SPELLCRAFT: Reincarnation Of A Magic Scholar

"I'm ready." The Martial Blade God spoke calmly.

His form was simple—a blue kimono, with his normal-looking blade on his hip. Even after meditating for so long, he still seemed like the same person from before.

"You're… the Martial Blade God?" The Nether spoke, narrowing his gaze as his eyes turned purple.

"Indeed. Per my agreement with Ciel, I shall be facing you in an all-out battle." He reached for his blade, keeping his gaze on the floating Nether.

The Nether glanced at Ciel, and the woman nodded with a smile. Her expression told him that he was serious, and that the battle itself would be one of the same nature.

"I see. Since I have time to spare, I might as well do it" The Nether shrugged.

"I appreciate it."

This time, the Martial Blade God did not bow. Neither did he show any of his usual courtesy to the Nether. His gaze was indeed calm, and he displayed no animosity. However, he was also not being cordial.

In this state, he unsheathed his blade and took his stance, waiting for Ciel to move out of the way. She did so almost immediately.

"Now, then, how should we do this? From what I have been informed of, you were very instrumental in my return… and it was all for this battle. So, how do you want it to go?"

The Martial Blade God gave a very simple answer—one that made him seem extremely crazy.

"Go all-out. I want to fight you at full strength." This was the only answer he could give.

After all, he had sacrificed a lot to reach this point. He had caused the deaths and destruction of so many people. He had committed unspeakable atrocities—all for the return of this monster.

And now, it was time for him to claim his prize.

"If I go all-out, you won't be able to bear it." The Nether's words brought a smile to the face of the Martial Blade God.

pαndα`noνɐ1~сoМ When was the last time someone had shown him such consideration in a battle? Usually, he was the one saying it to others. And that was because he was simply stronger than them.

That's right… The luxury of giving consideration to an enemy was the luxury owned only by the strong. At the moment, he had lost that right.

The enemy in front of him was stronger.

"Very well. Then… fight me until the very end!"

"Alright then. If it becomes too drawn out, I'll just end you as soon as—"

>VWUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!<

An immense pressure permeated the air, causing everything around to shiver. The ascending blue light converged on the Martial Blade God, and his hair turned white—same as his clothing and his blade.

Several incorporeal blades appeared around him, and an armour-like structure covered his body. It seemed like the swordsman had really ascended to the realm of the divine, thus living up to his name—a god!

As the Martial Blade God felt the power course through his body, he heard a voice echo in his Soul.

~Are you sure you want to do this alone?~

It belonged to his Familiar—one of the constellations that existed beyond the current world he was in.

"Yes, Aries." The Martial Blade God smiled.

The fight would certainly be much easier and faster if he had the aid of one of the most powerful Familiars that could ever exist. However…

"There will be no point if I do not use my power."

~Very well. I will be sure to watch your final moments.~

"And who says I'm going to lose?"

~Well… shall we wait and see?~

The Martial Blade God could not help himself from chuckling. It was just like Aries to be salty because he wasn't being relied on. Still, who could blame a Familiar that wasn't being used by his wielder?

"Haha… I'll give my all. There shall be no regrets!" Suddenly, the Martial Blade God could feel it.

He was slowly reverting to how he used to feel back when he'd just started practising Martial Arts—back when he hadn't been so peerless.

The thrill he felt when he learned his first set of techniques. The excitement he had when he fought his first opponent. The joy he felt when he won his first battle. The fulfilment he had when he created his own Martial Techniques.

All those emotions had been numbed due to a lack of stimulation. But now, facing an opponent that was far stronger than he was, the Martial Blade God could not help but feel the rush of long-forgotten sensations.

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"Here I come!"

In a powerful leap that destroyed the entire foothold that was perfectly fine a moment earlier, he lunged straight for the Nether.

His blade was fastened to his grip, and his Mind Blades went ahead of him to strike down the Nether.

Instantly, the Nethe also brought his own darkened blade and parried the blades that were launched, prepared to cross blades with the Martial Blade God.

>VWUUUUSSSHHHHH!!!<

Space parted as both parties swung their blades.

However—

>SPLOOOSSSHHH!!!<

—Dark liquid spurted from the Nether as the exchange ended.

"W-wow! I never expected this! You are—"

Before the Nether could say any more, the Martial Blade God went for the next strike. His blade was brimming with so much power that it could destroy anything it touched—even Nether as dense as his opponent's.

This time—

>SPLOOOOOSSSSHHHH!!!<

—More darkened blood leaked from the Nether.

"I underestimated you, eh?'

The Martial Blade couldn't access most of his abilities due to the Nether's influence around him and the nature of his being. He could not see through the Nether's time, and he could not rely on a lot of his techniques.

Even if he could, they wouldn't have been very effective on the opponent. In such a situation, there was only one thing he could do.

He threw them all away!

He chose not to rely on his other techniques and focused all of his Aether on his blade. Every single power he had was focused on his body—and his weapon was an extension of it.

Nothing else mattered.

As long as he could reach his enemy… as long as he could cut his opponent down… that was all that mattered.

"HAHAHAHAHA! INTERESTING!"

They crossed blades many times, and the Nether always came up short—losing more fluids as the match went on.

Everything around them suffered damage, and there was practically no land underneath them anymore. Even the darkened seas were evaporating rapidly. Before long, there would be nothing left in the world.

Still, nothing prevented them from exchanging more blows.

'This is it! This is what I've been living for!' The Martial Blade God clenched his teeth and strained his body even more to land another hit.

In terms of speed and strength, he admitted that the Nether had him outclassed. In fact, the distance between them was very wide.

However, the Nether was not as adept in Martial Arts, which gave the Martial Blade God his only advantage.

Even then…

'It's taking every single ounce of my power to land a hit. This is it!' He was certain that if this kept up, he would finally be able to achieve it.

He would be able to surpass his limits and reach the state he desired!

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