Under Sara's brush, the Tomahawk missile materialized from nothingness.
The mont it appeared, it shot toward Touka at hypersonic speed!
Instantly, the entire arena erupted.
"Fantasy Mimicry—creating sothing from nothing. Is this her true ability?"
On the field.
The mont the Tomahawk missile appeared, Touka's scalp tingled with alarm.
Her legs wrapped in golden lightning, she retreated at full speed without holding back!
As she retreated, she swung her blade.
A golden arc of lightning shot out, crashing toward the five-ter-long missile in the sky!
"Boom!"
A deafening explosion followed.
A wave of heat accompanied by a shockwave surged in all directions, covering the entire arena in smoke.
Touka rolled on the ground, barely dodging the ensuing storm.
"It's over."
Just as she evaded the missile's aftermath and prepared to regroup,
she was t with Sara's whisper.
Behind the smoke, a familiar figure ca into view.
A tall, well-proportioned figure, black tousled hair, starry bright eyes, and features so perfect even a god would marvel.
In his hand, he held a Device shimring with watery light.
"...Junior?"
All of Touka's movents halted instantly.
"What in the world is going on?! The Sword God suddenly appeared on the field?!"
"Isn't interfering in a match grounds for disqualification?"
"He's from Hagun Academy, right? Why is he standing on Akatsuki Academy's side?"
In an instant, the entire arena erupted in chaos.
Everyone stared at the field in disbelief.
"No, the real Sword God is still in the audience!"
At the comntator's booth, Kaieda snatched the microphone, his wrinkled face now fierce as a tiger's.
The crowd shifted their gaze.
In Hagun Academy's rest area, the real Sword God could indeed be seen.
Then, who was the one on the field—
"To be honest, even I was shocked... That must be the true power of Fantasy Mimicry!"
"Anything she draws with her hand becos real! Even Blazers are no exception—she drew the Sword God, so the Sword God appeared on the field! How terrifying! I've never heard of such an ability in my entire life!"
"You've got to be kidding ?"That's way too cheating!""
The entire audience was swept up in a tidal wave of excitent.
A single stone stirred a thousand waves!
She can turn anything she draws into reality?
Doesn't that an she can have anything she wants?
How can such a terrifying ability exist in this world?
"This person... Hah, I'm sure you're not unfamiliar with him."
Sara hid behind the 'Sword God,' breathing heavily, drenched in fragrant sweat.
Recreating the Sword God had nearly drained all the magic power in her body.
But precisely because of that,
as she looked at the 'Sword God's' back, she felt an imnse sense of reliability.
"..."
Touka bit her lip lightly.
Although she had suspected it earlier, she never expected to actually face her junior here.
No, this junior was just a replica!
He wasn't the real junior at all!
So, she had no need for any psychological barriers—she just had to act without hesitation—
"Go!"
Sara waved her hand.
The 'Sword God' took a step forward.
In an instant.
As if teleporting, he crossed dozens of ters.
Appearing right before Touka.
His strike was silent and seamless.
That was undoubtedly the Sword God's own technique!
In the blink of an eye.
A gleaming silver blade pointed straight at her heart!
Her mind couldn't react at all.
Her body froze in place.
Just one thrust.
Would pierce her heart!
"As expected, she can't win..."
Shinguuji Kurono sighed.
The mont Sara created 'Eiji,' she knew Touka was dood to lose.
It wasn't a matter of psychological barriers at all.
It was a much purer, simpler reason—
The gap in strength was far too great!
Touka's only chance of defeating Sara was to launch a swift assault the mont the match began, taking down Sara before she could even begin drawing.
Touka, of course, understood this, which was why she opened with two consecutive Raikiri strikes.
But unfortunately.
Sara's strength far exceeded her expectations!
She was able to instantly deploy defensive asures, blocking Touka's dual Raikiri.
This proved that Sara's reflexes were exceptionally sharp, no less impressive than Touka's.
"Rescue."
Shinguuji Kurono prepared herself.
As the referee for this match, her primary duty wasn't just issuing commands—it was saving the defeated Blazers.
This wasn't just a request from the committee; it was her own personal demand.
As the 'Sword God' moved, she sprang into action as well.
"Huh?"
But then, she suddenly felt a shock.
Taking a step forward, she sohow coincidentally stepped on a small piece of rubble, causing her foot to twist.
As she adjusted her posture, a fragnt of a missile unexpectedly flew toward her.
At first, she didn't think much of it.
Coincidences like this could happen in reality.
But coincidences kept piling up around her.
By the ti she realized it—
"Crap!"
She hurriedly glanced toward Touka.
That blade was precisely aid at her heart!
—Or so it should have been.
"Boom!"
Suddenly.
A deafening roar, comparable to a missile explosion, erupted.
In an instant, a shockwave swept through the area, causing panicked shouts from the audience.
"Crack-crack-crack!"
The stone tiles, sturdy enough to withstand artillery fire, shattered into countless fragnts, scattering like bullets.
"That is...!"
"Another Sword God!"
On the field.
As the dust settled.
Another Sword God appeared within the arena.
It seed he had executed a downward slash, deflecting the straight thrust aid at Touka, saving her from the blade by a hair's breadth.
"Eh? Another Sword God? Could Sara have created a second one, even at this level?"
"No... look at the audience stands."
In the audience.
Eiji's figure had vanished from the rest area at so point.
"When did he...?"
Even Renren Tomaru was startled.
She hadn't noticed at all when Eiji had left.
"So that ans... that's the real Sword God!"
Countless voices cried out in shock.
He actually barged into the match?
Didn't he know the penalties for interfering without permission?
"What are you thinking?"
Shinguuji Kurono rushed over.
She lowered her voice, glaring at him with an anxious expression.
"During the match, only the referee is allowed on the field besides the competitors! If any other competitor trespasses without permission, they will be disqualified!"
"Junior brother..."
Touka reached out and tugged at Eiji's sleeve, her expression filled with concern.
Defeat was inevitable.
She could accept this outco.
Even if her heart was pierced by the fake Eiji, the chairman would surely save her. There was no need for him to risk disqualification for her sake.
"I intervened precisely because I couldn't stand by and do nothing."
Eiji stated coldly.
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