The corner of Fujitora's mouth twitched slightly.
"Anti-Gravity."
The direction of gravity beneath his feet instantly reversed completely, and his body floated upward, precisely avoiding the stone tentacles shooting out of the ground. At the same time, he flicked his blade's tip upward. A vertical gravity wave soared into the sky, pierced straight into the center of the air vortex overhead, and exploded high above, blasting the entire vortex to pieces.
But just as Fujitora steadied himself, Ziyue Palace appeared above his head. This woman's timing was extraordinarily precise. She had calculated that Fujitora would need a moment to catch his breath after breaking the combined assault from above and below, and used her distortion field's acceleration to seize the highest position first.
A cruel smile played across her face as she gripped her rapier with both hands and raised it high overhead. Distortion power surged wildly over the blade as though tangible, forming a visible layer of distortion around its edge that continually tore space apart, making the blade look as though it had been pieced together from countless shards of mirror.
"Distorted Fate-Sky-Cleaving."
Sword light erupted on Fujitora's left.
Its trajectory was bizarre in the extreme. Ordinary slashes traveled in straight lines or arcs, but as Ziyue Palace swung her sword, the space around its edge constantly twisted and folded, making its point of impact utterly unpredictable. What appeared to be a thrust from the front could land behind him. What appeared to be a horizontal slash turned into a diagonal thrust.
This was the unique sword style born of integrating the Twist-Twist Fruit into her swordsmanship system-with no fixed trajectory, every strike's path was randomly distorted more than a dozen times after the sword was swung.
Fujitora did not try to predict it. Against swordsmanship like this,