41. Downfall of CP-3

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After holding the sword again, Anos slowly inserted Muramasa into the scabbard, his stern eyes fixed on one of his opponents. His focus was unwavering.

He would not make the same mistake twice, especially not against the one capable of mental attacks, the most dangerous of them all.

Anos knew this battle would require every ounce of his skill, and he had no intention of failing.

His attacks would now be directed solely at this adversary.

The opponent, sensing the shift in Anos's focus, prepared to launch another spiritual attack.

But Anos, having anticipated this move, was already a step ahead.

"Double Dragon Slash…"

In an instant, Anos removed the protective barrier and unsheathed Muramasa, slashing twice in rapid succession.

As he unleashed the Double Dragon Slash, two spectral dragons materialized in the air, roaring as they surged toward the mental attacker.

Their power shook the battlefield, and everyone watched in awe as the dragons closed in on their target.

But this time, Anos didn't immediately sheathe Muramasa. Instead, he watched the dragons as they flew, assessing the trajectory of his attack. His calm, calculating gaze followed their every move, ensuring that this strike would land true.

The man with mental abilities, realizing the danger he was in, began to retreat, but Anos's dragons were faster.

He could barely raise his defences in time, and even then, it wasn't enough.

As the dragons descended upon him, Anos performed another technique. He sheathed Muramasa with a sharp click and called out, "Echolance…"

The battlefield trembled as Anos activated the Echolance. This was not an ordinary attack.

Instead of a blade strike, the technique utilized ultrasonic waves that emanated from the quick sheathing of Muramasa, disorienting anyone caught in its radius.

The enemy soldiers dropped to their knees, clutching their ears in agony, overwhelmed by the power of the sound waves.

The man with mental abilities, despite his efforts to defend himself, was struck down.

The dragons pierced through him, and though there was no blood, no visible wound, his life force had been drained. His body crumpled to the ground as though a puppet with its strings cut.

"Die…"

From behind, Olvia Omoro, a man with the appearance of a beast, snarled in fury. His Silver Moon Wolf form had him glowing with blood-red eyes, his anger palpable.

Olvia was not willing to let his comrade fall without a fight, and he charged forward with deadly intent. His claws gleamed under the dim light, leaving deep cracks in the ground with each swipe. Every attack reverberated with power.

But even Olvia's rage wasn't enough to shake Anos.

"If not for my spatial abilities," Anos thought as he dodged, "a head-on confrontation with him would be fatal."

The battlefield was littered with bubbles, remnants of the previous enemy's attack, and each was ready to explode at the slightest touch.

The man in the red tie had used this method to try and trap Anos, hoping to dictate his movements.

Still, Anos remained calm.

Two more fighters stood at the ready, their speed nearly blinding. They moved like lightning, attacking with incredible precision and force.

It was a coordinated assault from four powerful foes, and yet Anos held firm, using his mastery of spatial manipulation to evade their strikes.

However, he knew that staying on the defensive forever wasn't a viable strategy. He had to find an opening in their relentless assault.

As the minutes dragged on, Anos studied their movements, searching for a weakness.

Time was on his side. His enemies were tiring, their breathing becoming laboured as the fight wore on.

Meanwhile, Anos stood untouched, his space-based abilities allowing him to evade harm while observing the battlefield.

The frustration on Olvia's face was clear. He hadn't anticipated that they would be unable to harm their opponent.

Just as Olvia and the others were ready to launch another assault, Anos made his move. With a swift motion, he drew Muramasa again, his form blurring as he activated his spatial abilities.

"Get away!" Olvia Omoro shouted, realizing too late what was happening.

The rest of the fighters scattered, using their Haki to shield themselves. But Anos wasn't giving them a chance this time.

The moment one of them lowered their guard, Anos was there, his sword gleaming as he pressed it against their throat.

"Goodbye," Anos whispered in his victim's ear, his voice chilling.

The blade of Muramasa, now coated with Armament Haki, sliced clean through.

Blood spurted from the man's neck as he collapsed, clutching his wound. His Haki had failed to protect him from Anos's deadly strike.

The others, seeing their comrade fall, realized the futility of continuing the fight. Olvia clenched his fists, his rage barely contained. His wolf-like eyes flared, but even he had to admit that they were outmatched.

"Kova, how's your search going?" Olvia barked, his voice strained with desperation.

"Boss, none of my attacks are affecting this barrier! I'm still searching!" Kova replied, frantically examining the surroundings. His hands shook as he tried to find a way to disable the spatial barrier that Anos had constructed.

For the first time in his life, Olvia Omoro felt trapped. He had never faced such an overwhelming power before. Even as his comrade lay dead on the ground and the rest of his team faltered, Anos stood unfazed.

"It doesn't matter if you break the barrier," Anos said coolly, his voice cutting through the tension. "Even if you do, none of you will leave the Tru Kingdom alive."

Outside, Daiki and the soldiers of the Tru Kingdom stood ready, their ranks perfectly aligned.

Anos had given strict orders to remain vigilant, and now they waited for the final signal.

As the last of Anos's enemies continued their futile attempts to break the barrier, Daiki paced impatiently, his sharp eyes scanning for any sign of movement. His senses were heightened, waiting for any change inside.

Meanwhile, Anos continued to press his advantage. His enemies were growing more desperate with each passing second, their attacks becoming less coordinated as exhaustion set in.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Kova stopped, panting heavily. His face was pale with fear, his body trembling as the reality of the situation dawned on him.

"It's over," Anos said softly.

And with that, he raised Muramasa once more.

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