She unleashed her technique![\s]

The giant sword 「Redsweord」 created a tornado of sand with such force that it seemed to collapse even the mountain.

She unleashed her technique![\s]

The balustrade stretches straight out. It's 「Shunjin」!

It's not a defensive sword or kaken, but an open blade!

Open sword versus open blade—[\s]

Her qi shot out of her sword, and she headed straight for the opponent without hesitation!

She had risked her life to launch a desperate attack. Sushang seemed prepared for the clash—[\s]

But in reality, that wasn't the case.

 The idea of slamming an open sword into the opening was something I’d come up with when 「Shinkaze」 injured me. In the mysterious spiral of yellow and blue, Li Sushang made eye contact with a Raksha for just an instant 「......」

Her green eyes were vacant, but she was looking in her direction.

In that moment... Li Sushang completely believed in him.

 [em italic]I'm sure the Raksha will lend us a hand![/em]

And if the Raksha lends a hand—

I'll never lose!

It was a rough outline I’d made based on such thoughts, but the time had come to decide who would win or lose.

The Raksha raised his left hand behind the two of them, who were throwing all their strength into a sword.

The golden cross appeared in his hand out of nowhere and vanished as if on fire—[\s]

It was 「Oath of Judah」, one of the three greatest Divine Key Treasures in Shicksal!!!

The catalyst that was the legacy of an ancient god reappeared!

An invisible chain flew toward the Ma Feima's form, binding him!

Target... fixed!

Seriously... Prohibition!

The scene of Li Sushang and "Eagle"'s fight to the death, which happened about three nights ago.[\s]

Suddenly, Ma Feima's heart palpitated. His true spirit had vanished from his body...

[em italic]（What—?[/em][\s]

[em italic]What happened----?）[/em]

 In the span of a moment, Ma Feima’s thoughts raced through his mind and he found out what had caused it. [em italic]（The Raksha Demon!!!）[/em] The anticipation and joy that had been suppressed suddenly exploded. [em italic]（You've finally laid a hand on me!?）[/em] 「Very well!!」 Ma Feima shouted in a loud voice. 「That's what I have to do. Come at me!」

He loosened his grip and let go of the sword![\s]

—But the force of that mountain collapse had reached its peak, and there was no stopping it now.

It doesn't matter if I have my true feelings sealed away![\s]

The greatsword 「Redsweord」 flies forward with all its might!

 At the same time, Ma Feima brought his left hand forward. It was also an open sword: a mountain cave-in―

Even if he loses his Uchiko, this is still the sixth disciple of Taikyou Kenpai: Lord Mahiko—a veteran!

 He slammed a heavy blow from his well-developed muscles into the blade of an eavesdrop, pushing it upwards.

Shah----[\s]

And then...[\s]

Boom—

The kenjo grazed the top of Ma Feima’s head, slicing a few striations through his hair.[\s]

The crimson shadow flew right next to Sushang. Her young body was sucked in by a large force and dragged backward, falling onto the ground

 Her left shoulder was close to the crimson shadow. Because of that, she had been caught up in a sand flow and suffered deep enough wounds for her bones could be seen[\s]A new pain and an old one assaulted the girl all at once, knocking her unconscious.

Ma Feima won. The only technique he used was definitely 「Yamakuzure」

However, Ma Feima was also defeated because he hadn’t used 「Yamakuzure」 just once.

Li Sushang’s 「Shunjin」 was the fastest and most accurate way to open a sword

If she hadn't used 「Shunjin」, Sushang would never have posed a threat to Ma Feima in front of that mountain collapse.

 However, 「Shunjin」 wasn’t「Shinkaze」. That was why Ma Feima had been able to deflect the tip with pure muscle strength

Was that due to luck? No, it wasn't.[\s]

His ability to see techniques and analyze them was superior.[\s]

In short, there was a huge gap in ability.

This time too, it was a duel between life and death.[\s]

Ma Feima slowly turned around.[\s]

My opponent is worth putting all his strength into it.

 The Raksha stood nearby, motionless. His smile had vanished from his face; the calmness he’d been feeling earlier was gone 「You made a move.」 「You—you laid a hand on me!」

[em italic]Ah, thank goodness! This man was not a bloodless doll.

It looked like cold ice, but there were burning flames![/em]

 At this time, the joy of Ma Feima reached its peak. Gah!

A fist completely devoid of internal power struck the Raksha’s cheek.

Even though the Raksha had guessed his intentions, he didn’t try to dodge or block them

The Raksha's body fell into the desert.

He staggered to his feet.

 「...What kind of technique was that? Containing my true strength.」 A large man walked toward the blond one. 「Apparently there’s a mysterious technique called 『Gentenkaki』 in the southwest Frontier, but your skill is clearly different. You were so far away from me that how did you seal it? ...Could this be poisoned or something? No—when was she poisoning my body again」 「Oh, well. I don’t care about that at all

What's important is that you declared war through your actions.」

 Ma Feima stopped in front of the Raksha and appraised him, making no attempt to hide it. Blood oozed from the sand-scratched wound, and his handsome face looked very dirty. But he slowly stood up to straighten himself out before staring at Ma Feima with strange green eyes 「...Aren't you going to go get that sword?」 The Raksha asked. 「Huh? Don't worry about it. If you need something, then we can go and get them in time for the trip!」 「Besides, if you can seal away the seriousness of it all—relying too much on 『Redsweord』 will put us at a disadvantage.」 「......」 Ma Feima looked behind him as if following the gaze of a Raksha, and he couldn’t help but laugh 「I know what you are worried about. Don't worry, that girl is fine」 「There's no need to worry about that girl or think of a way out right now—all you gotta do is put all your true strength into killing me, and everything will be settled. Right? Isn’t it hard for ya?」 The Raksha is silent. It seems he's thinking about something... 「So, are you going to take my sword?」 「Huh?」 Surprised for a moment, Ma Feima continued laughing loudly. 「Haha. I'll take your sword? You talk big! Very funny, very interesting... Let me see what you can do with it — which kind of blade are we going to use here in the first place? Is that her hilt hanging from a tree branching off my neck or something?」 The Raksha turned his gaze downward and sighed. 「There's no need.」