"The wanted criminal of the "Fierce Ghost" level, Amamiya Haruki." The halo in the left eye of the Yellow Robe Oracle locked onto Amamiya Haruki and spoke calmly, "If it was a few years ago, your master had fought me with this sword, he might have been able to draw with me, but you... are not qualified."

Amamiya Haruki narrowed his eyes slightly, with a burning fighting spirit in his eyes, "How do you know if you don't try?"

As soon as he finished speaking, his figure flashed and disappeared into the rain. Then a flash of blade light flashed through the air and slashed towards the yellow-robed oracle at an extremely tricky angle.

The halo in the yellow-robed oracle's eyes was locked on a certain corner. The halos in his hands were raised like lightning, and as if he had foreseen the future, they collided with the dark blue long sword. He looked at the solemn face of the sword queen, Amamiya Haruki, and a teasing smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Your swordsmanship and the use of [Rain Breach] were all taught by your master. He was defeated by me so many times in the past. I have already figured out your methods very well. Your sword... cannot hurt me."

The halo activated [Rain Collapse], and the yellow-robed oracle's right fist went straight to Amamiya Haruki's face. The dazzling halo drew a golden track in the air, which made Amamiya Haruki's eyes a little black.

He clenched his teeth, endured the severe pain with his eyes, and captured the trajectory of the light wheel. He raised the long sword again like lightning and blocked the light wheel with great risk.

Bang--!!

The yellow-robed oracle seemed to have predicted his actions long ago. He turned sideways in the rain and kicked Amamiya Haruki hard in the chest, making a dull loud noise!

Amamiya Haruki flew backwards, barely managed to keep his balance in the air, and fell back to the ground with some staggers.

He covered his eyes that were burned by the aperture with one hand, coughed a few times, raised his head again, and squinted his red eyes to look at the yellow-robed oracle who was slowly walking towards him not far away.

The opponent seemed to be very familiar with his moves, and could even predict from which angle in the rain he would attack through his movements, and counterattack in the most effective way... As the master said, Oracle No. 2 was an extremely tricky person.

"The upper limit of Huojin Swords was determined when they were forged, but how much power they can exert depends on the sword master himself." The yellow-robed Oracle said as he walked, "Although your use of [Rain Breach] has reached a high level, it is still a long way from your master's [Rain Breach] which has reached the highest level.

If your master could exert 95% of the power of [Rain Breach] back then, then you now can only exert 60% at most, which is just barely passing.

If you want to beat me, practice for another ten years."

Barely passing?

Amamiya Haruki tightly grasped the dark blue long sword and looked at the yellow-robed oracle walking in the rain. The terrifying sense of oppression brought by the other party exceeded that of every oracle he had ever seen... and he knew very well in his heart that until now, this oracle had not used his full strength.

If he continues like this, he will never be able to defeat the opponent, and the opponent also has the power to listen to the voices of a large area. It will be extremely difficult to escape from him.

I can only take a gamble!

Amamiya Haruki took a deep breath, as if he had made up his mind, and a look of determination appeared in his eyes.

He bit his tongue hard, and a fishy and salty taste rushed into his mouth. He suddenly sprayed a blood mist at the blade of [Yubeng] in front of him. The blood mist mixed with rain water and adhered to the surface of the blade. The originally dark blue blade was stained with a strange blood red.

He grasped the hilt of the knife, turned the blade, and thrust it forcefully into the puddle of rainwater beneath him!

At the same time, in the reflection of the puddle, the sword spirit in white clothes and white hair simultaneously pulled out the identical [Yubeng] from his waist and inserted it into the puddle from the other side. The shadows of the two long swords overlapped each other.

boom--!!

An invisible wave of air exploded with Amamiya Haruki as the center, his blue-gray floral yukata fluttered, his black hair began to turn white at a speed visible to the naked eye, and his cold eyes revealed an indescribable charm.

In the puddle, the reflection of the sword spirit in white clothes and white hair is gradually fading away...

He and the sword spirit are merging into one.

When the reflection of the sword soul completely disappeared, Amamiya Haruki pulled [Yubeng] out of the puddle with force. The blade trembled and made a slight sound. His white hair was wet by the rain, and his whole temperament changed drastically!

The white-haired Amemiya stood in the ruins, holding a blood-stained dark blue sword in his hand, with murderous intent in his eyes!

Yurina stood behind Amamiya Haruki, staring at his back in a daze. She felt that Amamiya-san seemed a little strange at the moment...

"Rain God?" The Yellow Robe Oracle frowned slightly when he saw this scene. "You can actually merge with the Sword Soul to this extent... It seems that your talent limit is much higher than your master's. However, this state will consume lifespan, right?"

"It doesn't matter." The white-haired Amemiya said calmly, "As long as I can live to witness the day when this country is overthrown... that's enough."

As soon as he finished speaking, he slowly raised the blood-stained [Rain Breach] in his hand. In an instant, a large number of raindrops falling from the sky seemed to be strung together by an invisible thin rope. As the blade fell, they gathered into a rain line with almost no thickness, and were cut out lightly.

The yellow-robed oracle's pupils shrank slightly, and he quickly dodged, but the speed of the rain line was too fast, and half of his left hand was still swept by the silk thread.

boom--!!!

Behind the place where the yellow-robed oracle was standing, a group of tall buildings were cut in half. The cuts were extremely smooth. In the night, the group collapsed with a loud bang. The deafening sound of collapse echoed in the sky, like a buzzing thunder.

This knife directly cut off half of Dotonbori.

At the same time, a thin line of blood appeared on the left hand of the yellow-robed oracle. Half of his palm had been cut open by the rain and was chopped off, with blood spurting out!

The yellow-robed oracle's face darkened slightly, and just as he was about to make a move, the figure of Amamiya Haruki appeared in front of him out of thin air. He slashed with his sword expressionlessly, and the rain line, which was almost not thick, cut him in half directly from the center!

After the rain line cut the oracle, it also turned the remaining half of Dotonbori into ruins. The streets that were originally prosperous and bright as day were now plunged into darkness. The loud explosion of the collapse made Yurina cover her ears with her hands.

Amamiya Haruki stood there quietly, looking at the yellow-robed oracle who was cut into two pieces by him, without any joy in his eyes.

He knew that "heart disaster" could not be killed so easily.

As if to confirm his idea, a figure slowly walked to the end of the street. It was a forty-year-old office worker who looked ordinary, but the next moment, his body and appearance rapidly twisted, and finally transformed into the appearance of a yellow-robed oracle!

The halo in his left eye locked onto Amamiya Haruki, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"I guess your master must have told you what my ability is..." He spoke slowly, "The existence of the flesh will eventually come to an end, but the power of the mind is eternal... My 'Heart Disaster' can turn any human who fears me from the bottom of their hearts within a radius of ten kilometers into my original form.

Everyone who fears me could be me.

And I am the oracle, the messenger of God feared and revered by humans...

Here, within a ten-kilometer radius, there are 3,224 people in total, and 3,192 of them are deeply afraid of my existence.

Congratulations, you killed 1/3192 of me."

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