The Absolute Godspeed of Infinite Worlds

Chapter 731 - 731

"Discovered?"In the dense night, the moonlight was sparse.

The man held his breath, hiding in the corner of a building. Startled by the words, he wondered, "Is he bluffing, or has he truly found me?"

Countless thoughts raced through his mind, his gaze flickering incessantly.

"Not coming out?"

Near the roadside park, not far from where they stood, was the players' hotel.

Eiji snorted derisively, as if mocking his wishful thinking.

He turned, a throwing dagger appearing in his hand as if from nowhere. In the instant he spun around, he hurled the dagger. It shot out like a cannonball, parting the wind like the sea.

That single strike made the man's scalp tingle.

An intense sense of crisis surged from his spine to his brainstem, as if Death itself had arrived before him, extending a hand to grasp his fate.

Without hesitation, the man instinctively activated his ability.

"Boom!"

A thunderous roar assaulted their eardrums.

Under the dagger's impact, a corner of the building shattered like foam.

The blade pulverized the concrete, reaching the man in the blink of an eye.

But at that moment,

a remarkably slippery film seemed to coat the man's body. The moment the dagger touched his skin, it veered off course, flying away to the side.

The scattered rubble, upon hitting him, also skewed and flew off, as if the man were an eel—slippery and impossible to grip.

"This ability…"

Witnessing this, Touka marveled at her junior's destructive power while also falling into thought.

Thoroughly intimidated by such murderous intent, the man finally abandoned his hopes and stepped out from the corner.

He was a burly man, standing a full 190 cm tall.

His facial features distinctly European, he appeared to be in his thirties, with short blond hair neatly styled like a soldier's. He gave off the vibe of a tough protagonist straight out of Contra.

However, his left arm was missing.

"The One-Armed Swordsman?"

Eiji curled his lips into an unrestrained, cold smirk.

"I haven't come for you, yet you seek me out?That ability and physical characteristics confirmed the man's identity.

The One-Armed Swordsman, one of the twelve apostles of 〈Rebellion〉, and its highest-ranking member.

He possessed the ability to manipulate friction. By reducing the friction on his body's surface to zero, any attack could not harm him, rendering him inherently invincible!

In the earlier scene, the dagger veered off upon hitting him precisely because his surface offered no resistance, easily altering the force's direction and allowing the blade to slide off.

This ability could be called the ultimate counter to physical-type Blazers!

"Since you've already discovered me, there's no need to hide."

The One-Armed Swordsman's eyes were like sharp swords, piercing into Eiji.

"My name is Wallenstein. Eiji Nangou, your existence has become a significant obstacle to 〈Rebellion〉. Allowing you to persist will jeopardize our mission. Therefore, I have come to eliminate you!"

Huh?

Touka tilted her head in surprise.

What had she just heard?

"Junior Brother, is he serious?"

She whispered to Eiji.

"He must be insane!"

Eiji let out a long sigh, his eyes filled with pity.

How could such a formidable figure be so unreasonable?

"You can despise me all you want."

The One-Armed Swordsman's expression remained unchanged, his gaze indifferent.

He was as cold as a machine.

"But I'm serious!"

His eyes emitted a chilling killing intent.

"Don't think that just because the Alliance elevated you, you can truly call yourself the Sword God. Defeating Ouma might be an achievement, but let's see if you can get past me!"

"Suit yourself."

Eiji shrugged.

But his eyes clearly regarded the man as an idiot.

Many people in this world refused to acknowledge his title as the Sword God.

This was only natural. After all, he was merely a student knight from a small country—how could he bear the name of Sword God?

Even though the Seven Star Sword Art Festival had gained unprecedented popularity, and his battle against Kurogane Ouma had garnered tens of millions of views on YouTube, the world was full of self-important individuals.

They refused to acknowledge the title of Sword God, unwilling to watch the video, and were brimming with confidence in their own abilities.

They saw him, the Sword God propped up by the Alliance, as nothing but a clown.

In short, they had no sense of self-awareness.

After all, even Edelweiss couldn't subdue everyone in the world. Every year, countless fools would recklessly charge to the Sword Peak Elburg to challenge her, believing that defeating her would bring them fame, wealth, and beautiful women, never considering the vast gap in their abilities. How could Eiji, a sudden rising Sword God, possibly earn everyone's respect?

In their eyes, the Alliance's actions were likely nothing more than a superficial attempt at deification, meant to boost their own reputation—hardly worth a second glance.

Moreover, Eiji had only been crowned the Sword God a day or two ago. Too many people hadn't even had the chance to learn of his existence.

Eiji had always considered such people utterly foolish.

The One-Armed Swordsman seemed to be one of them.

"Come on, let me see what makes you so confident!"

Eiji gestured for his senior sister to step back and took the initiative to step forward.

He beckoned lazily, his face full of nonchalance.

He didn't even see this as a provocation—merely as humoring a reckless nobody.

"Arrogant! Young man, arrogance is not a virtue!"

The One-Armed Swordsman roared, seemingly provoked by his attitude, his eyes filled with intense coldness.

Then, he took a step forward and charged.

"Oh, pretty fast."

Eiji watched his every move, nodding slightly as he casually offered his assessment.

The One-Armed Swordsman was indeed fast.

However, unlike accelerating with pure physical strength, his muscles weren't tensed for power but focused on maintaining balance.

His movement was like skiing.

It was a technique that reduced friction under his feet to greatly increase speed, right?

"Mountain-Splitting Slash!"

The One-Armed Swordsman bellowed.

Swinging a massive heavy sword with his right arm, he closed in on Eiji at extreme speed and brought the dark greatsword down with immense force!

"Boom!"

With a single slash, the ground shattered abruptly.

The concrete floor was sliced apart like butter, the commotion so astonishing it truly resembled a missile detonating right before one's eyes.

"Not bad destructive power."

Eiji calmly commented.

With just a slight sidestep, he evaded this immensely powerful sword strike.

No exaggeration, purely objective.

This sword strike was exceptionally strong—if it had landed on him, it would likely have cleaved him in two.

Few in the entire world could probably withstand such a blow head-on.

Fitting its name, a genuine mountain-splitting slash.

"Ha!"

The One-Armed Swordsman roared.

His eyes tracked Eiji's movements like a hawk's; failing with one strike, he immediately swung another, aiming to cut him in half at the waist!