“Heavy Sword, Flash Dance!”
“Guh!?”
Rourke accelerated as if repelled, disappearing from Kay’s sight. In the next moment, the sound of the shattered barrier echoed, and blood sprayed from Kay’s left shoulder.
“……!? ……!?”
“It’s fine. More importantly, don’t stop singing.”
The one most shaken by Kay’s injury wasn’t Kay himself but Siren, his contracted spirit, who continued singing by his side.
Kay scolded her as she instinctively tried to stop, swiftly waving his baton to reestablish the barrier.
“……Hah.”
Kay touched his shoulder, feeling the sharp pain, and couldn’t help but laugh.
It wasn’t that he was a masochist—it was just that, having never suffered serious injuries in previous battles, the sensation of being cut gave him a real taste of combat.
“Good……this is the best!!”
As Kay’s excitement rose to match Rourke’s, the sharpness of the music played by his contracted spirits intensified.
“Judgment of Black Lightning!”
Thunder roared.
The Demon King’s mouth opened, and from within, numerous black lightning bolts shot toward Rourke.
“!!”
Still unable to regain his footing, Rourke tried to channel spiritual energy into his body to defend against the oncoming black lightning. But in the next moment, his body lifted into the air and was forcefully pulled toward Kuro.
It seemed Kuro had decided to cover for him.
“Nice one, Kuro!”
[□＆○％＄■☆♭＊♪]
Kuro quickly erected a barrier to block the additional lightning bolts that followed. The dark spiritual energies clashed violently, crackling before dissipating.
“Then I’ll crush you!”
[OOOOOOOH!!]
The Demon King’s left arm grotesquely swelled and was raised high into the sky before being brought down with immense force.
It felt as if the darkened sky itself was falling. Faced with this terrifying sight, Rourke calmly focused strength into his still-numb arm.
“……Hoo~”
The Demon King, formed from dark spiritual energy, was incredibly durable and regenerated almost instantly no matter how much damage it took.
However, being made of spiritual energy also gave it a critical weakness:
every time it was injured and regenerated, the density of its spiritual energy fluctuated. With each slash or piercing strike, some of its spiritual energy scattered, creating weak, brittle spots throughout its body.
Rourke identified one such spot—a thin, fragile area at the joint of the descending arm—and swung his sword upward.
“Hah!”
“!?”
The Demon King’s left arm soared through the air.
Kay’s eyes widened in shock at the sight, but in the next moment, his expression shifted to a grin as he waved his baton.
“What!?”
Now it was Rourke’s turn to be stunned.
Following Kay’s command, the Demon King’s left arm didn’t regenerate. Instead, it disintegrated into particles, transforming from an arm into a sword, which the Demon King’s right hand then gripped tightly.
“Demon King Sword, Tyrfing!”
The dark sword descended.
Though the Demon King had lost an arm, the destructive power of the sword it now wielded was immense, leaving a massive scar in the ground.
“Impressive, Trallus!!”
Rourke, barely dodging the slash, ran through the rising debris, voicing his admiration.
He then landed on a particularly large piece of rubble and raised his sword.
As the evil spirit, Kuro, floated behind him, an enormous amount of dark spiritual energy poured into Rourke’s sword spirit.
This was it—the decisive moment.
Realizing this, Kay poured all of his spiritual energy into the Demon King. He even ordered his spirits to redirect the energy they’d been using to maintain his barrier into the Demon King, prompting confused protests from them.
Siren and Lorelei, who had merged into spirit armor, sent clear signals of refusal, but Kay silenced them.
This decision was uncharacteristic of him.
Kay, who usually prioritized a perfect balance of offense and defense, always ensured his defenses were solid, even when unleashing powerful techniques.
But in this moment, he discarded all thoughts of contingency.
This wasn’t the mindset of Kay Trallus, the artist—it was the determination of Kay Trallus, the spirit master.
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A burning desire for victory welled up from the depths of his chest.
And so, he poured every last bit of his and his spirits’ spiritual energy into the Demon King.
“Are you sure about leaving yourself defenseless!? You’ll get hurt!!”
“I don’t need it! Worry about yourself instead!!”
“Mind your own business!!”
As they finished shouting, the two exchanged smiles.
Naturally, neither of them considered the possibility of losing. Defense was unnecessary—they would pour everything into this single strike.
“Contact the barrier team immediately! Strengthen the barrier now! If this power isn’t contained, it’ll shatter!!”
