Anime, Girlfriend Shokuhou Misaki.

All he needs to do is get close to his full focus.

(He channeled all his stored physical and magical energy into his sword.)

(There's no need to care about survival instincts; what matters is completely breaking through the limitations of one's own life and pouring everything into this one strike.)

(A genuine, all-out, and focused strike.)

"—'One-Sword Rakshasa'!"

The moment you take your first step.

The world before him instantly turned black and white, and all color and sound vanished from his sight.

The joints and bones all over his body were creaking and cracking, and blood vessels in his thighs, arms and other parts of his body were rupturing.

Even if I am shattered to pieces, it doesn't matter.

All you need to do in this moment is pour all your energy into it, unleash your strongest strike in an instant, and end this battle.

The jet-black blade light transformed into a dazzling meteor, trailing a comet-like tail of light as it swung its blade in a silent, utterly gloomy world, a world that seemed like a deathly still space.

"awesome!"

"As expected, it's not just me who's improving here; Ikki is growing too."

Kurogane Ikki had appeared behind Kirihara Shizuya, covered in blood, kneeling on the ground.

With the outcome already decided, Makoto Haramura stood up immediately.

He hadn't heard the name of that move, but judging from the intensity of the magic's burst, its cohesion, and the pressure it exerted on his body...

It's roughly like an advanced version of the "One-Sword Asura" technique.

During this period, he had already surpassed Kurogane Ikki in terms of developing his abilities and familiarizing himself with combat techniques.

However, with this move, the outcome between the two of them is still uncertain.

"What are you going to do, Cheng?"

Seeing that Haramura Makoto had already stood up, Stella asked curiously, preparing to get up and follow him.

"Teacher Ningyin from Xijing needs to speak with me. Stella, you should go back first."

……

"I'm sorry to have kept you waiting, Chairman Todo."

As he walked out of the stadium, at the entrance for the audience, Makoto Haramura waved to the girl with brown double braids and wide-rimmed brown glasses.

"Nothing."

"I was watching Black Iron's match just now, so I'm not really in a position to watch yours, junior brother."

Toudou Touka adjusted his glasses and smiled slightly.

Is this a feeling of closeness?

Anyway, compared to the last time I took his statement, when he was cold and indifferent, I feel much better now.

"I wouldn't call him my junior brother yet."

"After all, I haven't received the God of War's permission yet, so I haven't officially become his disciple."

Haramura Makoto followed Toudou Touka's pace, keeping a distance of about one step, maintaining a good sense of distance.

"I've already heard about the specifics."

Toudou Touka walked with light, airy steps, his tone also sounding rather cheerful.

"Eldest sister is Master's favorite disciple."

"Since Senior Sister has already said so, it means that Junior Brother must have something that Master will appreciate."

After navigating several corners, Toudou Touka finally stopped in a park-like area.

"So it's highly unlikely that you'll fail the test."

"Dao Hua-chan!"

"If you tell me now, I won't have any way to test him."

Silently!

Makoto Haramura was completely unaware of the presence of the elderly man in the gray kimono who appeared directly behind him and Toudou Touka.

From his wrinkled face, you could tell that the old man was very old.

But from his eyes, which held a restrained divine light, and his straight back, one could tell that even in his old age, this old man's strength was still terrifying beyond imagination.

"Hello, God of War, Lord Nango Hikojiro."

He turned around and faced the old man, and Haramura Makoto bowed respectfully.

The answer was already known the moment the old man appeared.

It is so powerful that it can appear directly behind its current self.

He was already quite old, and the special footwork he used just now was a foot-pulling technique, plus Toudou Touka didn't show any hostility.

Who else could it be but the person he originally came here to see?

"Oh dear, Dao Hua-chan has already said that, why are you still calling her that?"

"Does this mean you are a very rigid person?"

The old man had a wide grin on his face and looked very unreliable.

It was very different from the image that Makoto Haramura had in his mind.

"Forget it, this kid isn't that kind of person."

“He did it on purpose, old man.”

Nishikyo Nene appeared next to Haramura Makoto in almost the exact same state, but he was able to clearly sense her aura when she appeared.

"The footwork technique is the threshold for entering the sect. If you can learn the footwork technique, you are already qualified."

