Anime, Girlfriend Shokuhou Misaki.

This person is Kurogane Ohma.

From the moment he awakened his sword-wielding ability and became a sword-wielder, Black Iron King was rated as an A-rank knight, just like Stella.

It's fair to say that if Kurogane Ohma hadn't left the Kurogane family, Kurogane Shizuku wouldn't be the heir to the Kurogane family at all.

"It doesn't matter what your name is."

Black Iron King Horse conjured a long sword-shaped spirit weapon in his hand and gripped it tightly.

"Let me see how much you've improved, and I'll go easy on you as appropriate."

The man remained motionless as a violent surge of magical power coursed around him, the chaotic air currents enveloping him like a tornado.

As the longsword in his hand fell straight down, a gale burst forth like compressed air, rapidly blasting towards Haramura Makoto.

"That's really boastful."

In this situation, Makoto Haramura did not dodge, but instead wrapped his magic around the sword and swung it upwards with a backhand stroke.

retreat?

It's absolutely impossible for him to back down. He's already been treated with such contempt; how could he possibly back down?

"boom--"

A low, muffled booming sound rang out, and a gust of wind swept outwards at that moment.

This was a tremendous force, like a heavy hammer squeezing a blade. Even with Makoto Haramura's innate strength, no one could help but take a step back.

"Ah!"

Makoto Haramura let out a cold laugh, and at that moment, his magical power, which was in no way inferior to that of the Black Iron King, erupted.

The magic stirred the air, and its chilling aura spread out like ocean waves.

"—Ten times speed!"

A faint echo lingered in the chaotic air.

There is no acceleration process; the speed explodes in an instant.

In an instant, Makoto Haramura sliced ​​through the protective whirlwind and arrived in front of Kurogane Ohma, assuming the starting stance for his draw-and-slash attack.

A burst of white light exploded before my eyes.

The crimson moon carved by the blade made no sound, as if it had slashed towards the throat of the Black Iron King without any warning.

"—'Draw Sword - Two-Headed Dragon'."

"Chong-"

The two swords clashed instantly, as fast as a flash of light.

The trajectory of the blade was completely invisible to ordinary people; all they could see was a streak of blood that flashed past Black Iron King Horse.

Kurogane Ohma's sword is very long, somewhat resembling a sacrificial dagger.

He also made full use of the advantages of his spirit armor, swinging his sword in wide and sweeping motions, using the supernatural power of whipping up a whirlwind to block Haramura Makoto's sword-drawing slash.

The howling wind continued, and the sense of oppression kept increasing.

"Whoosh-"

It sounded like something being sliced, and the scabbard, like a sharp sword, was slashed upwards by Makoto Haramura at the same angle and along the same trajectory.

"boom--"

The combined force of the blade, aimed directly at his throat, forced Black Iron King to retreat.

“Through him.”

At a distance of only about three meters, the bullet exploded at its maximum at close range, combined with Makoto Haramura's enchanted time ability.

The bullet arrived at Black Iron King's forehead in an instant.

Without any mercy, this shot was aimed at killing him outright.

"Chong-"

"Snapped--"

The bullet struck Black Iron King between the eyebrows, but made a sound as if it had hit a steel plate.

Upon closer inspection, it's clear that it couldn't even pierce through the head of the Black Iron King.

At most, it just left a red mark on his head.

"What the hell?"

Chapter 082 New Moves

What the hell!

Although the magic bullet wasn't perfectly formed due to the haste, it only grazed the flesh when it landed.

"As I've already said, the degree to which I hold back against you will depend on your level of vulnerability."

The movement was accompanied by the crisp sound of bones rubbing against each other, and the Black Iron King remained indifferent.

"I've been chasing the strongest since I was a child."

"I'm willing to sacrifice anything to become stronger, so I've been using my abilities to add 500 pounds of air to my body. In this state, my bones harden dramatically to withstand the oncoming pressure, becoming as hard as iron; my internal organs strengthen their pulse to ensure blood circulation throughout my body; and all the muscle fibers in my body become thicker and stronger to move smoothly under high pressure, increasing their strength..."

"It eventually turned into steel."

If Makoto Haramura's muscles and Stella's strength are both gifts of nature...

Black Iron King Horse was purely driven by extreme pressure, propelling the human body to evolve beyond what a normal human would take hundreds or thousands of years to complete, reaching the limit of human physical evolution.

"But you're quite good."

Kurogane Ohma raised his nodachi high.

"I've always been looking for peers who can be compared to me."

"So when you and Stella Vermillion showed up, I was already watching you, targeting you."

