Rokuya's wrist shook violently, and he was hurled more than ten meters back through the air, his feet gouging two extremely deep, long furrows into the ground.
The highly compressed Energy Blade also began flickering under the extreme expenditure.
Kokushibo, meanwhile, staggered several steps backward as his arm muscles overloaded and he endured the backlash of the single-target damage boost's sustained penetration. Even the enormous, misshapen sword in his hand spasmed and warped violently.
The small eyes that had just grown along its sides burst outright, spraying several jets of black demon blood!
Silence-deathly silence once again enveloped the mountain forest that had been plowed into a wasteland.
The cold wind slowly dispersed the dust filling the air.
Rokuya leaned on the Energy Blade in his hand, which had begun flickering faintly from overexertion, and drew a deep breath.
He could clearly sense that, although his body was tough enough now, trying to finish off Kokushibo in his second phase out here in the wilderness with nothing but a weightless "plastic sword" was simply a pipe dream.
Not only could he not land a fatal blow, but if they kept fighting, once his eight-minute ultimate ran out, that agonizing, extreme hunger would immediately put him at a disadvantage.
Opposite him, Kokushibo's chest was also heaving without pause. For the first time, his six golden eyes revealed solemnity and profound wariness.
Whether in density, speed, or the explosive force of each slash, he had already pushed his second-phase attacks to this body's limits.
Yet even so, he still could not cut a wound deep enough to expose bone through that white-haired man's shimmering shell!
That absurdly formidable defense had utterly eliminated any possibility of killing Takanashi Rokuno with an explosive burst of brute force in a short time!
Without the Shura