Also falling was Xijing Ningyin's iron fan.

"Chong-"

Sparks flew everywhere, and the clanging of metal against metal echoed incessantly.

At some point, Makoto Haramura's unique spirit armor appeared in his hand, blocking Nene Nishikyo's iron fan.

"So, does this mean I've passed your test?"

In this posture, Makoto Haramura turned his head and stared intently at Hikojiro Nango.

"Hahaha--"

Nango Hikojiro burst into loud laughter.

"Of course you passed, and I've been observing you for a few days now."

"He is also quite qualified in terms of character."

"So I'll accept you as my disciple."

Although he already knew the answer was largely yes, Makoto Haramura still couldn't hide his excitement when he was finally confirmed.

After all, in a sense, this old man currently represents the pinnacle of magic knights in this country.

God of War!

This is the only Japanese person to have ever won the God of War Cup held at the Chinese Shenlong Temple.

There aren't many world-class tournaments that Blade Masters can participate in. Apart from events like the Olympics, there are only the KOK Tournament hosted by the Alliance and the Fighting God Cup hosted by the Chinese Shenlong Temple.

However, it's different from leagues like KOK, which have a high level of security.

The tournament format held by Shenlong Temple is extremely cruel and primitive. Anything that can be used, whether it's conspiracy, trickery, or underhanded tactics, is acceptable.

After winning, one receives no reward other than the title of God of War.

Because of this brutal competition system, and because there are so many experts in Shenlong Temple, almost no foreigners have ever won under this system.

Nango Hikojiro was called the God of War because he had won a championship once.

That's why Makoto Haramura was so excited to become Hikojiro Nango's disciple.

"master!"

The specific procedures for becoming an apprentice are not very clear, but Makoto Haramura still bowed respectfully once again.

"Alright, alright, I don't have such complicated rituals here."

Just like his unconventional demeanor, Nango Hikojiro was definitely not the type to value formalities.

To be honest, this is a very rare thing for Japanese society.

Especially for such an important matter as becoming a disciple, there should normally be many ancient rituals.

"Well, let me think about it."

Nango Hikojiro stroked his well-groomed white beard, looking thoughtful.

After thinking about it for a while, he finally turned his gaze to Toudou Touka.

"Dao Hua-chan, do you have any matches in the next three days?"

"There is no master."

"I only have one more win left to secure victory in the qualifying rounds."

Dongtang Daohua responded in a measured and methodical manner.

"In that case, training will begin. You two come with me."

"Wait a minute, old man, training him should be my job, shouldn't it?"

The gravity field was unintentionally released, and Nishikyo Ningyin looked at Nango Hikojiro with an unfriendly gaze.

Nango Hikojiro waved his hand impatiently.

"Your abilities are beyond the standard; we don't need you."

Chapter 087 Double Standards

Time slowly passed by.

Before we knew it, the selection competition was nearing its end. After a few more rounds of competition, the participants for the Seven Star Sword Dance Festival would be officially determined.

This is the giant dome training ground of the Po Jun Academy.

There was no one in the stands, except for one person at the edge of the training field and a red-haired female student in the center of the training field.

“Let’s begin, Stella.”

Shinguji Kurono skillfully lit a cigarette and put it in her mouth, then looked at Stella, who was holding a sword in both hands in the center of the training field, and shouted.

"I see."

Stella took a deep breath and gave a firm and resolute reply.

"Dong dong..."

At that very moment, Stella felt a strong heartbeat in her chest.

"Bam—!"

At the same time, Stella's beautiful hair, as red as a lotus, floated up, and the phosphorescent light of flames emanated from the ends of her hair. Her body suddenly erupted with an astonishing temperature, even distorting the surrounding air and causing terrifying light and heat to sweep across the entire area.

The princess of Familion radiated a strong light from her bones and joints, which flickered and stopped with the powerful beating of her heart.

Then, a diamond-shaped red crystal appeared on Stella's forehead.

Behind it, the phantom of a Western dragon immediately appeared.

immediately……

"Laaaaaaa——!"

Stella opened her cherry lips, revealing her cute fangs, and let out a piercing roar.

The roaring sound transformed into a raging torrent, coalescing into a form that swept outwards like a storm.