"But you two are both too immature."

"It's so naive that it makes me laugh. They clearly have unparalleled talent, yet they're wasting it like this."

moment!

Black Iron King Ma slashed out with his sword.

The atmosphere was torn apart, and a vacuum crack suddenly appeared in the air.

An invisible blade of air tore straight through Haramura Makoto's body.

"However, I am quite satisfied with your current growth, even though you have only grown from an infant to a toddler."

"But to have grown to this level in such a short time is quite impressive."

This is a wind blade that can rival a sonic slash.

The wind blades were enormous and fierce, crushing the surrounding atmosphere. Even though they hadn't completely reached Haramura Makoto yet, he could already feel the immense pressure pressing down on him.

"High and mighty, huh."

Makoto Haramura slowly opened his eyes.

"But it is indeed a monster."

"Ten times speed!"

With that last syllable lingering in the air, Makoto Haramura's figure vanished right in front of the empty blade.

Black Iron King is indeed very strong, putting him under great pressure.

Without considering mind control or any other external factors, it's estimated that even a Level 5 in Academy City wouldn't be able to fight Kurogane Ohma.

As for the number one in Academy City, he wasn't very clear about that.

After all, that guy is known for being able to deflect even nuclear attacks. It's hard to say who's stronger between him and Black Iron King Ma.

Whether it was when we first came into this world or before we came into this world.

If he encountered such a monster, he would probably only have one option: to bow his head and wait for death.

Putting aside how powerful his attacks are, how could anyone possibly break through a steel shell that's harder than steel bars?

"But!"

Makoto Haramura's voice appeared without warning directly behind Kurogane Ohma. The sword in his hand pierced through the protective aura surrounding Kurogane Ohma, heading straight for his heart.

"How can you be so sure that was my full strength just now?"

Makoto Haramura's appearance was extremely abrupt; he truly appeared behind Mamoru Kurogane in an instant.

Even the Black Iron King Horse was momentarily stunned.

"You've incorporated your special ability into the foot-drawing technique; that's a very good idea."

"But do you think you can break through my defense now just because you couldn't break through it before?"

Drawing his sword and turning to defend was no longer an option.

He doesn't have the flexibility to change the direction of the blade in an instant.

The best option we can make right now is to dodge the attack by turning to the side, and then use that moment to twist our body.

But it's not necessary.

I just tested this guy's strength; piercing my protective aura was already the limit of his attack.

But the best defense for oneself is never the protective aura outside, but one's own solid body.

"Pfft-"

The sound of flesh being torn apart rang out, and bright red blood slowly slid down the blade.

The stinging sensations were constantly stimulating Black Iron King's nerves.

"Ha, it really is hard. Even so, it only went in half a centimeter."

With one hand gripping the hilt and the other pushing the butt of the blade, Makoto Haramura, maintaining his bayonet stance, raised his head and stab Kurogane Ohma's nerves with a mocking smile.

How embarrassing is this situation?

He was just making confident promises and spouting wild claims, but in less than half a second, his boasts were exposed.

"how did you do that."

Black Iron King's free hand gripped the blade embedded in his abdomen tightly, stabbing the blade in place while he took a step back.

“Your strength is definitely not that great; my eyes don’t lie.”

His physical body is very strong, but there are quite a few in this world who can easily break through his physical defenses. After all, the physical qualities of the world's top swordsmen may not be as good as his, but their long-term magical nourishment and training make them absolutely formidable.

How could someone who has only recently come into contact with magic possibly do that?

"Well, that's true."

He gripped the tip of the longsword tightly, and even though blood was dripping from between his fingers, he showed no intention of letting go.

However, Makoto Haramura did not remain in a stalemate. He immediately dispersed the magic power that had been maintaining his Rain Moon form and took a few steps back.

"Speed ​​plus weight."

"Since my own strength is not enough, I will make up for it with the inertia of speed."

Rain Moon re-condensed in his hand, and Haramura Makoto's gaze instantly became incredibly sharp as he stared intently at Kurogane Ohma.

"【Rising Sun Isshin-ryu - Ultimate Strength - "Fire and Thunder"】"

Kurogane Ohma took a step forward and slashed horizontally with his nodachi, simultaneously slamming his fist hard against the back of the blade.

"Secret Sword——"

In an instant, Makoto Haramura swung the Rain Moon sword in his hand in a trajectory like a windmill, turning it into a flash of light as he slashed in three directions simultaneously.

"Yan Hui!"

"Chong-"

"Puff, puff!"