As the first spray of blood erupted, more and more wounds appeared on Minamoto no Yorimitsu's body.
For a body enhanced by dragon blood, these were just surface scratches, far from fatal. But in that moment, he realized a terrifying truth—
No matter how much strength he showed, Uchiha Hikari was always just one step ahead.
And any tricky sword technique he used? A few seconds later, Hikari would replicate it perfectly, down to the smallest detail!
This wasn't a fair fight…
It was a cat toying with a mouse!
In fact…
Hikari's mindset right now was pretty much that of a cat.
"Faster, faster!" her clear, girlish voice rang out from the flurry of blades, sounding more like she was playing video games with Eri than fighting. "Is this really all the Fierce Ghosts' 'Dragon King' has got?!"
"…"
Yorimitsu didn't respond, just glared at her fiercely and bit down, swallowing hard.
With that motion, his fading momentum surged back in an instant. His pale, delicate face turned ashen, fine grayish-blue scales creeping across his skin.
The same scales spread across his body, tearing his ornate geisha robes into thin shreds. Dark, bony blades protruded from the backs of his hands, like deadly scythes ready to reap lives!
Dragon transformation!
Clearly, Yorimitsu had prepped with evolution drugs before coming here.
Under the influence of the high-potency drugs, his strength and speed skyrocketed in an instant. With a ferocious swing, he knocked Onikiri aside and, for the first time, launched a fierce counterattack against Hikari!
"Now you're starting to look the part…"
Hikari dropped her playful attitude, getting serious for the first time in this fight. She pushed her Sharingan's dynamic vision to its limit, unleashing nearly 100% of her taijutsu prowess to meet him head-on.
Their auras climbed higher and higher!
To onlookers, their figures blurred into two whirlwinds, clashing at breakneck speed. The mere shockwaves from their sword strikes carved deep gouges into the asphalt!
And it wasn't just the ground.
A few bikers, too close to the action, were caught in the aftermath of Hikari and Yorimitsu's clash. In an instant, they were decapitated, their bodies shredded into a bloody mess!
Their motorcycles were next, torn apart in a shower of sparks…
During the chaos, someone tried shooting at Hikari.
But every bullet that came within two or three meters of them simply vanished—or rather, disintegrated.
If you had a high-speed camera overhead, you'd see Hikari and Yorimitsu swinging their swords dozens of times per second, their blades seeming to be in multiple places at once. Even heavy machine gun fire—dozens of rounds a second—was blocked by the dense web of sword strikes.
Only after they passed did the bullets, sliced into pieces, fall to the ground, their cut edges smooth as mirrors.
Hikari flicked a glance toward the machine gunner and unleashed an Amaterasu. Black flames erupted in the van's cargo hold, engulfing the burly gunman, who rolled on the ground, screaming in agony.
Seeing this, the others finally caught on.
Whether they were fighting or getting beaten, they dropped their knives and guns, scrambling to get as far away as possible, leaving the battlefield to the two of them.
This level of combat was beyond hybrids—it was a duel between monsters.
Even Chisei, a royal-grade hybrid, could only watch from a distance, his expression conflicted as he directed Crow and the others to take down the remaining Fierce Ghosts.
If Hikari didn't cheat with her ocular jutsu, this sword duel could've gone on for a while before a winner emerged.
But…
A little accident happened.
The Onikiri, a legendary blade from the Demon Slayer world, was well-crafted but still fell short of the alchemical weapons of the Dragon Clan world—especially compared to Yorimitsu's cherry-red longsword.
After thousands of clashes in just a few Dark Mode few minutes, the spiritual energy imbued in the blade wore thin. The once-pristine edge started to show jagged notches.
Finally, with one more clash, Hikari's Onikiri snapped!
The broken blade flew toward a nearby group, embedding itself in a biker's body! He fired off a dozen wild shots before realizing his chest had been pierced, clutching his shattered heart as he collapsed.
"An opening!"
Yorimitsu's eyes narrowed, a ruthless glint flashing as he swung his sword with unstoppable force!
Iai: First Blade!
But Hikari reached out with her left hand, grabbing his blade mid-swing, then clenched her right fist and smashed it into his chest!
Kekkei Genkai: Immortal!
Amplified by chakra and ki, the punch carried the force of a thousand tons!
BOOM!!
Yorimitsu instinctively blocked with his arm, but it was like being hit by a sledgehammer. He was sent flying out of the storm of blades, crashing into a van ten meters away!
With a deafening thud, the van caved in with a human-shaped dent. Yorimitsu spat blood, his sword arm likely broken, bones shattered in multiple places, unable to stand.
After the intense fight, the evolution drug's effects began to fade, and his aura plummeted from its peak.
On the other side, Hikari exhaled softly, tossing the cherry-red sword aside. Her left hand, half-severed from grabbing the blade, healed in seconds.
Even with Immortal strengthening her body, it wasn't truly indestructible. Catching a high-speed alchemical weapon barehanded would injure even a true Dragon King.
But it didn't matter.
With her regenerative abilities, anything short of decapitation would heal in moments. And honestly, even losing her head wouldn't be a big deal—after all, the current her was just a lure.
Her footsteps crunched forward.
Hikari tilted her head, looking at Yorimitsu slumped on the ground. "Still wanna dance?"
Gulp—
Yorimitsu swallowed a mouthful of blood. A faint voice crackled through his earpiece.
"…Yorimitsu, kill her at all costs!"
Along with the whisper came the hollow, rhythmic clack of wooden clappers.
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