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It is also a precise psychological attack.
Sure enough, upon hearing the words "the holy sword of destruction," Kiba Yuuto's body stiffened abruptly.
The color drained from his face, and in his golden pupils, an uncontrollable mix of hatred and pain surged. His knuckles were white as he gripped the sword hilt.
This is the sword!
It was this "comrade" who wielded the holy sword who pushed all his friends and all his hopes into the abyss of despair!
"Yuto!"
Rias gasped in surprise, looking at him with concern.
Everyone's attention was focused on Kiba Yuto.
Compared to Saeko Busujima, who is calm and enjoys the battle, Yuto Kiba's condition is clearly a huge hidden danger.
He possesses great strength, but the hatred deeply rooted in his soul is like a time bomb, threatening to make him lose his mind and limit his true power at any moment.
"minister……"
Kiba Yuto closed his eyes, his chest heaving violently.
After a few breaths, he opened his eyes again, and the storm in his eyes had subsided, leaving only a calm as still as water.
"Please rest assured, Minister and Mr. Zhou."
His voice was slightly hoarse, but his tone was incredibly firm.
"I've adjusted my mindset and won't get upset by a few trash words anymore, which would affect my performance."
"Some things, in the end, must be severed by one's own hands."
Saeko Busujima stepped forward and stood next to Yuto Kiba, her hand lightly resting on the hilt of her sword. She gave the two nuns opposite her a bloodthirsty smile.
"I'm here, and we can start anytime."
That undisguised fighting spirit made the air feel hot and bothersome.
Genovia and Irina, standing behind Griselda, also stepped forward in a confrontational manner.
"I couldn't ask for more!" Xenovia ripped off the cloth from her back, revealing the grotesque greatsword.
Irina also gripped her weapon, her face flushed with excitement.
"We're ready too!"
"it is good."
Zhou Ye nodded in satisfaction.
"Now that everything is ready, then..."
He raised his right hand and snapped his fingers lightly.
"Let's get started."
Snapped!
There was a crisp sound of snapping fingers.
The entire scene of the Supernatural Research Department instantly distorted and stretched in everyone's eyes, like a canvas being kneaded by an invisible giant hand.
The next second, the light and shadow are reconstructed.
They were no longer in that familiar room, but standing in a vast, boundless white space.
Beneath my feet were hard white bricks, and above me was an endless pale sky.
A colossal arena, filled with an aura of holiness and solemnity, appeared out of thin air before everyone.
[House of Time and Spirit], [Arena] module, activated.
Rias and Sona were alright, as they had already witnessed Zhou Ye's unpredictable and mysterious methods.
The three of them, including Griselda, were completely shocked.
what is this?
Space transfer?
Barrier magic?
No, neither!
Griselda could clearly sense that the laws of space and the flow of time here were completely different from those outside!
Create a subspace out of thin air?
This is something only a god could do!
What kind of monster is this man named Zhou Ye?
[The God-Slaying Tool [End]... Is this the power of [End]? Creation and termination... As expected, the information was wildly wrong!]
Zhou Ye ignored their shock, as if he had done something insignificant, and announced the rules on his own.
"Both sides enter the arena."
"There is no time limit for the competition."
"The game ends when one side loses all its weapons, or becomes unconscious, or voluntarily surrenders."
He looked at Griselda and raised an eyebrow.
"Is it possible?"
It took Griselda several seconds to recover from the shock.
She forced down the turmoil in her heart and tried her best to maintain a calm facade.
"Can.".
Chapter 179 Competition 2
Inside the arena, the four stood apart.
A somber atmosphere quickly spread through the empty white space.
Holding the menacing [Destructive Holy Sword], Xenovia Quata glanced around and confirmed that they had been brought to an inexplicable arena by powerful spatial forces.
She stopped thinking about the source of this power and focused all her attention on the enemy in front of her.
Yuto Kiba, a former test subject of the Church's Holy Sword Project, is a defector with great potential.
Saeko Busujima, according to the information, is Zhou Ye's subordinate, a woman full of unknowns.
“Irina.” Xenovia’s voice was as cold and hard as iron.
"I'll deal with Saeko Busujima, you deal with him."
Upon hearing this, Irina Zifang deftly twirled the katana in her hand, and golden light flowed as it transformed into a highly resilient soft sword.
Her face was filled with holy fervor, but her gaze toward Kiba Yuto was full of pity and disdain.
“Okay, Genovia.”
"Unfortunately, I cannot personally destroy this traitor who has turned his back on the Lord's glory."
"Lord, please forgive me for not being able to show him mercy in the future."
traitor!
These two words, like two red-hot steel needles, pierced deep into Kiba Yuto's soul.
His body began to tremble uncontrollably.
Those golden pupils instantly turned bloodshot, becoming fierce and violent.
Hatred, pain, the despair of betrayal—all the suppressed emotions burst forth at this moment.
“Ahhhhh——!”
Kiba Yuuto let out a suppressed roar, his magic power erupting out of control.
Swish swish!
On the ground, dozens of demonic swords of various shapes and sizes burst forth madly, their tips pointing haphazardly in all directions, exuding a violent aura of destruction.
[Tsk, I still lost my composure.]
In the audience, Zhou Ye crossed his legs, rested his chin on one hand, and his expression remained unchanged.
[Fine, if we don't push him to his limit, how can we expect him to rebuild himself? Psychological trauma is better addressed through guidance than suppression. Let him vent it all at once, then cut the wound off personally – that's the right way.]
Rias stood up nervously, her hands clenched tightly, her knuckles turning white.
"Yuto..."
She could sense that Kiba Yuto's mental state was extremely unstable at the moment, which could be fatal in battle.
Seeing this, Irina's smile widened.
“Look, Xenovia, this is what happens when you are seduced by a demon. You can’t even control your own power. How pathetic.”
Xenovia didn't speak, but gripped the Holy Sword of Destruction tightly in her hand, watching Saeko Busujima warily.
She could sense that the woman in front of her was far more dangerous than the handsome man who had lost control of his emotions.
Just as Kiba Yuto was about to be completely consumed by anger, a clear, cold voice rang in his ear.
"Hey."
Saeko Busujima didn't turn around. Her hand was already on the hilt of her sword, and she was like a drawn blade, her aura constantly rising.
"Your enemy is on the other side."
Her voice wasn't loud, but it carried a sharp edge that could cut through anything.
"Your current state, controlled by memories and anger, is truly unsightly."
"If this is the level of Gremory's retinue, then I might as well do it alone."
"Don't get in my way here."
Kiba Yuto's body jolted violently.