"That's enough fooling around. I still have a use for your body, Syura."
Lin Feng said, then suddenly exerted force with his feet, flashed behind Syura, and slammed his hands down on Syura's temples.
'Twin peaks piercing the ears'.
The skull is the hardest part of the human body. Even so, Lin Feng had to hold back a lot of force to barely knock Syura unconscious with one blow.
"Actually, killing you wouldn't be so bad, but your skull can't be cracked... I have my own plans."
As Lin Feng spoke, he turned to look at Najenda, who was standing there stunned, completely speechless.
" Lin Feng... is this the man my teammates always talk about...?"
With her eyes wide open, Najenda was utterly bewildered by what she was seeing.
Najenda initially thought Tatsumi had encountered a powerful opponent, but the main reason was Tatsumi's lack of experience.
Najenda once believed that the man Akame spoke of truly possessed the skills of a former captain of an assassination squad, but perhaps Akame had simply been out of action for too long and her skills had become rusty.
Only by seeing it with their own eyes can they truly understand the awe they felt.
This is a crushing defeat of strength that is truly indescribable.
Even if his own Susanoo, in its Magatama Manifestation form, had reached a high level of power, it would still be very difficult for him to compare with this man.
'What kind of Teigu is this...?'
"I've roughly figured out where the others are, so I'll go first."
Najenda wanted to say something to Lin Feng as he left, but felt as if she couldn't say anything at all.
The man before me is an Imperial General who is opposed to ' Night Raid ' in terms of political stance.
"Oh, and remember, whatever you do, don't kill Syura. Tie him up or subdue him, whatever you do, don't let him escape. Can you do that?"
"Certainly..."
Lin Feng glanced at Najenda out of the corner of his eye, smiled faintly, and then turned and left.
Tatsumi, panting heavily, looked at the composed swordsman before him and couldn't help but feel a sense of pressure.
"Kid, I don't want to waste too much time dealing with you, because the real meal I want to enjoy with my ' Kousetsu ' sword today is that ' Demon Sword Murasame '."
Izou spoke, he tied Kousetsu around his waist, assumed the starting stance for Iaijutsu, and walked step by step toward Tatsumi.
Just now, Tatsumi attacked Akame in place of Izou, launching several kicks, but they were all blocked by Izou's blade.
Although Izou was not having an easy time defending himself, Tatsumi was unable to harm him Izou the slightest.
" Tatsumi, how much of the true power of Demon Incursion can you feel now?"
Akame covered her wound and said calmly to Tatsumi.
"If I were to duel this swordsman one-on-one, the outcome would be uncertain. However, if this could unleash your potential, it would be worthwhile even if I were to die in battle."
" Akame, what are you saying! I'm going to..."
"Stop talking, Tatsumi. Don't you feel lighter and more agile than before?"
Just now, Akame looked at Tatsumi. Tatsumi was now possessed by the dragon-type armor ' Demon Incursion ', and his whole body was filled with incomparably powerful fighting spirit.
From the back of that armor, Akame seemed to see Bulat's shadow—
Akame had heard of that soldier who was once known as the "Hundred-Man Slayer" in the Empire. His extraordinary growth rate seemed to be entirely due to this armor.
And Tatsumi might also gain the same power as Bulat in his youth.
Tatsumi listened, looking at his own body. It seemed, perhaps it was just his imagination, that the armor was indeed more flexible than usual.
"Listen, Tatsumi, the longer you fight in your armor, the stronger it will become, so don't recklessly waste your energy... Be sure to evade and conserve your strength..."
With a dull ache in his wounds, Tatsumi paid no heed to the injured Akame, focusing entirely on Izou him.
"You want to stall for time, but my ' Kousetsu ' is a sharp blade."
Izou one stride, drawing three sword shadows that shimmered with light.
Its speed was so fast that by the time it was noticed, only a blur could be seen and the sword itself could not be seen. Tatsumi raised his arms in front of his chest to defend, but Izou, Izo struck his lower abdomen with another horizontal slash.
Every move was calculated, and the sword strikes were extremely fierce and ruthless. Although Tatsumi tried to defend every time, he was always a beat too slow.
"Ouch... So even wearing armor, there's no difference when you get slashed..."
On the surface, the armor that had been slashed showed no damage or scratches, but in reality, Tatsumi's pain and weakness were palpable.
This is because Tatsumi is now a perfect match for the armor, thus able to fully transmit all of the armor's states and reactions.
"It's over."
Laughing, Izou drew his sword, " Kousetsu," and swiftly swung it towards Tatsumi's abdomen with an iaido slash.
"Oh no..."
Akame, standing to the side, knew from Izou's sword-wielding movements that Tatsumi was absolutely unable to withstand that ferocious attack.
Back then, even his 'father' Gozuki was wary of the power of the Japan Iaijutsu. This kind of sword-drawing slash can directly cut an ordinary person in half at the waist. Even with Tatsumi's extraordinary talent, he would inevitably be seriously injured and would not be able to continue his armor form.
" Form Transformation."
"Clang!----"
In an instant, Izou's sword stopped in front of Tatsumi.
"Um?"
Tatsumi stood there, stunned.
If he weren't facing an opponent of Izou's caliber, but rather Dotya or any other member of the ' Wild Hunt ', Tatsumi would likely have been able to put up a great fight. However, all he could do now was stand there dumbfounded.
Sweat beaded on Izou's face, his features contorted in unusual fury, and his triceps bulged as if he were trying to control something.
Only then did Akame see it first----
It was a long, thin blade.
It was entirely black, almost entirely composed of black plasma elements. Its origin was unknown, but it Izou between Izou's ' Kousetsu ' and it was putting up a fierce battle.
Suddenly, a layer of scarlet blood rippled across the black dagger, and the blade became even more powerful. Izou was clear that the enemy was about to be overwhelmed and retreated repeatedly. With a horizontal slash, the enemy deflected the black dagger and stopped its continuous attack.
"Who goes there? State your name. The feel of that knife you wield is truly exquisite."