"Die!"
Shinji swung the Kubikiribōchō in a sweeping arc.
The three sand walls that had barely blocked the Blood Blades were instantly cleaved in two and collapsed.
Then, as though he had lost his mind, Shinji hurled the Kubikiribōchō out of his hands.
Feeling the wind pressure and stinging pain coming toward him, Saibote knew that even if he managed to form another sand wall, it would be shattered immediately.
So he simply turned his body to sand, letting the spinning Kubikiribōchō pass straight through him before embedding itself in a mound of sand a short distance behind him.
Saibote's reasoning was simple: turning to sand once would counter his opponent's attack and leave him without a suitable weapon afterward. He couldn't lose.
But how could Shinji fail to anticipate such a simple thought?
This opportunity was precisely why he had abandoned his weapon to force his opponent to turn to sand!
Black Flash!
An iron fist of vengeance, flashing with black sparks, tore through space and slammed into his opponent's chest.
That punch was immensely powerful!
But...
It was useless!
Saibote reached that conclusion instantly and remained in his sand form.
As a result, Shinji's terrifyingly powerful punch struck empty space without inflicting any damage on him.
Just as he had thought...
Had he chosen to become solid again just then, he would certainly have been injured.
Saibote relaxed inwardly.
But at that moment, he suddenly noticed the corners of his opponent's mouth lifting into a victorious smile.
As the capillaries in Shinji's arm burst one after another, sprays of blood infused with tremendous cursed energy could no longer be contained and shot out.
"Blood Manipulation: Circular Slash Spiral!"
Rip, rip...!
Countless minuscule Blood Blades spun and gathered around Shinji's right arm, which was pressed against Saibote's chest, forming