Albert quickly contacted the barrier team maintaining the arena’s barrier as the two combatants’ spiritual energy surged to unprecedented levels. He judged that the collision of their attacks could potentially destroy the barrier.
“…………Hah.”
This strike would decide everything.
As the decisive moment approached, Rourke’s heart burned with anticipation, but he also calmly assessed his chances of victory.
Considering the amount of spiritual energy he’d already consumed and his original reserves, defeat seemed highly likely. Nine times out of ten, he would lose if this clash proceeded as it was.
——So what!
He discarded that thought.
Who cared about the odds? Only a fool would think about defeat before delivering the final blow.
He wouldn’t consider losing—he’d make up for any shortcomings with sheer willpower.
He would throw everything he had into this.
Rourke deliberately stopped thinking.
That’s why he didn’t notice. The
overwhelming focus that maximized his spiritual energy efficiency, the spiritual energy that should’ve still been insufficient—Kuro had been supplementing it.
From midway through the battle, Kuro had been returning the spiritual energy Rourke poured into him, using his own energy to cast spirit arts.
Rourke could fight on equal terms far more than he realized.
And so, even as he believed he was at a disadvantage, he swung his sword, but still convinced of his victory.
“For my victory!”
“For my victory!”
The vast darkness the two had gathered infused their swords.
“Lose!”
“Fall!”
Rourke swung his sword down. Kay swung his baton down.
“Heavy Sword, Kagura!!”
“Tyrfing!!”
Two slashes, each unleashed with absolute confidence in their victory, collided, scattering black sparks.
“OOOOOH!!”
“AAAAAH!!”
Strikes imbued with their full spiritual energy.
They didn’t think about the consequences—they sought only victory.
The two slashes clashed, scattering spiritual energy and shattering the ground around them, even cracking the barrier.
“Hahahaha!!”
The shockwaves left countless red lines on their cheeks and arms.
Beyond that, the excruciating pain of pushing their bodies beyond their limits to release spiritual energy coursed through them, but Kay Trallus laughed as if it didn’t matter.
His opponent had thrown everything at him, and he was receiving it with his entire being.
And more than anything—how exhilarating it was to throw everything he had and have his opponent receive it.
His body screamed that it couldn’t take any more, that it had reached its limit, but his heart roared with joy, urging him to push further.
His heart pulsed fiercely.
“Ah, this is truly magnificent!!”
Is this what battle is!?
Is this what a battle between spirit masters is!?
“Guh!”
“Giiiih!”
Both of their faces twisted in pain, but in the next moment, they smiled and mustered their final strength. They squeezed out every last drop of spiritual energy, everything they had.
“HAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!”
Their roars echoed through the arena, and——this match, which felt both long and short, came to an end.
“………!!”
“………!?”
The two massive spiritual energies that had clashed expanded violently, and with a deafening explosion, the entire arena was engulfed in darkness.
***＊＊
The two darknesses, scattering sparks, exploded with a thunderous roar, and as the dust settled, everyone searched for the two figures in the arena.
“Who won!?”
“I can’t tell! The dust is too thick!!”
“Tch!”
What had happened?
Who had won? Who was still standing? Or had both fallen?
“……”
Gareth silently stared at the arena.
“What happened?”
“I don’t know. I can’t sense either of their spiritual energies.”
Lily answered Celia’s confused question, explaining that her spiritual energy detection couldn’t locate either of them.
It was the result of them throwing everything they had at each other.
“……Who, who…”
“Haha, who do you think?”
Mary desperately strained her eyes to see who was standing, while Akari, beside her, smiled cheerfully.
“……Rourke-senpai.”
Meanwhile, Leia, standing beside her friends, quietly murmured his name.
There were many things she was curious about, many things she wanted to ask.
But for now, she simply believed he was standing unharmed and turned her gaze to the arena.
As everyone watched with their own thoughts and emotions, the dust gradually cleared, revealing the scene within.
“…………He’s standing.”
Loxley quietly murmured as he noticed a black figure standing in the still-dusty arena.
It was impossible to tell who it was—both were of similar height, and the figure’s silhouette was still unclear in the lingering dust.
“President! That’s…!”
“…………!”
At the shout of Sena, the student council secretary, Misha turned her gaze in slight surprise. As the dust cleared, the identity of the standing figure was finally revealed.
The person standing was——-
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