[84] The Unreasonable Absolute GodSpeed

That's right, he could go even faster!

Just now, Kuraudo wasn't going all out. His neural reaction speed had actually surpassed 0.05 seconds, reaching 0.04, or even 0.03 seconds!

This was his true full power.

"——Yamata no Orochi!"

Using all the strength in his body!

Exerting every ounce of his ability!

The pinnacle of , a technique that only the Sword Eater, Kuraudo, could achieve!

Eight consecutive slashes in the exact same instant!

A dull, eight-headed skeletal giant snake bared its ferocious fangs, lunging at the swordsman who was as calm as a still lake.

This was the Sword Eater's talent.

With such talent, no swordsman could possibly be his match. Therefore, he had an overwhelming advantage against swordsmen.

——But Eiji was not among them.

At this moment.

In Eiji's eyes, the entire world had slowed down, becoming 0.5 times or even slower.

Being in such a world, it felt as if even his heart had become tranquil.

His gaze grew profound, as if a deep pool lay within, one that you couldn't escape from once drawn in.

——The speed of neural reactions is determined by the transmission speed of neurons.

Neurons, also known as nerve cells, are the basic structural and functional units of the human nervous system. They receive, generate, and conduct sensory information. All human reactions to the external world are based on the transmission of nerve cells.

In other words, the faster the transmission of nerve cells, the faster a person's neural reaction speed.

The reason Kuraudo's reflex speed was so fast was because his nerve cells were extremely active, transmitting information far faster than an average person.

But he was too unlucky.

In this instant.

Because Eiji had set his reflex speed to surpass Kuraudo, the activity of the nerve cells in his body surged, and the speed of information transmission had already surpassed Kuraudo.

It was true that Kuraudo hadn't gone all out, and it was also true that he could go even faster.

But the power of was the power of causation. It could overturn all impossibilities, making the phenomenon of "Eiji being absolutely faster than his opponent" a reality.

The faster the opponent, the faster his speed would become!

Kuraudo's full power would only become the fuel for Eiji to surpass himself.

He had tried his best.

But there wasn't much reason to be found in this world.

Causation Interference abilities were notoriously unreasonable.

Eiji slowly raised his arm.

He took a step forward, charging toward the Sword Eater with a firm stride.

In the state of Godspeed Reflex, he could clearly feel how heavy his body was, moving as if stuck in a swamp, extremely difficult.

His weak body couldn't keep up with his current reflex speed.

But it didn't matter.

After identifying the blade, there was no longer a need for Godspeed Reflex.

Buzz——!

The hand holding the sword suddenly accelerated!

With a speed faster than his opponent's, he swung the sword.

"——Demonic Light Flowing Blade · Tension!"

The silver blade collided with one of the snake heads from above.

Slash!

Slash!

As the blades clashed, cutting winds swept past, leaving several wounds on Eiji's face and body.

But he paid no attention, not even blinking, concentrating all his strength into the blade, focusing all the force on the point of impact.

Bang——!!

The skeletal blade was knocked far away, crashing into the wooden wall.

This real snake head was broken, and the other illusory snake heads dissipated like a mirage.

After all, without reaching the level of spatial folding, the so-called "instant eight consecutive slashes" was a joke!

Eiji's hands trembled violently.

The recoil from the clashing blades caused his palms to split instantly.

But he didn't stop for even a moment, taking a large step forward, crossing the final distance in an instant, arriving in front of Kuraudo, who was filled with astonishment.

Thud!

The sound of steel piercing flesh rang out.

Two figures crossed paths.   

The entire dojo fell into dead silence.

Both Kanata and Ayase widened their eyes, looking at the decided outcome in the arena.

Eiji stood behind Kuraudo, holding a bloodied sword.

On the blade was both Kuraudo's blood and his own.

Drip!

Blood dripped to the ground.

Kuraudo looked down at his chest.

A deep gash was embedded there, crimson blood continuously spilling from his body.

Ha...

He had lost.

But——

"...What a thrilling fight."

Kuraudo raised his head, gazing at the night stars through the hollow ceiling of the dojo, his face gradually filled with exhilaration.

"I'll return the dojo to you. I'll take my people and leave. There's no need to wait here any longer."

Even if he waited, Ayase Ayatsuji wouldn't become the second Kaito Ayatsuji, unable to quench his thirst.

Besides, he was satisfied.

This fight was more intense than any he had experienced before. These two years of waiting hadn't been in vain.

The device dissipated in his hand, and Kuraudo let out a satisfied sigh before walking out of the dojo, his back disappearing from the sight of the three behind him.

"Hey, Claude, why did you suddenly collapse?"

"Wasn't that a massive blood loss? He was just putting on a brave face earlier!"

"He's passed out. Call an ambulance!"

Outside the dojo, more than ten people frantically carried the unconscious Kuraudo away, heading toward the mountains.

"Wait."

But a voice suddenly came from the dojo behind them, sounding like the grim reaper calling for their lives, causing them to stop in their tracks.

"You stay."

Kuraudo appeared at the dojo entrance, pointing at one of the students with a mohawk, signaling with his chin.

"...Me?"

The mohawk pointed at himself.

After receiving Eiji's confirmation, his face twisted into a smile uglier than crying.

Better you than me.

The others quickly carried Kuraudo away, leaving only the trembling mohawk behind.

Seeing the mohawk's ingratiating smile, Eiji stepped forward, slowly walking up to him.

The smile on his face gradually warmed.

"It was you, wasn't it? The one who punched me in the face at the restaurant?"

"Ah... well..."

The mohawk's forehead broke out in cold sweat, his eyes darting around.

Thud!

Before he could come up with a good excuse, Eiji struck him with the back of his sword, knocking him to the ground.

"You dare hit my face! You dare hit my face! Do you not know how to write the word 'death'...!"

Eiji struck the mohawk's face more than a dozen times, leaving him bruised, teary-eyed, and with teeth flying everywhere. It was clear he was disfigured.

"Get lost."

With that command, the mohawk fled as if granted amnesty, disappearing in a flash.

"Hmm..."

Kanata walked up behind Eiji, pondering slightly.

"Eiji, the 'important matter' you mentioned earlier, was it...?"

"Of course."

Eiji turned around, his expression completely natural.

"He punched me in the face! Did you expect me to let it slide?"

I, Eiji, speak my mind.

If I don't like something, I'll speak up. If I dislike someone, I'll cut them down.

I never compromise myself.

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