Chapter 590

Run out!

Nanao rushed forward with all her might.

Miyoshi Ryota behind her had also given up on defending areas other than his vital points, letting the priests constantly cut messy wounds on his body, following Nanao with all his strength, blocking the arms that were trying to grab her.

The priests did not want to hurt Nanao. Based on this point, plus Miyoshi Ryota's desperate struggle, perhaps Nanao could really escape... if the priests were fools.

Miyoshi Ryota had too little experience; any martial artist with even a little experience would not have made such a naive response.

Just for an instant!

Several priests had already rushed in front of Nanao, forcibly stopping her with a human wall that was impenetrable.

At the same time, the remaining priests pressed up together, putting Nanao aside and attacking Miyoshi Ryota fiercely!

Clang, clang, clang—*Puchi*!

A guardless sword pierced through Miyoshi Ryota's left arm, stuck between his radius bones, and then forcibly twisted!

*Clatter*.

The left-hand sword fell to the ground.

Before Miyoshi Ryota could break free from the guardless sword pinning his left arm, several attacks landed on his right-hand sword.

Clang!

The clashing sounds overlapped.

The right-hand sword was forcibly deflected by the precisely overlapping force, and then a guardless sword that had been waiting for a long time pierced through his right arm. With a twist, the right-hand sword also fell to the ground with a sound.

"Don't look back!"

Miyoshi Ryota roared. Nanao in front forcibly stopped the action of turning back, gritting her teeth and trying to bypass the blocking priests.

But she did not succeed.

Nanao had never practiced martial arts and had never experienced a struggle. Her speed was slow, and she did not know how to hide her movements. Just after taking a step, the silent priests blocked her back.

The encirclement gradually closed in.

"Ughhhhhh!"

Miyoshi Ryota roared, struggling crazily. The guardless sword piercing his arm cut down along the radius bone, and blood flowed like a river.

Puchi, puchi.

But the next instant, more guardless swords pierced his arms from all sides, and then they exerted force to lift, forcibly "hanging" him up.

A priest walked in front of him, raised his plain white mask, and seemed to be looking at Miyoshi Ryota through the mask.

Miyoshi Ryota roared like a beast being hung up.

"Let me go! Let me go!"

The priest did not speak. Silently, extremely slowly, like an executioner, he drew the guardless sword from his waist, and extremely slowly pressed the blade against his heart.

Puchi.

The sharp blade cut through the clothes, cut through the skin and flesh, and stopped against the ribs.

The priest slowly exerted force.

And so the blade separated the ribs bit by bit.

"Ughhhhhh!"

Miyoshi Ryota roared and struggled.

"No!"

By this time, Nanao finally couldn't help but look back. With a wail, she pounced toward Miyoshi Ryota, but left her back exposed to the priests.

*Slap*, *slap*.

The priests suddenly stepped forward, grabbed Nanao's arms and twisted them behind her back, and then a palm-blade precisely cut onto the back of her neck.

"Ugh!"

Nanao let out a muffled groan, her consciousness instantly dissipated. In the last moment before losing consciousness, she barely raised her head to look at Miyoshi Ryota, who was roaring with wide eyes.

"Ryota-kun..."

Nanao fainted. The priests who grabbed her immediately carried her up and turned to leave with extreme speed.

"Come back!!!"

Miyoshi Ryota roared and struggled.

But the next moment, with a light *click*, the guardless sword cut through his ribs, cut into his chest cavity, and headed toward his heart.

The plain white, spotless priest's robes filled the courtyard. Miyoshi Ryota was hung in mid-air, moonlight spilled down, silence and roaring overlapped, and cold killing intent and angry killing intent flowed evenly.