"Stone Dragon Fighter, from Shichuan County. He has won many awards in national kendo competitions. His father is still alive and runs his family dojo. He owns shares of two breweries in Shichuan County."
"After testing, the Sword Genius didn't modify the Rock Dragon Grand Fighter's body inhumanly. Although there was some improvement, the Rock Dragon Grand Fighter's physique is still within the limits of a human. However, based on his current performance, this person's ability to fight head-on is stronger than Misa and Shoubu Takeo."
"These are the damage pictures of the objects that were cut by the Stone Dragon Fighter at different distances. The sword aura can extend up to 52 meters."
"100mm uniform steel plate, concrete, water?
Flame? "
The more he studied, the more exaggerated the things that the Stone Dragon Fighter cut. It had jumped from a physical object to a particle level.
Isn't this too much? Wouldn't the next step be cutting light?
Did he have to cut through the ages with a single slash?
"Cutting off the water, isn't that … the same as Minister Yuriwaku?"
Minister Yuriwaku had once cut off a waterfall that was dozens of meters high in Mugaku District. It was the power of gods and demons.
"Sigh, they might be the same in nature, but there's still a difference in quantity. The Stone Dragon Dipper can't cut through the water that's as large as the Deplaning Ridge, so the Stone Dragon Dipper's swordsmanship is still far from the level of Minister Lily's projection. However, it's quite effective in cutting through flames.
Of course, it was not at the level of Minister Yuriwaku. Although they were both level three swordsmanship, it was Mizuno who was able to cut off the waterfall with one slash.
Even with his current level four swordsmanship, Mizuno could not cut off the waterfall with one slash.
He relied on his acting skills to get by.
The Devil Blade was controlled and it displayed an extremely strong destructive power when it was first controlled. It forcefully raised a normal person to another level of life.
The Anti-Tank Katana was no joke.
"It can even cut bullets?"
"The Stone Dragon Fighter only tested to the level of a semi-automatic rifle. It is estimated that the automatic rifle will not be able to be cut off by swordsmanship."
"This is already strong enough …"
This was indeed powerful enough.
In terms of combat power, it was equivalent to forcefully creating a highly mobile infantry division. Moreover, it was only one person. There was no need for logistics, and it was a superhuman who could sneak into battle!
In a stealthy battle, the Stone Dragon Battle could even play the role of a front army.
Transcendents were the country's alternative nuclear weapons.
The power of the Devil Blade was so terrifying, if he had the ability to create powerful Transcendent beings …
"How's Soaring God's Origin doing?"
"His life is not in danger, but his left eyeball is completely damaged …"
Although Soaring God and the others were losers in the last round, the headquarters didn't give up on them. Those who were able to make it to the last round were all young swordsmen of the Island Nation with outstanding swordsmanship. Perhaps they would be useful in the future. Moreover, the worst-case scenario was — what if the Stone Dragon Battle died?
"This demon saber is harming its owner."
For some reason, the official thought of Luma of the Three Kingdoms.
With the demon blade in hand, how long could he live?
After all, as long as the Demon Blade was still in the hands of the government, the owner was not important. If this one died, they could just find another one. Once it could be mass-produced, everything would become cheaper.
Osaka Prefecture.
"Sister, why isn't Daddy home yet?"
Takeo Makoto's chubby little face scrunched up. Her big eyes were filled with uneasiness, and she had to force herself not to cry.
She hadn't seen her father for a few days. Although she had been separated from her father for a period of time before, her father would return after a few days. This time, it had been almost half a month.
Her mother had passed away, and she had been living with her father since she was young.
The uncles and aunties here, as well as the teachers and children in the kindergarten, all treated her well, but it was still better for her to stay by her father's side.
"Soon, I'll be back soon."
Hirano Eiko patted Takeo Makoto's head. This little guy was beautiful and cute, completely different from Moribe Takeo. She wondered how he gave birth to this little angel.
Hirano Eiko was also slightly anxious. Unlike children, she understood the cruelty of the adult world. Something must have happened to Moribe Takeo.
In fact, the people in Osaka who knew the truth would never treat Hirano Eiko as a teenage high school student. To be able to make up her mind to run from Tokyo to Osaka in such a short period of time, this decisiveness far exceeded many adults. If an ordinary person wanted to make a name for themselves, they could only rely on this kind of gambling method.
No matter how she asked about Takeo's whereabouts, the person in charge would only give ambiguous answers. With Moribe Takeo's silly personality, he must have been used by the government as a weapon.
What supernatural headmaster? To put it bluntly, wasn't he just a weapon for the government?
To give some small benefits, he would have to put his life in danger. Using a carrot to dangle in front of a donkey would have this kind of effect.
The only thing she could be sure of now was that Takeo was still alive, otherwise, the government would have told her long ago.
He mustn't die, this stupid guy.
Whether it was for Makoto or for Hirano herself, she, Hirano Eiko, had yet to enjoy the glory and splendor of wealth.
A thousand-acre mansion, a hundred-meter bed, and countless handsome manservants.
In the special care ward, Moribe Takeo's state was neither good nor bad.
Lying on the bed, his state was a bit scary.
"Drip."
With a nutrient drip, Takeo spent most of his time lying on the bed expressionlessly, but occasionally he would frown and look like he was in pain.
It was like a nightmare.
"Is he still in the same state as before?"
"Yes, from the electroencephalogram, Takeo's state is alternating between shallow and deep sleep, but he still can't be woken up."
"I'm sorry, we tried everything, but …"
"You've done very well. The supernatural state of affairs is not something we can measure with our experience and common sense."
If Takeo didn't wake up, the government's supernatural power was equivalent to cutting off a key part. The Stone Dragon Battle also needed to be observed for a period of time.
Speaking of this Stone Dragon, from his past behavior, he was not a character that was easy to get along with.
He was a wolf in sheep's clothing.
Last time, when Moribe Takeo was seriously injured, he was taken away by Tamamo no Mae. Why didn't they see any trace of Tamamo no Mae this time? The government had been looking forward to meeting her.
"It moved."
"What?"
"Minister Takeo's left hand moved!"
"He is going to wake up?"
…
In a dark space, a red flame, a black-haired figure, and a defeated black-haired figure.
The two of them stood opposite each other like mirrors.
In this world without any directions, the two Takeo stood opposite each other. The giant orange fox was like a stone, not moving, quiet, and strange.
How long did the battle last?
One year?
One day?
One month?
There was no time scale in Moribe Takeo's mind. Time was fake, and space was fake.