Chapter 215: The Power of Space

Aizawa's twin scythes danced in his hands as if alive, their chains twisting and slithering like serpents in the air. Each slash of the blades carved sharp, gleaming arcs, slicing through the air with a piercing whistle that carried a sense of annihilation, as though threatening to tear the entire space apart.

Across from him, Hayato carried Usagi on his back yet moved without the slightest hint of awkwardness. He weaved through the silvery web of scythes with movements as fluid as a phantom, his steps unnervingly precise. Every dodge looked like a dancer's step on the edge of a blade, teetering between life and death. His sharp gaze carried a faint smirk, tinged with a mad exhilaration, as if this battle of bloodshed was his true stage.

"Haha, too slow!" Hayato licked his lips, his dagger spinning in his hand to reflect a cold gleam. Each slash shattered the flying debris hurtling his way, sending shards exploding mid-air like fireworks, their brilliance highlighting his unhinged joy.

Yet Aizawa remained unshaken. His attacks rained down like a relentless storm. The twin scythes spun into a continuous flurry of silvery light, each strike splitting the ground with explosive force. Dirt and debris shot upward, shredding the battlefield into chaos, as if heralding the arrival of an apocalypse.

The suffocating tension of slaughter filled the air. The surrounding atmosphere felt dense with blood and steel, suffusing every breath with an unbearable weight. Hayato, however, thrived in this hellish scene, his movements growing smoother with each passing second. Every attack he made was a perfect blend of speed and precision, forming a sharp contrast with Aizawa's ferocious onslaught—a duel of untamed wildness against refined grace.

Just as Hayato attempted to gain distance, Aizawa's low voice echoed through the battlefield: "Subspace."

In an instant, the trajectory of the scythes shifted as if space itself had warped. The slashes bore an inescapable pressure, surging toward Hayato like a tempest tearing through the night. Hayato's movements faltered ever so slightly, clearly recognizing the peculiar nature of this strike. Yet he did not panic. Twisting mid-air, he hurled his dagger with a precise flick, the blade shining like a comet streaking toward Aizawa's scythe.

Clang!

The dagger collided with the scythe, sparks scattering in all directions. The scythe's path veered just enough for the attack to graze past Hayato's side. However, a sharp, glass-like crackling noise suddenly filled the air, shrill and ominous.

"What?" Hayato's pupils contracted. He hastily leapt back, his landing steady but betraying a hint of unease.

From afar, Rinro's eyes fixated on Aizawa. His throat bobbed as he muttered in a low voice, "This man... truly terrifying."

Aizawa remained silent, his long bangs shifting slightly in the battle's gusts. Slowly, he lifted his eyes, his gaze devoid of emotion, brimming only with killing intent. Holding his scythes tightly, the chains dragging across the ground emitted a foreboding, metallic rasp, heralding death's approach.

Hayato's grin widened into a manic smile, his dagger spinning in his palm. "Heh, compressing space, huh? How interesting—"

The atmosphere froze, tension hanging thick as a storm brewed for an even fiercer clash.

Aizawa's twin scythes shimmered in the air, their chains slicing through with piercing winds. Each swing seemed to tear the very fabric of reality. With the release of "Subspace," an invisible force pressed down on the battlefield, making the very air hum faintly.

"Try escaping," Aizawa said coldly, his voice calm but laced with an undeniable dominance.

Standing a distance away, Hayato's crazed smile never wavered, his eyes alight with excitement. His dagger whirled rapidly, tracing arcs of icy light before he hurled it toward Aizawa without hesitation. The blade tore through the night, exuding a biting chill as it neared its target. Yet, just before impact, the surrounding air froze, as though seized by an invisible hand.

A low hum resonated as "Subspace" expanded. The dagger, caught within the twisted space, began to crumble, its metallic form compressed into dust. The sparkling fragments floated in the moonlit sky like scattered stardust, their fleeting glimmer a testament to their brief existence.

"Hahaha!! Fascinating—absolutely fascinating!!" Hayato's excitement peaked, his lips curling in exhilaration. He leapt back abruptly, widening the distance. Yet no matter how far he moved, Aizawa's scythes trailed him like shadows, their paths unnervingly precise.

"There's no escaping my reach," Aizawa stated icily, the relentless strikes of his scythes pursuing Hayato like living entities.

Instead of despair, Hayato's manic laughter grew louder. His movements, ghostly and agile, twisted at impossible angles to narrowly evade each strike. He danced at death's edge, taunting the very idea of mortality.

But suddenly, the aftershock of "Subspace" surged like an invisible blade. A faint strand of Usagi's hair floated down, severed by the formless pressure. Startled, she stiffened against Hayato's back, her breathing quickened, betraying her inner fear.

"Usagi!!" Hayato's crazed grin vanished as he spun to check on her. His voice, now wild and piercing, erupted, "Who dared touch her?! WHO DARED TOUCH HER?!"

Aizawa remained expressionless, his gaze unwavering. He lifted his scythes again, the air around him spiraling inward. Leaves and broken branches from the forest floor were drawn toward the vortex forming at the blades' center. It was as if the entire world was collapsing into this maelstrom of destruction.

"Enough. It ends here."

With those cold words, Aizawa unleashed his full strength. The scythes descended, bringing unparalleled devastation. The earth quaked, splitting under the force, and the surrounding forest fell in a cacophony of shattered wood and deafening explosions, like a natural disaster had been unleashed.

Amid the chaos, Hayato gazed at the apocalyptic scene, his grin returning, even wider. He licked his cracked lips, his eyes blazing with unrestrained fervor. "I'll kill you, you bastard! I'll kill you for sure!"

Even as destruction closed in on him, Hayato stood firm, his body coiled like a spring, waiting for the perfect moment to strike back.