If this woman is really Oda Mai,
then as expected...
Whoosh!
Alright.
Just as expected, no surprises.
Oda Mai swung a blade at Yi Lin's neck.
To a woman whose mind is full of blades, her life's creed is—everything with a red name is a monster, even if it's a green name; as long as it looks like a red name, then it's a red name.
Yi Lin was already prepared for this.
Layer upon layer of invisible shields blocked Oda Mai's blade.
Clang clang clang clang.
Half of the ten shields were shattered, Oda Mai's breath hitched, she noticed something off with the feel of her falling blade, and gripped another knife with her left hand.
"Sakura Dance Ichimonji!"
As Yi Lin retreated, he shouted the name of Oda Mai's ancestral waist sword.
Back then in Shenzaki City, Oda Mai's sword was parasitized by some indescribable thing, an eye grew on the blade, and what should have been a real-world forged weapon transformed into "equipment" after being infested.
Yi Lin had once felt the sword.
