Ti passed, I don't know how much.
Dawn is approaching.
The world depicted in the painting remains an eternally blood-red night sky.
On the battlefield at this mont.
Apart from Kujo Hiroji, Wada Hirayama, Bhadra, and the mysterious man in the suit, none survived.
On the ground, besides a large number of corpses from the nine clans and abandoned vehicles, there «N.o.v.e.l.i.g.h.t» were other things to see.
There are twelve corpses belonging to Kosuke Soma alone.
In other words, during this period, three top SS-rank professionals joined forces to kill Kosuke Soma twelve tis.
But above, beneath that ominous blood moon, Souma Kosuke's figure, like an inescapable nightmare, coalesced once more.
He looked down at the ground expressionlessly, his eyes growing increasingly vacant.
After a long and fierce battle, the four people below were almost all in a sorry state.
Wada Hirayama's face was ashen, his hand holding the knife trembled uncontrollably, and his breathing was heavy and disordered.
Every swing of his sword was a huge drain on him.
He has reached his limit.
Bhadra's bronze skin had also lost its luster; although his face was better looking than Hetian Pingshan's, it wasn't much better.
His chest heaved violently, and his forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat.
The only player who was in relatively good form was probably Hiroharu Kujo.
He was firmly protected by three SS-level experts from beginning to end, and basically did not have to make a move.
"This can't go on!"
Bhadra looked up at Soma Kosuke, who had reappeared in the sky, his voice filled with irritability and impatience.
We have to find a way to get out of this awful place!
"If this continues, we'll all be worn down to death by this unkillable bastard!"
The man in the white suit pushed up his gold-rimd glasses, the lenses reflecting the blood moon's light, giving him a sowhat cold appearance.
"There are only two ways to break into this field."
"First, use power far exceeding the limits of this domain to forcibly shatter it from the outside."
"We can't do that right now."
He paused, his gaze sweeping over the three people present.
"Secondly, we need to find the original body of the Yasakani no Magatama."
“If its connection to this field is destroyed, everything here will fall apart on its own.”
Bhadra frowned, pointed at the blood moon in the sky, and asked in a gruff voice.
"Isn't that it?"
The man in the white suit shook his head.
"The Blood Moon is rely a symbol of the power of the Yasakani no Magatama in this realm, but it is not its true form."
"The only thing I'm certain of is that the Yasakani no Magatama's true form is definitely within this realm."
"But Kosuke Soma can disguise it as anything—a grain of sand, a stone, or even the ground beneath our feet."
"It's quite difficult for us to find it."
Upon hearing this, a ruthless glint flashed in Bhadra's eyes.
"Since that's the case, then I'll destroy everything you can see here!"
"I'd like to see where he can hide!"
Before he finished speaking, Bhadra suddenly took a step forward.
"roar!"
A superhuman roar exploded from his mouth.
His already imposing body began to swell instantly, and a dazzling golden light shone on his bronze skin.
Muscles bulge and bulge, rising steadily!
Five ters, ten ters, fifteen ters...
In just a few breaths, he transford into a golden Buddha statue that was twenty ters tall!
The golden Buddha has a solemn and majestic appearance, with three heads and six arms, and its eyes are wide open in anger. Its whole body is filled with a sacred and domineering golden radiance, as if it were a Vajra warrior who stepped out of mythology.
A terrifying pressure swept across the entire area, centered on him.
Even Wada Hirayama, who was standing to the side, subconsciously took a half step back, a hint of fear flashing in his eyes.
"Vajra Dharma Form!"
Bhadra, who had transford into a giant golden Buddha, clasped his six arms together in front of his chest.
One of his heads suddenly opened its massive mouth and let out a furious roar like the booming of a great bell.
"Great Sun! Vajra! Demon-Slaying Wheel!"
"Buzz—"
Amidst the ear-piercing roar, a massive golden halo, over thirty ters in diater, rapidly condensed in his clasped palms.
The halo, like a miniature sun, emitted a terrifying heat capable of lting steel, illuminating the entire world in the painting in a pure gold.
Even the brilliance of the blood moon in the sky seed dim at this mont.
"Break for !!!"
Bhadra pushed forward with his six arms.
That golden "sun," carrying the terrifying power to incinerate everything, crashed forward with a deafening roar.
Wherever the golden light passed, everything was instantly vaporized.
The luxury cars parked on the roadside, upon contact with the golden light, silently turned into a pool of molten iron and then evaporated.
The hard rocks lted away like ice and snow in the golden light.
The trees in the distance, stained with ink, turned to ashes before they could even be ignited.
Even Souma Kosuke, who had just condensed in mid-air, was completely swallowed up by this domineering golden light before he could launch his next attack, leaving not a trace behind.
"Boom—!!!"
The terrifying golden halo swept forward, unstoppable.
It carved out a huge ravine a hundred ters wide in this world made up of paintings.
The entire world trembled violently under this force, as if it could collapse at any mont.
However, the golden light dissipated.
On the battlefield, which had been razed to the ground, nothing was left but the scorched, glassy ground.
There was no trace of the Yasakani no Magatama.
Not even a trace of the artifact's energy fluctuations appeared.
Bhadra's enormous golden Buddha statue quickly dimd and returned to its original appearance.
He knelt on one knee, panting heavily, sweat streaming down his forehead like a stream.
That last strike had almost exhausted all his strength.
He raised his head and looked at Souma Kosuke, who was once again beginning to solidify his figure under the blood moon, his expression growing increasingly grim.
Damn it!
Where exactly did he hide the Yasakani no Magatama?
Wada Hirayama, standing to the side, looked at the man in the suit seriously and said, "Could your guess be wrong? Perhaps the true form of the Yasakani no Magatama isn't even in this domain?"
Or perhaps...
He Tianpingshan hadn't finished speaking.
The man in the white suit shook his head and said with absolute certainty, "No, my analysis is correct. The Yasakani no Magatama is within this area."
Heiyama narrowed his eyes.
Sowhat unconvinced, she said, "What makes you so sure? This is the first ti we've witnessed the effects of the Yasakani no Magatama; there's never been a record of it before. Even we Japanese don't know about it, so how do you know so much?"
Faced with Wada Hirayama's questioning, the man in the white suit sneered: "Sorry, but when it cos to my understanding of the Yasakani no Magatama, this divine artifact, I am indeed superior to all of you."
Wada Hirayama, undeterred, retorted, "If you truly understand this so much, then go and find the Yasakani no Magatama!"
"What nonsense are you spouting here?"
The atmosphere between the two beca tense and hostile.
At this tense mont, it was Kujo Hiroharu who finally spoke after remaining silent for so long.
"Alright, you two, stop arguing."
"I do have an idea."
The two of them imdiately shut up and looked at Kujo Hiroji.
Kujo Hiroharu slowly opened his mouth:
"Do you think it's possible..."
"The Eight-Span Curved Jewel is within ourselves?"
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