Pushing Through

Both parties calmly looked at each other. Their chests heaved ups and down while their lungs made them gasp for air. Fell and the giant swordsman had a large satisfied smile on their lips. None of them had any idea of how long they've been trading blows. They only knew one thing, it was that both of them were progressing when it came to their sword art.

As time passed, Fell began using his newly created sword technique. The first art to make an appearance was "Moon Above". As soon as Fell began executing this sword technique, the giant swordsman seemed to lose track of his opponent's sword.

His eyes blinked in surprised before refocusing. But even when he squinted his large eyes he still didn't manage to detect the vague sword in Fell's hand. The only thing he could vaguely see was a soft light that came from the tip of the sword. The soft light that was produced by the sword was similar to the one a firefly produced, but it wasn't warm at all and as he felt the blade approach him, the giant felt an icy coldness suffuse from the bladed weapon.

He immediately understood that the short blond guy in front of him had turned serious. Through the fight, they had shared their view about the sword path. But now was the final moment where they would both reveal everything, they unearthed from the slaughterous path of swords.

Having felt the killing intent contained in Fell's sword when he executed "Moon Above". The giant's face turned dark, and he sheathed his four swords in a single movement. His four arms grabbed his weapons in an "Iai" form, only this time his pair of lower arms was grabbing his long weapons in a reverse grip. His knee dropped as he crouched in a low position. Due to his abnormal height, as soon as he assumed a low form his weak points in his guard disappeared and he turned into an unconquerable fortress in Fell's view.

Suddenly, Fell stepped inside of his slashing range and the power that was being accumulated inside the giant's spear-like swords was released in a single draw motion. He didn't only slash once, but dozens of sword strikes were executed using his special "Iai" technique.

Fell's field of vision turned red. Thousands upon thousands intricate lines appeared in front of him. Each line was a sword strike that was aimed to take his life. A crazed glow appeared in Fell's eyes and he fearlessly kicked the ground sending him flying forward. He passed through a thin space between two lines that should have been impossible for him to cross without "Ghostly Stutter" and kept crossing the distance between him and the giant's swordsman. He could hear his own heartbeat through all over his body, but the pressure only helped him in elevating his growing momentum.

His running speed peaked in an instant, doubling under the effect of "Ghostly Stutter", and under the constant pressure, he had to elevate his movement speed even more. Suddenly, phantom limbs appeared under him and instantly disappeared from his opponent's sight. He reappeared a few steps forward evading dozens of sword lines in the process.

But the more he advanced and crossed the distance between him and the giant. The harder it was for him to keep advancing as the net that formed a thousand sword moves were closing on him. He gritted his teeth as his eyes reflected the multitude of crisscrossing lines that were going to disassemble his body.

He knew that a single mistake meant death. His eyes were gorged red and he felt a constant stinging pain that pierced them. His throat was on fire, and tinnitus kept ringing in his ears. But he didn't care. He wasn't the type of person to delve into his own pain. No, he was the type of individual who would forge a path forward. Even in front of death itself.

Changing his tactic, he decided to go for broke. His leg muscles bulged, and he executed his other movement art, "Solary Dive" appeared for the first time during a battle. The ground below his feet turned into a smattering of dust molecules. As soon as he executed "Solary Dive", he instantly disappeared from his position traversing the majority of the thousand lines that were enclosing themselves on him. He pierced through them like a bullet and appeared in front of the giant.