| The Cyber Ascension| Arc 7 — " The Bloodlines and Carnage " | Volume 7 | Chapter 68 : " The Destruction " |
Kanizake
(low, controlled, teeth gritted)
"Kiosaei…"
Purple energy enveloped his daggers, pulsating like living shadows. The aura distorted reality, bending air and light into a lethal storm.
With a flash, Kanizake lunged. His twin daggers became streaks of darkness and death, slicing the very air itself.
Sanji Youta moved almost lazily—but each movement was calculated, precise. The massive katana intercepted the first dagger, sparks erupting in a storm of fire and blood, while the second dagger slammed against his armor. The clang echoed like a bell tolling the end of the world—but the armor held.
Sanji Youta
(grinning, cold)
"Pathetic."
With a single step, he leapt, shadow trailing behind him like a living entity. His katana carved the air, leaving trails of hellish red and black energy.
Sanji Youta
"Nouraishino…! HAAA! HAAAA! HAAAA! HAAAA!"
The sky ignited. Mountains cracked. Rivers boiled. Trees erupted into purple flames that burned but never fell. The ground itself groaned under the sheer force of their power.
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Kanizake rolled through the debris, daggers flashing with lethal arcs of purple energy, creating miniature rifts in reality where nothing could survive. He lunged again, but Sanji Youta's movements were fluid, unstoppable, like water bending to a storm. His massive katana met the daggers again, sparks flying, but each block carried the weight of mountains.
The two warriors collided, and the resulting shockwave shattered the nearby peaks. Rocks exploded into molten fragments, forests ignited spontaneously, and the air itself seemed to crack with the intensity of their blows.
Kanizake
(straining, voice low)
"Impossible… he moves like… he's everywhere at once…"
Sanji Youta laughed—a sound that ripped through the sky like a predator savoring its hunt.
Sanji Youta
"You think this is effort? Pathetic insects. I barely moved."
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Kanizake's eyes blazed brighter, purple energy swirling violently around his daggers. He pushed further, launching a Tenshoudhā variant, a twisting vortex of raw destructive force, aimed to shred Sanji Youta into nothingness.
Sanji Youta didn't flinch. He raised his massive katana, intercepting the vortex, and the impact tore a crater into the earth that swallowed rivers and forests alike. The shockwave rolled across mountains, flattening everything in its path.
Even the ground screamed.
Then, with terrifying swiftness, Sanji Youta closed in. His katana swung in a single arc of pure, crimson energy, cleaving through air and earth, sending fragments of stone and fire flying. Kanizake barely deflected, rolling across the jagged terrain to avoid being bisected.
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The fight escalated. Every strike was now a catastrophe in miniature:
Trees bent as if bowing to their battle.
Rivers boiled instantly on contact with energy trails.
The air itself twisted into glowing maelstroms, impossible to look at directly.
Kanizake launched a flurry of attacks, blades cutting arcs of energy across the battlefield, but Sanji Youta was everywhere at once. He moved like a shadow incarnate, sometimes behind, sometimes above, sometimes inside the space Kanizake just left.
Sanji Youta
(low, taunting, echoing across the mountains)
"HAAA! Do you see, insect? Do you see the scale of true power?!"
Kanizake gritted his teeth. He realized—the fight wasn't just about skill. It was about sheer existence vs oblivion. Every strike from Sanji Youta wasn't meant to wound—it was meant to erase.
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The battlefield became unrecognizable. Mountains cracked into molten rivers, forests were incinerated into blackened ash, and the sky churned with red lightning and smoke. Even the remaining heavens felt the oppressive aura—the very air bending as if the world itself feared Sanji Youta.
Kanizake lunged once more, fury and desperation fueling his attacks. He struck with all the cunning of the Zenōnuke bloodline, daggers slashing arcs of energy in impossible angles, but Sanji Youta moved like a living nightmare, intercepting and countering every blow.
Every collision shattered reality itself. Rocks, ash, fire—none could stand against their clash.
And still, Kanizake fought.
Because Zenōnuke blood never yields.
Because heroes are forged in the shadow of nightmares.
But somewhere, deep in the heart of the battlefield, Sanji Youta's laughter echoed, dark and omnipotent, promising that not even the bravest could survive his wrath without being broken first.