บท 233: Takeda Singen

Takeda Shingen's eyes gleamed with anticipation, and a faint smile tugged at the corner of his lips. His grip on the katana tightened, and without a word, he launched himself at Slime Tarot once more. His movements were fluid, like a well-rehearsed dance, and his blade cut through the air with a deadly whisper.

Shing!

Slime Tarot blocked the first strike with a swift parry, his sword moving almost instinctively to meet the attack. Despite the intense speed of their strikes, both fighters were careful—precise. Their blades collided without a single ounce of mana reinforcing their bodies, relying solely on their raw skill. The room around them remained untouched by the chaos, a testament to their control.

Clang! Clang! Clang!