A clear, sonorous cry of a blade.
It rang out without warning in the void, a space already filled with the roar of energy.
Like a dragon's roar piercing the Nine Heavens.
It instantly drowned out the roars of the mechanical puppets' engines and the hum of their accumulating energy.
A brilliant flash of blade light, condensed to its absolute limit, suddenly flared, seeming to split space itself.
There were no flashy techniques, no wind-up. Only the purest of horizontal slashes.
It was a skill honed through countless trials, returned to its simplest, most essential form.
The blade light flowed like mercury, seeping into every crack. It was like a fleeting shadow, too fast for the eye to follow.
Spreading out at a speed that defied thought, it was silent yet utterly domineering.
In an instant, it covered all the charging puppets in a fan-shaped area before him.
SHRRIIIP—!
There was no earth-shattering collision, only a soft yet piercingly clear tearing sound.
