The blades collided with a crisp clang, scattering tiny sparks.
Okkotsu turned his wrist and changed his move, slashing diagonally upward at his opponent's neck with Cursed Energy coating the blade.
Hayakawa's pen tip followed the blade, its path precisely matching the curve of its edge.
Another page turned in the sketchbook.
An identical diagonal slash of wind rose out of thin air, forcibly blocking Okkotsu's strike.
Okkotsu drew his hand back and retreated half a step, rapidly calculating.
There's no doubt about it. It's Replay.
Qingxiao is still busy with the other barriers. I came out here to take care of everything. I can't go back and cause him more trouble.
More importantly, this man even intended to silence an unarmed child. With a technique like this in his hands, more people would only die.
Okkotsu's gaze darkened.
This man has to die.
Cursed Energy exploded along the ground, sending small shock waves straight at Hayakawa's legs.
At the same time, he closed in, bringing his long blade down from above at Hayakawa's head. Cursed Speech and swordplay attacked high and low together.
Two lines of attack.
Hayakawa's pen tip raced, and a vertical blade of Cursed Energy rose from thin air, meeting his sword head-on.
Boom-
The two shock waves collided, sending dust flying.
The sword and the cursed blade locked tightly together, sparks spraying everywhere.
Exactly the same again.
Hayakawa felt a little irritated.
Cursed Speech Users like this are the worst!
And this guy's stats are so high, too.
"You dare hurt Yuta?! I'll tear you apart!"
Rika's second roar erupted immediately afterward.
She raised her hand and struck with her claws, carrying the savage pressure of a Special Grade Cursed Spirit in an attack of pure destruction.
Hayakawa's gaze sharpened.
*A Special Grade Cursed Spirit's