If the weapon the Demon Lord uses for charged attacks is an Eastern samurai sword.
This posture can be called "iaido waist".
The Demon Lord's "Reverse Draw" will exhibit a different kind of destructive power.
The chilling energy that filled the barrier gathered around the Demon Lord, roaring and swirling continuously. As soon as the Demon Lord drew his true blade, the barrier-like chilling energy turned from defense to offense, transforming into hundreds of scattered vacuum blades that sliced through the roaring fire dragon like cutting flowers.
"Draw Sword and Whirlwind Realm" cuts through magical attacks.
The shattered pillar of fire broke into countless sparks and fragments, densely covering the surrounding area.
Fred's emblem is "Radiance of the North," and its characteristics, as just demonstrated, are completely unafraid of fire magic.
But why did Firsa, knowing this, act so recklessly? Could it be that he was blinded by anger and madness when facing the enemy who killed his family?
Fred underestimated Philsa's strength and intellect. Before the Demon Lord's eyes, the Phosphorescent Knight reappeared amidst the scattered fragments of crimson lotus, and charged at the Demon Lord with an ice sword at an unprecedented speed.
The emblem wielded by Felsa was nearing the end of its duration, and the released ice magic had reached its critical point. Therefore, he intended to make a desperate attack, even though he knew the chances of a fatal blow were extremely slim.
Faced with Philsa's lightning-fast attack, Fred had no choice but to abandon his "drawing sword" stance and raise his sword to defend himself.
Philsa's sword, glowing with a blue light, swiftly struck Fred's defensive sword, severing it in half, scabbard and all.
Thanks to the broken sword's defense, Philsana's "Ice Dance" attack was slightly slowed down.
So Fred easily dodged the sword's edge and then struck his opponent's cheek with his elbow.
Philsa was easily knocked off balance by the blow, and he swayed to the side, putting some distance between himself and the Demon Lord.
Having lost the blessing of the emblem, the phosphorescent light on Felsa's body gradually disappeared as he knelt down.
Fred did not intend to pursue them; his weapon was already useless, so he decisively threw it on the ground.
He transformed into the aurora once more and appeared at the top of another building a short time later, at a distance from Philsala.
As Philsa panted, he gazed at the demon lord Fred, who stood high in the distance.
He can no longer rely on the emblem and phosphorescence to teleport, and he can't catch up with the Demon Lord's pace for the time being.
However, the Demon Lord had meticulously planned for this, and taking advantage of the fact that the other party could not reach him in a short time, he began to chant a magic spell.
Firsa, resting on the ground, remained still, trying to figure out what tricks his opponent was up to.
Is Fred going to cast a powerful area-of-effect spell to blast himself to death?
Based on the information about the magical fluctuations around him provided by his "magic perception" ability, Philsa analyzed the types of spells.
Then, he immediately rejected the Demon Lord's idea of using offensive magic.
He discovered that the Demon Lord was chanting a teleportation spell.
Fred wanted to escape? No, impossible. In the battle just now, he hadn't gained the upper hand. On the contrary, Fred had been constantly suppressing him, and he was in a passive fighting position.
Whether in terms of the power of the emblem, magical martial arts, or physical skills, he is several levels inferior.
As he was pondering this, Philsa discovered that a rift in spacetime had appeared and opened before Fred.
The crack, like the gaping maw of a monster, gradually opened and spat out a sharp weapon.
The sword has a slender, dark blue hilt, an oddly asymmetrical guard, and finally reveals a black and gold blade that is over a meter long.
The Demon Lord's second double-edged sword was magically transferred to its master.
The Demon Lord brandished his beloved sword in mid-air, its black blade slicing through the air with a silvery sheen. The sword's length was astonishing, even causing the tip to leave a shallow gash in the ground. Yet, despite this, the Demon Lord's swordplay remained refined.
Previously, Philsa attacked with a pillar of fire to provoke Fred into drawing his sword.
After a sword is drawn, it must be sheathed before a second draw can be performed. This creates a gap in the attack.
Felsa cleverly seized this opportunity to launch a powerful attack, successfully disarming the Demon Lord. While this move seemed successful, Felsa did not gain the upper hand in the battle.
The Demon Lord summoned his real sword.
According to his memory, the Demon Lord Fred believed that Philsa was forbidden by his sister from learning magic and martial arts and becoming a knight.
Contrary to his wishes, he defied his family's wishes, diligently practiced demonic martial arts, and mastered them, embarking on a path to slay demons.
“You’re so stubborn… Philsa Danlithal…”
The Demon Lord sighed inwardly, then felt a surge of anger.
He pointed the sword at Felsa, clearly understanding his question about the strange sword, and explained in a booming voice that resonated through the air:
"What is engraved on this sword of mine is not fame or legend, but the shared aspiration of myself and my friends—the determination and will to unite the human and demon realms and achieve peace!"
The light of the emblem on the Demon Lord's body never faded even slightly.
On the contrary, it shines even brighter because of its ever-expanding sense of grand ambition.
Witnessing Fred glowing with phosphorescence, Philsa knew that he could no longer rely on the emblem for the time being, and the only thing he could depend on was the two pieces of armor he was wearing.
Seeing that she was temporarily free of any discomfort, she was truly grateful for Sherry's special medicine. Philsa silently chanted an incantation, unleashing further magical power.
The sensation of magic flowing spread from the magic veins throughout the body, while the gauntlet shield remained a heptagon woven from magical light.
The swords he held in his hands changed shape due to the abundant magic power, transforming into a pair of swords each emanating red and blue mist. That was the ultimate form of the Iceflame Sword Franzane when his magic power was fully unleashed.
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