readytorunbook Chapter 717 - 717
Chapter 717 - 717
"——Portray!"He chanted an ultra-short incantation in a barely audible whisper!
Mana condensed within his body, transforming into several golden light swords that shot forth from beneath his feet!
"What is that?"
"I don't know, but he's used similar abilities before."
Even Kaieda was no longer surprised by Eiji using abilities other than Absolute GodSpeed.
And honestly, the Aurora Spark magic was quite similar to something like Excalibur's power - both unleashed vast amounts of light.
Several light swords shot out like psychic weapons, attacking Amane Shinomiya from multiple directions.
"The pressure has decreased!"
Amane Shinomiya was actually delighted by this.
Indeed.
He could feel that the pressure to dodge had significantly reduced!
Looking closely, although there were many light swords, their speed was only around supersonic - similar to the previous Raikiri! Far inferior to his own GodSpeed sword swings!
This way, the margin for error in Fate's protection became much larger!
He thought joyfully while simultaneously materializing dozens of thin swords and throwing them out.
He didn't even have time to ponder.
Why would Eiji voluntarily abandon his sword-swinging advantage and instead use light swords?
Snap!
Eiji snapped his fingers.
At the moment the light swords passed by Amane Shinomiya.
Crack!
The light swords suddenly shattered!
A one-meter-long light sword abruptly broke apart, splitting into nearly a hundred tiny light swords no longer than a thumb!
In an instant, the battle situation transformed!
A fierce wind blew, and the thin swords Amane Shinomiya had thrown suddenly changed direction, meeting the tiny light swords.
But on the other side.
Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack!
Several consecutive shattering sounds rang out.
"Gyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah——!!!"
A scream pierced through the fierce wind, echoing throughout the arena!
Hundreds of tiny light swords surrounded him, piercing through his body one by one, covering him in blood in the blink of an eye!
With a face full of shock and horror, Amane Shinomiya collapsed to the ground.
Blood spilled from his entire body, staining the ground beneath him crimson.
The gruesome scene resembled death by a thousand cuts!
"Just as I thought."
A cold voice reached his ears. With great difficulty, he lifted his head to look at the speaker.
"Even Fate's protection has its limits!"
Until now, Fate had indeed been continuously protecting Amane Shinomiya.
But this was strange.
Why did it need continuous protection?
If Fate's protection was truly invincible, he wouldn't need to do anything at all - he could easily remain undefeated, even if Eiji exhausted all his methods without touching a single hair on his head.
Yet the current situation was that Fate needed to utilize existing elements in reality, combining countless coincidences, to protect Amane Shinomiya!
And this combination of coincidences must have its limits!
Therefore, the solution was simple.
Don't rely on speed, because no matter how fast you are, coincidences will help avoid it.
Just rely on quantity instead.
Since speed can be dodged through coincidence, then overwhelm with numbers!
This was Eiji's strategy.
By continuously stacking numbers until even Fate couldn't keep up, this protection would inevitably collapse!
As evidence, this was the result.
Eiji unleashed the Aurora Spark magic, erupting with hundreds to nearly a thousand attacks in an instant.
To maximize the number of assaults, he maintained the light swords' speed at supersonic levels—any faster would have drained his magical energy completely.
This move was likely something even fate hadn't anticipated.
In such a short time, existing coincidences were insufficient to evade nearly a thousand attacks.
Thus, even fate couldn't fully protect Amane Shinomiya.
This maneuver surpassed the limits of fate!
"I just didn't expect you to still avoid your vital points under such an onslaught."
Eiji strolled over to stand before Amane Shinomiya.
His pitch-black eyes gazed down at him from above, devoid of any emotion.
"However, this battle is over."
That's right.
The fight had ended.
Nearly a thousand light swords hovered around Amane Shinomiya.
No escape, no evasion.
Though each light sword was only thumb-sized, they were razor-sharp and incredibly fast—a single one could claim his life.
If Eiji were controlling one-meter-long light swords, he could only manage seven or eight simultaneously. But by splitting them into these thumb-sized versions, the number he could control increased dramatically.
Of course, in this state, he couldn't precisely manipulate each individual light sword.
But the Sparkling Battle Tactic never required fine control.
Even if an earthquake, tsunami, frost wave, or even a deus ex machina or meteor strike occurred now, it wouldn't stop him from piercing Amane Shinomiya into a honeycomb with these hundreds of light swords!
"I've won."
Eiji declared victory.
He narrowed his eyes, killing intent swirling within them.
"Match over! Winner: Eiji Nangou of Hagun Academy!"
Shinguuji Kurono stepped forward.
Her gaze quickly swept over Amane Shinomiya's body.
Though he had barely avoided most vital areas, Amane Shinomiya was drenched in blood, with severe damage to his muscles, bones, and tendons—especially his limbs, which were nearly pulverized, making even her wince involuntarily.
Clearly, he had no strength left to resist.
Medical staff hurried onto the field with stretchers.
The outcome was decided.
"It's over."
Nangou Torajirou also concluded.
"The moment he couldn't use fate to interfere with the kid, his defeat was inevitable."
Edelweiss nodded silently.
Indeed.
As Magic Masters, they understood better than anyone that fate has its limits.
Because they had broken free from fate's constraints to become Magic Masters.
Thus, relying on fate for protection was utterly insignificant in the eyes of true powerhouses.
"I lost..."
Amane Shinomiya's expression was dazed.
Excessive blood loss had clouded his mind.
The pain throughout his body prevented him from thinking as clearly as usual.
I lost.
Even with an unrivaled ability, I still lost.
"What kind of joke is this?"
What kind of joke is this?
What kind of joke is this!
What kind of joke is this!!
Does this mean only I look like a clown?
Unforgivable!
Absolutely unforgivable!
Why?
Why can everyone else find happiness except me?
While I'm left like this, crawling pathetically on the ground like a lowly maggot, at the very bottom of the world?
In an instant.
Icy cages.
Blood-stained whips.
Scalding hot water.
Greedy eyes.
Ferocious expressions.
Countless memories—the very ones he wished to forget—surged forth like a tidal wave.
"I'll kill you."
"I'll kill you, kill you, kill you, kill you..."
A pitch-black malice, thick as congealed mud, swelled within the depths of his eyes.