Clang! Clang!
Honda Tadakatsu countered once again, his spear thrust more ferociously than before.
The silvery Dragonfly Cutter flickered like splashing water, creating seven or eight remnants of its shadow, hitting the crimson Dragonfly Cutter until it shivered wildly.
The rapid and intense clashing sound of metal was relentless, this time turning into Tsurumi's defense, but her guarding was nowhere near as effortless as Honda Tadakatsu's. The trembling of the spear in her hands came in waves like a torrential rain; even with the Blessing's aid, Tsurumi felt her arms going numb, almost unable to hold the spear again.
After enduring over ten rounds of this, Tsurumi finally managed to catch her breath, feeling the overbearing pressure receding like tides.
Tsurumi's eyes narrowed.
It feels like Honda Tadakatsu...
