used laws at the outset.
Instead, like participants in an ancient dueling ritual, they engaged in the most primal clash of cold steel.
Clatter-
Constantine's expression remained calm, his black hair draped over his shoulders. With one hand behind his back and the other holding the long blade, he flicked its length like a snake, knocking Lynn's saber aside before unleashing a flurry of thrusts toward his face.
Lynn flipped through the air, his long saber snapping up to block several times.
He abruptly landed.
The long saber