This slash was as fast as a startling thunderclap!
Under the infusion of immense force, the blade edge surged with terrifying kinetic energy, actually creating a sword roar that tore through the air in mid-air!
Yumiko and the others instinctively covered their ears, staring dumbfounded ahead.
Their eyes all showed disbelief.
It was hard to imagine that such terrifying force was being delivered by the handsome young man before them.
Shrrk!
The katana, sweeping from top to bottom, tore open the Corpse King’s tough flesh, brutally slashing across his body, leaving a deep, massive gash from his left waist to his right shoulder.
“ROAR!!!!”
Under the intense pain, Wight’s entire body shuddered as if struck by lightning.
Like a Parkinson’s patient, his body uncontrollably trembled violently.
Kiryu indifferently turned the blade edge.
Overwhelming force pressed down, like a mountain crashing down.
The pressure made Wight’s knees go weak, forcing him to stoop and kneel before him unwillingly.
“Kiryu-kun, thank you…”
Hayato endured the heart-drilling pain.
Straining with all his might, he painstakingly freed himself from the opponent’s sharp claws.
At this moment, this ace figure, renowned throughout the real school and even the entire grade, looked unprecedentedly miserable.
His right arm, pierced by Wight’s claw, was doomed.
Dripping scarlet flesh, mixed with viscous blood, continuously seeped out.
Vaguely visible within were deeper white bone fragments.
Hayato broke out in a cold sweat, his face as pale as a corpse, his lips dry and purple.
Due to the massive blood loss in a short time, his entire demeanor suddenly became listless.
Even worse…
Because of the backlash from his petrification ability, the boy’s entire lower body was eroded and wrapped in a thick layer of hard rock.
If not resolved in time, it could threaten his life.
Kiryu silently nodded, using his actions to show his attitude.
The young man’s figure was tall and slender, like upright, firm bamboo.
Although not exactly burly, he inexplicably gave a sense of reliable trustworthiness, as if even if the sky fell, he could hold up a piece of it with his own strength.
Kakeru, both arms severed, leaned dejectedly against the wall.
He watched Hayato, clutching his severed arm, laboring to walk over.
His mouth twitched, revealing a bitter smile.
He regretted his earlier actions deeply.
If only he had gone to the fourth floor back then.
Hayato’s expression was equally listless, his energy gradually fading, his vision vaguely blurring.
Not only was he losing large amounts of blood, but after being wounded by Wight, he had also suffered an unavoidable infection.
Relying on his ultra-high-speed regeneration ability, even suffering such severe damage, Wight still stiffened his neck, opened his blood-filled mouth full of teeth, and let out an unwilling roar at Kiryu.
“How is this possible?
Th-This guy…
is he immortal?!”
Yui murmured quietly in disbelief.
If Wight never died…
Wouldn’t he be able to continuously summon zombie hordes?
Beside her, Yukino’s expression was also grim.
She subconsciously clenched her small fist.
The girl stared intently at the still-upright figure in the field.
For some reason, she was inexplicably certain that Kiryu would definitely slay the Corpse King and return victorious.
“SLASH!”
Kiryu’s expression was indifferent.
Astonishing force poured down, making Kuji Kanesada, deeply embedded in Wight’s wound, tremble inexplicably.
Then, he swung his blade again, using an upward sweeping motion, he flipped the blade and slashed diagonally down along the wound once more.
“Woarw!!!”
The heart-rending pain struck, making Wight let out a howl almost human-like.
The flesh and blood within his body turned into scarlet threads, like tangled vines, constantly jumping and churning, trying to repair the wound.
But because Kiryu kept pulling the blade back and forth, they were rapidly blocked and torn apart…
“ROAR!!”
Wight was about to scream, to attract the surrounding zombie horde, when five long, strong fingers suddenly clamped onto his face.
Immense force poured down, and his entire body was slammed violently towards the ground!
This blow felt like it was about to shatter his internal organs.
Half the sound got stuck in his throat, forcibly cutting off his call for help.
Kiryu’s figure surged.
He raised a fist, carrying overwhelming force, and brutally smashed half of Wight’s eye socket.
THUD!
Crimson splattered.
Wight’s nasal bone was directly blown apart by a single punch.
Bone fragments flew everywhere.
He instinctively opened his mouth, but the next second, Kiryu had already pressed forward again.
There was no time to apply it.
Kiryu simply poured the last of the charcoal rosin all over the latter’s body.
The fast blade moved again, following the path of the rosin.
Blazing fire rapidly ignited.
In that instant, Kiryu suddenly stepped forward, viciously stomping down on Wight’s shoulder as he still tried to struggle.
Holding the hilt of the Kuji Kanesada with both hands, he brought the blade down with tremendous force.
Crack!
The sound of breaking wind exploded like thunder.
Carrying the flaming rosin, he forcibly carved hideous paths through the tangled, clinging, scorched black flesh strands.
“SKREEE!”
The Corpse King shrieked, causing the surrounding zombie horde to riot in unison.
Kiryu sneered.
The Gale Rune within his body was fully activated in that instant.
Rolling gales, like raging waves, rumbled loudly, deafening.
The pervasive wind elements, like a dragon sucking water, surged from all directions.
Shwoop!
Under everyone’s astonished gazes, a fire dragon raised its head, swished its tail, soared and leaped, and suddenly merged into the furious wind and raging waves.
Wind and fire became one!
The next moment, three wind-fire blade rays that tore through the air shot out like lightning, slicing straight through the zombie horde ahead!
BOOM!!!
A shocking explosion rang out!
The entire arena suddenly erupted with a deafening roar!
The terrifying shockwave, carrying thick smoke, directly sent the entire zombie horde ahead flying.
Yukino and the others were greatly shocked, instinctively collapsing limply to the ground.
Their pupils had contracted to pinprick size from the shock.
With their eyesight, they could only barely make out the occasional green-red blade flash within the thick smoke.
This blade flash, wherever it passed, caused the ripples in the air to scatter and explode like waves.
Extremely fast, utterly unstoppable!
A long time passed…
When everyone finally came to their senses, they looked with fear and uncertainty towards the front shrouded in dense smoke, wanting to know who had survived.
Pat, pat, pat…
From within the thick fog, the reassuring sound of footsteps gradually came.
Under everyone’s expectant or complex gazes, the tall, slender, handsome young man, with his katana sheath slanted at his side, calmly walked out of the mist.
Behind him lay the Corpse King’s mutilated remains, beheaded and cut into three pieces.