The New Black Swordsman.

I used the spirit manifestation alongside my own body to repeatedly punch him in the same places again and again till he drops his weapon.

"Y'know, when a swordsman drops his weapon.. his chance of winning is close to zero." I said, sympathetic about his situation.. or am I!? I punched a hole through his solar plexus as he tried running away.

"You are going too far, thought I was going to end without using my black swordsman title but guess you deserve it."

His blade enlarged, almost a fucking greatsword as his aura changed.

A grim, dark and dangerous aura was emitted from him as for once I felt like it was true fear.

"True fear? Yeah that only exists if you're weaker." I said, overcoming my limits and charging straight towards him.

"I'm coming! I'm coming! I'm coming!" Strong opponents make me go crazy, almost like I have become addicted to fighting.

This one's crazy though, the aura I'm feeling..