His very existence had beco a symbol—a symbol that inspired others to forge ahead courageously and never give up.
Yet across from him.
The red gate remained stubbornly shut.
"Ahem, everyone in the audience, please remain calm. Please listen to calmly... So far, the committee has not received any news of the Sword God arriving at the preparation room."
The host's grave tone, even through the microphone, conveyed intense tension.
The entire audience erupted instantly!
Incredulous gasps, furious curses... wave after wave of sound nearly overwheld the comntator's booth.
Among the fifty thousand spectators present, at least forty-nine thousand had co specifically for the Sword God.
His unparalleled charisma and peerless swordsmanship had earned him sky-high popularity. It was said that after his Twitter account was verified, his followers surpassed two million overnight. In just two days, they were approaching ten million. Although this surge was fueled by the Seven Star Sword Art Festival, the Pri Minister's power struggle, and the Alliance's deification campaign, the growth rate remained terrifyingly unprecedented in Twitter's history, leaving countless influencers green with envy.
In this finals match where almost everyone had co for the Sword God, the Sword God himself was absent?
The host had no doubt that the enraged audience would tear the entire venue apart!
"Everyone, please calm down! Calm down! The organizers are actively communicating with the Sword God himself. We will not let this match end without a conclusion! The match will begin whenever the Sword God arrives!"
The host continuously wiped sweat from his face while desperately trying to pacify the audience, barely managing to settle them down.
"Junior Brother still isn't here?"
In the rest area, Touka looked utterly stunned.
Her junior brother was never one to miss important events. Why would he fail to appear today of all days?
"Could sothing have happened?"
Renren Tomaru imdiately grew restless, her face filled with panic.
mories from months ago of being controlled by the Puppeteer surfaced from the depths of her mind, causing her entire body to tremble.
"What could possibly happen to him?"
Utakata Misogi comforted Renren Tomaru while dismissively adding.
"Soone who can even defy causality, whose strength earned him the title of God—how could anything happen to him?"
His current power far exceeded that of ordinary student knights. Even the Alliance headquarters sought to recruit him. There were few in this world who could stop him.
Even if soone had secretly intercepted him, with his god-like speed ability, escaping would be effortless, wouldn't it?
"Then why hasn't he appeared?"
"Even if you ask ..."
Everyone exchanged uneasy glances, their faces equally anxious.
Kanata Totokubara discreetly pulled out her student handbook.
"No reply," she murmured, her delicate brows furrowing.
What could have happened?
What could leave him without even a mont to reply to her ssage?
Kanata Totokubara felt deeply unsettled.
"Could that guy have really encountered an enemy powerful enough to threaten his life?"
Stella clenched her fists, her eyes also filled with concern.
Though they joked and teased, she never wanted to see anything bad happen to Eiji.
Even if it's for Ikki's victory, it's the sa!
"I don't approve of this way of winning!"
"Even if the Sword God doesn't co, we absolutely cannot award the championship to that F-rank!"
In the spectator stands, so more extre fans deliberately shouted loudly, trying to convey their thoughts sowhere.
On the field.
Kurogane Ikki stood silently to the side.
He hadn't blocked his senses - he heard the news that Eiji hadn't co, and he also heard the words from the spectator stands that seed deliberately ant for him.
Although he felt sowhat disappointed that the opponent he had been looking forward to all day hadn't appeared, his spirit and energy remained at their peak.
As for those words from the spectator stands, he completely ignored them.
Even sneered at them.
Because he knew very well.
"Eiji will definitely co!"
He firmly believed this in his heart.
Eiji wasn't the type to be absent from such an important occasion. While pursuing the power of a Magic Swordsman, he wouldn't give up this official match against one.
More importantly, they had already agreed yesterday that they would settle their match today!
So, all he needed to do was wait.
Just wait, and believe.
In a corner of the spectator stands.
On the west side, the knight clad in black armor still stood there, though the movent of his helt suggested he was also puzzled about why the Sword God, whom the Alliance valued so highly, hadn't appeared.
On the east side, the young man in the black trench coat rely stood quietly upon seeing this. Not only did he show no reaction, there wasn't even the slightest fluctuation on his face.
On the south side, Saikyo Nene and Nangou Torajirou, master and disciple, stood together.
"The title of Sword God has already spread,"
Saikyo Nene's face gradually filled with terrifying killing intent, the aura of the Yaksha Princess seeming ready to devour soone.
"It's not impossible that soone ca to cause trouble because they were dissatisfied with his title.""
If she found out which bastard it was, she would definitely twist him into a pretzel!
"Don't be impatient. If it's fortune, it won't be misfortune; if it's misfortune, it can't be avoided."
Nangou Torajirou's expression was solemn.
He was holding his cane, tapping it irregularly on the steps. Just from the rhythmless sound, one could tell his heart wasn't as calm as his words suggested.
But at a certain mont.
He suddenly froze, then laughed heartily.
"He's here!"
As his laughter rang out.
Saikyo Nene also couldn't help but be slightly startled, then her eyes suddenly lit up.
On the field, Kurogane Ikki felt a sudden palpitation in his heart and abruptly looked up at the sky.
A shooting star ca streaking from the horizon!
The golden teor was like an Aurora, approaching from afar, piercing through layers of atmosphere as it entered his field of vision.
Then, as the teor passed over the arena, it abruptly stopped in a way that defied physical laws. A figure lightly jumped down from it, landing in the combat circle.
"Sorry I'm late!"
The person landed in the combat circle just twenty ters away from Kurogane Ikki, a brilliantly bright smile spreading across his face.
"You... are you alright?"
Kurogane Ikki stared at him in astonishnt.
It was impossible not to be shocked.
Because contrary to that radiant smile, Eiji's clothes were torn and tattered, covered with sharp sword marks everywhere. Even his skin was stained with dust, looking quite disheveled.
He had clearly just experienced an intense battle!
As expected, they must have rushed over imdiately after the battle ended!
At the sa ti.
"Hah..."
A silver-haired beauty appeared beside Nangou Torajirou and his companion.
She wearily rubbed her temples, her aura noticeably weakened for so unknown reason.
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