The fourth Black Flash erupted abruptly. Pitch-black lightning tore through the air as a fist slammed into the old crack in the Soul Liberation Blade. The fracture ran straight through the entire blade, leaving it on the verge of breaking.
Toji's expression grew grave. He counterattacked at close range with all his strength, using a joint lock to seize Qingxiao's right arm in an instant, intending to snap it outright.
Agonizing pain swept through his right arm, its bones about to bend. Qingxiao endured the pain. Rather than force his way out of the lock, he used his trapped position to turn sideways.
Power erupted from his waist and core. He forcibly reversed his position and hooked Toji's shoulder in return, trading injury for injury, risking a broken arm for one precise shoulder strike.
The fifth Black Flash exploded with the shoulder strike. The force of the spatial tremor penetrated Toji's body, bypassing the tough muscles on the surface to strike his internal organs directly.
No wounds were visible on the surface, but his internal organs had already sustained actual damage from the tremors.
He lowered his head to look at his chest, feeling the unending pain inside him. Yet instead of becoming angry, he threw back his head and laughed aloud.
His laughter was full of exhilaration, dispelling all the numbness and emptiness of more than a decade of killing. "What a rush! What an absolute rush!"
The battle continued to intensify, and the divide between the two sides became fully visible: Qingxiao's injuries healed in seconds, keeping his offensive power at its peak as he grew stronger with every exchange.
Toji Fushiguro had no ability to heal himself. His internal and external injuries kept accumulating. Every Black Flash he endured, every clash of fists and feet left lasting