Chapter 179

【A type of Chinese martial art.】

【Representing the ultimate numerical value of a martial art aimed at becoming one with the universe.】

【Its vastness, its breadth, is unimaginable, incredible...】

【And as for his so-called power as one of the seven directors, it couldn't even be considered learned.】

【And his master, that old man wearing sunglasses, ascended to the divine realm precisely with this martial art.】

【Even if it's just to not lose face for that master known as "The Unrivaled Striker"...】

【The tall figure stepped resolutely into the long sky.】

【A moment later, violent fighting spirit exploded in the sky, flashing like a meteor, but it would rise again the next moment...】

【In the hall, watching that lonely figure launch charge after charge toward the monarch of the firmament, falling again and again.】

【The other directors were silent, deeply moved, struggling.】

【They sighed at each other and walked outside.】

【"Sigh, I must have lost my mind, actually learning from this hot-blooded idiot, doing this meaningless struggle..."】

PS: In the Type-Moon worldview, because the difficulty of learning Baji Quan is the highest level.】

【Therefore, unlike other skills, only at A can it be called "already learned".】

【If it is A+++, it is a master among masters.】

【It's not the author bragging about Chinese martial arts; it's Nasu bragging.】

qwq justice..

106. Tragic, Martial Artist Touching the Realm of Heroic Spirits, Unrivaled Strike!

【"Although I don't think it's meaningful, since you've decided, I'll lend you this life."】

【In a skyscraper on the side, the last Onmyoryo director looked somewhat comforted: "Hey, Makoto, I will break the whirlwind around the god for you and pave the way for you to touch the god."】

【Subsequently, he burned his life, squeezing the leylines of Higashiyamato City like a central hub, and countless white rays of light cracked open on his body, connecting to every mage on the battlefield, and suddenly, auras surged.】

【One could see countless mages, like dots of light, charging toward Black Saber under the leadership of the seven figures.】

The people of Tokyo vaguely sensed something, feeling some grief.

"The director is a real man..."

"Kyogoku-kun, Yomi-chan, Nura-kun, Miss Sanka Rea... we will always remember your sacrifice!"

"I approve of this Battle for the Defense of Kyoto!"

"The people of Yamato will always remember this moment that goes down in history."

"The thousands of mages present are all heroes!"

"We must drive Saber and Berserker out!"

"Teary-eyed, woo woo woo~~."

"Kyogoku-kun..."

However, even if the people of Sakura shed tears on the spot, it could not change the difference between man and god.

【That pitch-black monarch standing on the high tower merely swept her long sword, and the roaring black light cannon blasted out like an angry dragon.】

【"Boom!!"】

【Like a thunderclap, it pushed aside layers of air waves.】

【With a flick of her fair wrist, the light cannon formed a crescent arc, in the eyes of the mages who were gritting their teeth.】

【The dense dots of light in the sky were cleared away, like exploding firecrackers.】

【Incredibly loud.】

【Bang bang bang!】

【Countless figures fell, or lost their life aura, or were still struggling to survive, staining the ruins with blood, revealing a crazy cruelty.】

【Nura Rikuo held his shikigami, Yuki-onna, his thigh broken from the middle, bright bone fragments showing in the flesh, his face pale, forcibly exiting the Ghost Entanglement state, his energy weakened beyond measure.】

【Not far away, there were several severed limbs of armored shikigami.】

【Even with all their might, they couldn't get within ten meters of that King Arthur.】

【"Absolute Territory?"】

【Nura Rikuo dragged his crippled body, covering his bleeding, blinded eye, sighing melancholically.】

【In the end, he was still too weak...】

【I wonder how many old friends are still alive.】

【He glanced, the lightning user Sanka Rea had more than half her body gone, a bloody hole pierced through her chest, her flesh charred black, still struggling in pain, trying to stand up.】

【It was as if a large group of broken bone fragments were dislocated in her body, making it impossible for her to stand.】

【"Aha, this enemy is truly incredibly strong..."】

【Kain Inshun covered his broken arm, his smile somewhat helpless; if it weren't for only half his head remaining, the severe pain from nerve reflexes would have blurred his will.】

【He couldn't bear the fact that he had lost so many friends and subordinates.】

【Such a desperate struggle had already hollowed people out.】

【The ruins were covered with the corpses of Onmyoryo mages, even underfoot, the severed arm of the apprentice who usually played around.】

【It was impossible to tell who was who among the corpses, and many had been melted away by the light cannon.】

【Those people included his rivals with whom he laughed and scolded, comrades who shared life and death, lovers who were almost able to grow old together, the respected director... too many, too many.】

【Before the victory that might have been possible.】

【The exhaustion was released in that instant; he just wanted to sit on a bench and close his eyes for a while.】

【This ancient Onmyoji stumbled, took two steps, and almost tripped over Isayama Yomi's corpse.】

【Fortunately...】

【Before Kain Inshun was tripped, he was already dead.】

【He had lost his life aura.】

【With a peaceful smile, he fell straight into the pile of corpses, which included students from the Department of Spiritism, professors from the Department of Creation, department heads from the Department of Astrology, specialists from the Department of Curses...】

【Everyone stayed together neatly, the atmosphere peaceful and beautiful.】

【Although it was a bit far from the other seven directors, it could be considered a good feng shui spot.】

【Inshun was submerged in the pile of corpses, half his head severed from his neck, rolling and rolling, sliding to the side of an old friend.】

【A group of crows cawed under the shroud of blood-colored clouds, circling as they flew over.】

【The tragic atmosphere carried a hint of aestheticism.】

"It seems my way of dying wasn't the most miserable."

At the Disaster Training Base, Isayama Yomi, who was responsible for training the Masters, covered her face, not knowing whether to feel uncomfortable or happy; in short, she was between laughter and tears.】

The strength of her parallel-world self, as she could see from a glimpse, was absolutely not inferior to her own self who released the spirit beast Nue.】

In theory, she should be able to trade blows with ordinary Heroic Spirits and hold a stalemate.】

But...

After all, the opponent was the blackened King Arthur, who, after losing that iconic ahoge on her head, had gained unprecedentedly massive magical energy.】

She almost killed everyone in seconds.】

"If it were the Saber in Yukino's hands, Yomi would definitely..."

Sato Kazuma seemed to think of something, leaned close to Yoshiki's ear, and whispered.】

As he spoke, a wretched smile appeared on his face.】

Vaguely, words like 'Civil War Phantom God' could be heard.】

Yukino walked over like a ghost, raised her finger, and angrily gave Kazuma a flick on the forehead.】

【"Bang!"】

A clear sound.】

Kazuma's head was hit, and he yelled in pain, jumping up on the spot, while shouting something about how only villains and women are hard to deal with.】

Mostly because he had become a Master, his courage had also increased.】

At this moment, many Earthlings looked at the tragic sky-curtain, sighing somewhat.】

Are the efforts of the Onmyoryo finished just like that?】