CHAPTER 554: CHAPTER 342: DEATH OF THE LAST GENERATION, VOID OF THE RESTRAINT BELT

In an instant, Black Cocoon descended rapidly from the sky with his restraint belt, attacking Oda Ehgo from both sides along with Mu Long.

At the same time, under the effect of the restraint belt’s camouflage, his transformed figure became transparent, getting lost in the swirling dust.

But just at that moment, Oda Ehgo suddenly tore open a spatial rift beside him, and immediately his figure slipped into it, vanishing from sight.

"Disappeared?" thought Black Cocoon.

In the blink of an eye, a glaring spatial rift appeared suddenly below him, and Oda Ehgo’s body emerged from it, like an old beast crawling out of a cave!

At this moment, Black Cocoon turned his head sharply, first capturing the sight of white hair in his vision, followed by a black kimono, and finally that Tachi exuding a sinister black light.

"Can he actually shuttle freely between spatial rifts?" thought Black Cocoon, his mind racing.

Oda Ehgo seemed to have predicted Black Cocoon’s descending path, so even if Black Cocoon entered a transparent state, he couldn’t evade Oda Ehgo’s eyes. Oda Ehgo’s strategy was quite simple—since Black Cocoon could become invisible, better to eliminate him first to prevent any lingering threats.

Then, the moment Oda Ehgo emerged from the space-time crevice, he abruptly drew his sword from the sheath, then slashed at Black Cocoon’s neck from a distance close enough to touch!

"On the surface, he’s a samurai, but actually a space-time assassin. Interesting," thought Black Cocoon, glancing at the approaching Tachi from the corner of his eye.

The streak of black blade light nearly pierced through his eye socket.

However, in the next moment, Black Cocoon suddenly performed an action that almost no one could accomplish, as if transcending the limits of a human body, abruptly raising all restraint belts in zero point one second, while silver-white blades protruded from the edges of the restraint belts.

Subsequently, each restraint belt started spinning at high speed like a top, and in an instant, countless blades and restraint belts began to dance, converging into an almost tangible storm.

[Restraint Torrent: With oneself as the center, rotate a large number of restraint belts at high speed, creating a torrent around oneself.]

This was like forcibly bringing a game’s instant-cast skill into reality, as the storm-like blades howled, whipping up a gale to meet Oda Ehgo’s Tachi.

"So fast..." marveled Oda Ehgo, as the Tachi trembled, clashing with the restraint blade. Within just a second, his Tachi was torn apart thousands of times, emitting countless wails.

The attack frequency of the two was simply not in the same league!

It was like someone trying to stab a spinning hedgehog with a fruit knife, only to end up with their hands covered in injuries from its quills.

"Clang clang clang—!" Oda Ehgo’s Tachi shuddered violently, micro-cracks spread across it. His figure was blown back several meters away, once again falling into Mu Long’s domain, crouching down, stretching out a hand to grab the rolling sands, as his foot carved a furrow in the ground.

Deprived of all senses, plunged into pitch-black darkness, Oda Ehgo was not flustered. Swiftly rising to his feet, he retreated while slashing open a spatial crevice, engulfing the domain within a three-meter radius.

From an aerial view, it seemed like a black spherical space was developing gaps, with moonlight streaming through to illuminate the inside of the sphere.

All these gaps were torn open by Oda Ehgo using his spatial blade, something ordinary people couldn’t break through; he was a special case.

Next, Mu Long descended from above at this moment, his long sword like the beak of a hawk, accompanied by a sharp screech, stabbing towards Oda Ehgo, his tattered cloak flapping fiercely.

Oda Ehgo responded swiftly, raising his Tachi to block in front of him, sparks flying at the clash of sword and blade, causing Oda Ehgo’s body to be jolted backward, plunging into the inner darkness.

Once again he lifted his blade to tear through the domain, as the surrounding darkness was being steadily devoured by spatial rifts.

And Mu Long, like a relentless hawk, pursued Oda Ehgo time and again, his sharp eyes only seeing the presence of prey, chasing Oda Ehgo repeatedly.

Oda Ehgo’s world went bright and then dark, dark then bright, as he moved swiftly, defending and retreating, navigating through Mu Long’s domain, tearing apart every inch of darkness with brutish spatial force in each swing of his Tachi.

In one moment, his senses were deprived, and in the next, he regained them.

An ordinary person would have long been overwhelmed by this vertiginous sensory assault, yet Oda Ehgo was only adapting more and more, his form growing nimbler and braver, entering a state of flourishing vigor.

Black kimono fluttered in the fierce wind, the old man’s form sharp and spirited, the veins on the back of his hand bulging as he gripped the Tachi, his eyes locked onto Mu Long’s shadow, repeatedly slashing out with the Tachi.

Mu Long kept descending from the sky like a hawk, stabbing towards Oda Ehgo with the rapid plunge of gravity.

Sword and blade clashed repeatedly, sparks splattering, yet he could never gain the upper hand. In no time, his domain became riddled with holes.

It couldn’t even be called a domain anymore; it was merely a shattered, mist-like darkness, slowly dissolving into the air.

Once deprived of the domain’s support, Mu Long simply wasn’t a match for Oda Ehgo with intact senses.

Their power levels were worlds apart; Oda Ehgo’s swordsmanship was a beautiful jade refined over decades, magnificent, fluent, and smooth, almost devoid of hesitation. It was as if each strike carried the single-minded focus of decades, with explosive thunder and lightning enveloping it.