He finally unleashed his ultimate killing move!
His hands were like they were holding some world-destroying authority, and he pushed them hard towards Ikaruga, whose front gate was slightly open due to imbalance!
No sound or light!
No explosion!
But within three feet in front of Ikaruga, the entire space itself!
Structure!
Laws!
Existence itself!
Completely collapsed!
Like a mirror shattering, cracks instantly spread!
That area was no longer a distortion of space, but the "death" of space!
Pure matter annihilation!
Absolute energy collapse!
Anything that entered that death zone—objects, energy, even laws—would instantly return to zero!
This was the most thorough, irreversible erasure on a spatial level!
The collapsing space was like an ever-expanding black hole, instantly engulfing Ikaruga!
The chill of death instantly enveloped her soul!
This was by no means the previous folding or shackles!
This was the apocalypse of space! Stacked and twisted space would crush everything!
Her proud speed, her god-like sword skills, seemed pale and powerless before this "end" of space!
"There's no time to dodge!" This thought flashed through Ikaruga's mind like lightning!
The power of spatial fragmentation was definitely not something the human body could withstand.
Desperation!
True death descended!
The twisted and shattered space was rapidly approaching! Everything in her vision was distorting.
Just at this critical moment, which was enough to make anyone's heart tremble, Ikaruga's usually cold and rational eyes suddenly burst forth with an unprecedented, dazzling light!
That was not the despair of fear, but... an epiphany in desperation!
A complete understanding of the ultimate profound meaning of Mugetsu Style!
In her line of sight, everything slowed down, as if heaven and earth were still, and all sounds were silent.
"One slash..." Ikaruga's lips moved slightly, her voice carrying a strange clarity that seemed to break through confusion!
At the brink of life and death, her right hand, which held the sword... loosened!
Her beloved sword, Moonpetal, honed as if it were an extension of her life—that bright, mirror-like famous blade—was actually let go by her without any hesitation!
The trajectory of the long sword falling downwards was so slow.
At the same time, Ikaruga's left hand pointed like a blade!
That slender, fair hand, at this moment, ignited with a sharper, more restrained, and purer edge than the Moonpetal blade!
All essence, qi, and spirit!
All the sword intent from past cultivation!
All the ultimate pursuit of "severing"!
Under the pressure of great terror at the brink of life and death, at the moment she witnessed the essence of spatial "collapse"—all merged into one furnace!
Discarding external objects!
Forgetting form!
Only... the will to sever everything remained!
Buzz!
An invisible, vast artistic conception, as if capable of severing fate and causality, burst forth from her fingers!
The magic power within her body, as if finding a new, more suitable outlet for its origin, surged into her arm, palm, and fingertips with unprecedented activity!
"Two halves!"
A clear shout, not an angry roar, but as if containing the will to create heaven and earth!
Ikaruga's left palm swung out!
The movement seemed slow and clear, but in reality, it had surpassed the limits of her physical body!
There was no fancy trajectory, only a "line" so pure it seemed to solidify time!
An invisible blade formed by the ultimate will to sever all things and destroy the void!
Ignoring physical distance!
Penetrating the obstruction of space!
Striking directly at the core of the collapsing space!
At the same time, it also slashed towards the Night's Main unit, who was in the brief interval of shifting his aura after just unleashing his profound meaning!
The ultimate profound meaning of Mugetsu Style—using the heart as a blade! The person is the sword!
One slash... two halves!!!
Chh—!!!
Time seemed to stand still at this moment!
There was no earth-shattering collision sound.
The expanding and devouring collapsing space, like an ice sculpture thrown into lava, abruptly and silently... split in two from the middle!
The annihilated spatial laws were forcefully severed from their core by an incomprehensible, irresistible absolute will!
Like tearing a thin sheet of paper!
The entire structure of the collapsing spell was completely destroyed, decomposed, and dissipated into nothingness!
And Ikaruga's "palm blade," condensed from will and magic power... after severing the collapsing space, its power undiminished, continued straight forward!
Its speed was too fast for thought to grasp!
Night had just finished releasing the collapsing space, and his magic power was in that empty moment when old power had just left and new power had not yet been generated!
He didn't even have time to mobilize the power of distortion again for spatial jump or defense!
On his face, for the first time... appeared... an expression of utter horror!
His deep, black vortex eyes clearly reflected that... invisible blade of will cutting through!
"No...!!!" This thought had just risen in his consciousness.
Swish—!!!
No blood splattered!
No horrifying sight of limbs separating!
However, a clear, straight, invisible and intangible, yet incredibly profound "line" passed from the very center of his head... all the way down... completely piercing him right through the middle!
Night's arrogance, ruthlessness, and the power of his distorted magic... everything instantly froze!
The light in his vortex-like eyes completely extinguished! Like a burnt-out light bulb.
The expression on his face was frozen in that extreme horror and disbelief. He maintained the posture of pushing his hands out to cast the spell... then—
Thud.
His body, like a model precisely cut by a laser, split cleanly into two halves along that invisible "line," the cut smooth as a mirror, even revealing the perfectly neat cross-section of his internal organs!
The Apostle of Twisted Space ultimately fell under the destiny of being "severed."
Clatter.
The long sword Moonpetal fell into Ikaruga's still-lowered left hand at this exact moment.
She stood in place, panting heavily, sweat soaking the few strands of cherry-colored hair on her forehead, sticking to her pale cheeks.
The previous burst of profound meaning had almost drained the last trace of magic power from her body. The sleeve of her kimono on her left arm had been shredded by the invisible force when the blade of will erupted, revealing a smooth but finely scarred forearm.
She lowered her head and looked at Moonpetal, which had accompanied her for many years.
The blade was still bright, reflecting her face, which was stained with dust and smoke, yet at this moment appeared incredibly clear and sharp.
Then, her gaze calmly swept over Night, perfectly cut into two halves on the ground.
"The end of the Mugetsu Style... forgetting self and object, man and sword as one. So that's it..." Ikaruga murmured softly, her voice carrying a mix of weariness and joy from breaking through the fog.
There was no time to linger!
She took a deep breath, forcibly squeezing out the trace of magic power that had just recovered, and returned the long sword Moonpetal to its sheath.
She stepped forward, ignoring the glaring two halves of the corpse at her feet, her wide white kimono rustling, her figure still carrying the unique uprightness and swiftness of a swordsman, and like an arrow leaving the bow, she pursued in the direction of the black and white light pillar that still stirred the clouds in the sky!
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