With dragon attributes now added to the mix, Ren Kuroda could no longer be described in simple terms.
Strictly speaking, he now possessed three distinct natures within his body—
Human.
Oni.
Dragon.
As for Rias and the others, although they showed a flicker of surprise at Ren's current form, it wasn't exactly shocking anymore.
Ever since they had t him, Ren had revealed one transformation after another. At this point, they were almost getting used to it.
With a powerful beat of the dragon wings on his back, Ren shot forward at blinding speed. His acceleration was so intense that rings of compressed air rippled outward behind him—
Like he had just broken the sound barrier.
Fenrir, the demonic wolf, possessed extrely high intelligence. Though his thods of attack were simple, his instincts were those of a true apex predator.
His wolfish eyes tracked Ren's high-speed movent through the air.
With a casual swipe of his claws—sharp enough to rival his God-Slaying Fangs—Fenrir struck at empty space.
And yet—
Sparks erupted in midair.
"Fūrin Kazan Style—Swift as the Wind: Army-Breaker!"
A crescent-shaped slash of azure energy burst from Kamiyu's blade, cutting across the battlefield like a rising moon—
And that "moon" appeared directly at Fenrir's waist.
What looked like ordinary fur rang out with the clash of steel as the strike connected.
But unlike before—
While Fenrir's fur possessed extraordinary resistance to magic—
Ren's attack this ti was overwhelmingly physical.
A sharp howl of pain echoed as blood sprayed into the air.
Since entering the battle, this was the first ti Fenrir had taken real damage.
Even when facing Odin and Rias's group earlier, he had been worn down—but never actually injured.
A wolf was still a wolf.
And as the saying went—
"Iron head, steel tail… but a fragile waist."
That strike had landed exactly there.
Compared to Jörmungandr, Fenrir's size wasn't absurd—but he was still enormous by any standard, and his body was covered in fur as tough as steel.
Though Ren's slash had wounded him, the cut was shallow—nowhere near enough to hinder his combat ability.
If anything—
It only ignited his ferocity.
Whether human or monster, getting struck in the kidneys was sothing no one could tolerate.
So instead of retreating, Fenrir lunged forward even more viciously, snapping down toward Ren with a savage bite.
His God-Slaying Fangs were even more terrifying than most Longinus-class Sacred Gears—
Ignoring defenses.
Ignoring hierarchy.
Capable of tearing gods and demons apart with ease.
Even Ren had no desire to test them head-on.
He moved to block with Kamiyu—
But—
The blade… wouldn't co free.
It had beco lodged in Fenrir's flesh!
There was no ti to evade.
Unless he abandoned his weapon entirely.
In the blink of an eye, Fenrir's massive jaws lood before him, and within those eyes flickered sothing almost human—
Mockery.
And rage.
Kamiyu had been trapped because Fenrir had used the sheer density of his muscles to clamp down on the blade.
Given Kamiyu's sharpness and Ren's strength, that hold wouldn't last long—
But in a battle of this intensity—
Even a single second could decide everything.
Fenrir didn't need long.
As long as he could land one solid bite—
He was certain he could tear this lesser being apart instantly.
"Holy Sword of Blessing!"
With the gaping maw re inches away, Ren thrust out his free hand and invoked the power of one of the seven Holy Swords.
A shimring, rainbow-hued barrier materialized in front of him.
But—
Even enhanced—
Before Fenrir's God-Slaying Fangs, it was as fragile as a wafer.
Crack.
Shatter.
The barrier broke apart like glass.
And behind it—
A wolf's mouth that hadn't been brushed in thousands of years advanced closer, exuding a foul, suffocating stench.
"Holy Sword of Form!"
Just as those terrifying fangs were about to tear into Ren's shoulder—
Kamiyu transford once more under a burst of white light.
The rigid blade suddenly elongated—
Softening—
Stretching—
Until it beca like a flowing ribbon.
The chain at its end snapped taut as Ren pulled it straight, bracing it directly against Fenrir's God-Slaying Fangs.
The power of the Holy Sword of Form allowed the blade to alter its shape at will.
Though its appearance changed—
Its rank and essence remained the sa.
What Ren held now might look like a ribbon—
But in truth, it was still a weapon on par with Fenrir's fangs.
Using the ribbon-like Kamiyu to hold back the bite, Ren seized the opportunity—
Looping it around one of Fenrir's fangs and binding it tightly.
Then—
Without hesitation—
He pivoted on the spot and unleashed a powerful spinning kick straight into the wolf's lowered head.
With the combined amplification of Half-Demonization, Drunken Oni Physique, and fully awakened Blade Spirit Release—
Ren's physical power had reached a terrifying level.
And this kick—
Was further infused with the might of Monstrous Strength and the Sword of Destruction.
Even if Fenrir's skull was said to be harder than steel—
Under that impact—
His head rang violently.
"BOOM—!!!"
The enormous wolf's head slamd into the ground in a bowing posture, creating a massive crater. Spiderweb-like cracks spread outward across a hundred-ter radius in an instant.
The destructive force of that blow had even caused fractures in Fenrir's skull.
Howling in pain, Fenrir lashed out desperately—
Using the full force of his body to headbutt Ren away.
Kamiyu was finally freed from the wolf's flesh—
But the ribbon-like extension remained wrapped tightly around one of Fenrir's fangs.
Sent flying backward, Ren was abruptly pulled to a halt midair by the tension in the ribbon.
Gripping Kamiyu firmly, he smirked coldly.
"Those God-Slaying Fangs of yours are impressive… but without that perfect set of teeth, you're just a slightly stronger beast."
His gaze sharpened.
"Been a few thousand years since you brushed them, huh? Honestly, they're looking a little worn."
He tightened his grip.
"How about I do you a favor and pull them out—for free?"
Fenrir's intelligence was extrely high—he understood human speech perfectly.
And Ren's words—
Instantly enraged him.
With a furious snarl, Fenrir tried to yank Ren toward him using the ribbon bound to his fang, intending to drag him in and crush him with a single bite.
But—
Sothing was wrong.
Ren was pulling back.
Hard.
And what shocked Fenrir was—
Despite his massive size and overwhelming weight—
He was losing.
His limbs dug into the ground, claws carving deep trenches into the earth—
But his body was still being dragged forward.
The deep gouges trailing behind him told the undeniable truth—
In this contest of strength—
He was at a complete disadvantage.
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