Was this the successor to the godly sword that he had been longing for?
Flying Kamihara's frail appearance made everyone suspicious. He was obviously a university student who had just graduated from high school, and he looked even worse than Moribe Takeo.
How could someone like him possibly shoulder the responsibility of inheriting the Demon Sword?
However, one couldn't judge a book by its cover. Supernatural abilities were something unimaginable.
Even a high school student would be able to destroy an aircraft carrier group from eight hundred kilometers away with a single finger, let alone a university student.
Times were changing, and those who couldn't keep up with the supernatural were destined to be abandoned.
Flying Kamihara's mental state was considered to be extremely stable according to the surveyor's report. He behaved normally in front of everyone, and his shyness was his camouflage.
Underneath this camouflage was an absolutely cold heart. After all, not everyone had the ability to borrow money after gambling outside, and then run back home to scam the local bank …
The elderly priest holding the wooden box nodded at Flying Kamihara. They had rehearsed this action dozens of times.
"There are so many unimaginable things happening in the world today …"
"Flying Kamihara, are you prepared to inherit this godly sword to protect your country and face the world?"
A young Emirican official almost couldn't help but stand up and shout, "Aye aye captain!
(Yes, captain!) "
"Yes!"
Flying Kamihara's unswerving temperament, which had been tempered hundreds of times in the gambling industry, exploded forth from him. His single "Yes, sir."
His Sword Dao and personality were like gambling. They were unpredictable and unpredictable, and he could catch people off guard. As long as the situation required it, he could change from a shy university student to a cold swordsman at will.
At this moment, he felt as if he had really returned to the moment when he received the Demon Sword's inheritance. He wholeheartedly believed that the sword in the wooden box was the real Demon Sword.
Everyone in the world held their breaths.
There were seven billion people in the world, and a conservative estimate would be that one-sixth of the world's population was watching this. Even the Olympics wouldn't be able to attract so many people.
Not everyone liked to exercise. For some people, going out to exercise was just another place to play games. However, everyone was curious about supernatural abilities that surpassed humans.
"Then, this godly sword that has been preserved here for thousands of years shall be in your hands.
"Divine Origin Flight, go and obtain its recognition!"
It was such a childish remark, but it was very suitable for this occasion. The audience in front of the TV were all fired up.
The heir of a certain dojo in Tokyo was flushed with excitement as he watched. He wished that he could be that Soaring Kamihara, or that he could be the Divine Blade lying in the wooden box.
It was less than two seconds, but it felt like two lifetimes.
Soaring Kamihara devoutly opened the lid of the wooden box.
There was no blinding multicolored light, nor was there any flying sword that soared into the sky. There was only a simple and unadorned saber lying quietly in the wooden box. At most, there was only a layer of brocade under the saber.
Any sword sold on the market would not be so shabby.
There was nothing special about it.
But.
The Great Dao is hidden in the clumsiness!
Such a simple and unadorned saber was the real divine saber!
This was in line with everyone's thoughts!
Seeing that no one had any objections to the blade, Four Isles had a smile on his lips.
He was the one who came up with this simple imitation sword. He stood his ground against everyone's objections and rejected all the other fancy suggestions in favor of this.
Modern people had a strange sense of beauty. Perhaps it was because they had had enough of the colorful neon lights that modern people's sense of beauty had turned to simplicity. This "simplicity" was so simple that it was morbid. For example, many of the ancient Greek and Roman stone statues that had been unearthed underground had actually all been colored in the past. This could be analyzed from the traces of paint left behind in the past.
However, for the sake of modern people's sense of beauty, aestheticians had abandoned the agritourism, forcefully twisting the ancients' sense of beauty into a modern style.
Wishful thinking that the statues of the ancients should be simple and colorless, solemn and respectful. What? Did you say that the ancients liked the color scheme of the farmhouse?
How was that possible? They liked pure black and white, or simple gray!
What was this called? A sense of ceremony.
The Sidao continued to watch Soaring Kamihara's performance. This simple sword was an important part of the sense of ceremony.
Soaring Kamihara lifted the godly sword with both hands!
"Whoosh!"
Just as Soaring Kamihara lifted the godly sword, the camera keenly noticed that a gust of wind seemed to spread out from his body.
The formless wind took on a tangible color after blowing through the fallen leaves. A terrifying pressure pressed down on everyone's hearts, as if dark clouds were about to descend on the city!
The descendants of the Yin Yang Master families didn't even dare to breathe too loudly. This was the first time most of them had ever been so close to a supernatural being.
"I can feel your power now," Yang Ling said with a smile.
Soaring Kamihara sounded as if he were muttering to his wife as he held the imitation sword.
"Ha!"
Sword energy flew out!
A single slash flattened everything!
Hundreds of large trees outside the shrine were instantly sliced in half and fell to the ground with a loud crash. Smoke and dust rose into the air.
Half of the forest had disappeared.
Transcendent power was so terrifying.
But it wasn't over yet!
The formless sword energy was still advancing like a wild beast!
A mountain.
The shrine was constructed at the top of a small mountain. There was another mountain of similar height on the opposite side of the shrine.
"Boom!"
The mountain and the sword energy collided!
A loud explosion tormented everyone's ears. Rocks and dust flew everywhere like a vicious beast.
"Ah!"
Some of the spectators who weren't mentally prepared screamed. The destruction caused by this sword energy was like a mountain flash flood!
Once the wind blew past and everything disappeared, everyone and the camera focused on the location where the sword energy had struck the mountain.
The lush mountain was extremely ugly, and a scar would forever be left on the ground.
The tip of the entire mountain would forever be cut off.
"Whoosh!"
Soaring Kamihara put away his godly sword after a cool action. He closed his eyes and caressed the hilt of the sword with his right hand.
"Was it really the Reverse Mountain Jutsu?"
The Minamizao intelligence officer's eyes twitched. This was far too terrifying.
Even with the power of modern cannons, they would still have to use a battery of cannons and use up a large amount of ammunition.
It was impossible for this to be the power of a single sword attack. The Island nation must have planted explosives in the mountain. This was definitely the case.
Damn it, was there really a need to do this just to increase the nation's confidence?
Soaring Kamihara had almost surpassed their Minamizao in terms of trash.
However, the Sword Qi that was sent out was real. It was able to destroy half of the forest without any resistance. This extraordinary cutting and breaking ability would be a powerful military force that could quickly infiltrate the enemy's forces. Wanting to stop Flight of the God's Domain … was not going to be an optimistic outcome.
Although they were both dogs of the same master, the intelligence officer couldn't help but feel uneasy when he thought about how the Island nation had such power.
Just as everyone was immersed in the power of this sword attack, the intelligence officer's communication device started ringing.
It was an intelligence officer from the same system who was stationed in the Seiji Continent. Calling him at this time meant that there was something important!
However, it wasn't convenient for him to answer the call in this situation.