Free Web NovelBhadra suddenly soared into the sky with a violent aura, crashing straight into Soma Kosuke in mid-air.
Kosuke Soma's eyes narrowed as he watched the golden figure rapidly enlarge before him.
He raised his hand, took out a scroll from his sleeve, and threw it forward.
After the scroll left his hand, it quickly grew larger, transforming into a huge curtain that descended upon Bhadra.
"It's that same old trick again!"
Bhadra roared, not dodging at all, and his golden fist, carrying terrifying power, slammed into the scroll.
I thought this punch would shatter the painting.
But when the fist struck the painting, the force was instantly absorbed and completely disappeared.
The next second, the enormous scroll completely enveloped him.
Bhadra not only failed to break through the scroll, but was also sucked inside and disappeared without a trace.
The scroll floated in the air, its surface rippling.
Inside the painting, a golden light kept crashing against the paper, but it could never break through the thin layer of paper.
However, it is almost impossible to trap an SS-level professional with just a painting.
Only a few seconds had passed.
Cracks appeared on the surface of the painting.
Bhadra, trapped inside, was clearly using brute force to break through the small space.
Kosuke Soma remained expressionless.
He raised his hand again, and several more identical scrolls were thrown out in succession.
The first new scroll absorbed the entire cracked scroll inside.
Then, the second scroll absorbed the first one.
The third one was inhaled by the second one...
This process was repeated, sealing him away layer upon layer.
Soon, only a perfectly intact scroll remained suspended in mid-air.
Bhadra's presence was completely blocked, and he could not sense it at all.
"Slap, slap, slap."
A round of applause rang out.
The man in the white suit clapped repeatedly, a smile of appreciation on his face.
"Brilliant, absolutely brilliant."
"As expected of the most renowned spirit painter in the land of cherry blossoms, Master Kosuke."
"I never imagined that my own scroll could be used by you as a sealing artifact."
"This idea is truly admirable."
The man in the white suit changed the subject, his tone tinged with regret.
"However, to think that Bhadra can be trapped by such tricks is to seriously underestimate him."
The words fell.
The last scroll, suspended in mid-air, suddenly swelled up.
Blinding golden rays shone from inside the scroll.
"Snap!"
A crack appeared on the surface of the scroll, followed by several more cracks, and the cracks instantly covered the entire scroll.
"Break—for me!"
A roar came from the painting.
"Boom!"
The scroll suddenly exploded! Golden light shot into the sky, dispelling the surrounding darkness.
A burly figure appeared in the golden light.
At this moment, Bhadra was no longer made of flesh and blood; his entire body had turned dark gold. His skin was covered in golden patterns, and his eyes burned with rage.
"Stop talking nonsense! Attack together! Kill this old bastard!"
Upon hearing this, the man in the white suit simply smiled, adjusted his glasses, and gestured for Bhadra to enter.
"As you wish."
Wada Hirayama, who was standing to the side, could no longer contain himself. A smile appeared on his face as he gripped his knife tightly.
The next second, all three of them moved at the same time.
Bhadra was the most direct. He roared, his massive body tearing through the air as he punched Soma Kosuke.
Before the fist even arrived, the force of the punch caused the space to tremble.
Wada Hirayama's figure vanished instantly, reappearing behind Soma Kosuke, his katana silently piercing towards Soma's heart.
The man in the white suit remained standing in the same spot. He raised his hand and gently shook hands with Soma Kosuke.
"Click-click-click—"
The space around Soma Kosuke instantly solidified, squeezing inwards as if to crush him into mincemeat.
The three attackers blocked all of Kosuke Soma's escape routes from three directions.
Despite facing a seemingly hopeless situation, Kosuke Soma's face remained expressionless.
He didn't look at the sneak attack behind him, nor did he pay attention to the cramped space; his gaze was only fixed on Bhadra who was rushing towards him.
He stretched out his finger and pointed it in mid-air at the approaching golden fist.
"Buzz—"
Ripples spread across the space in front of him. It was a watercolor painting taking shape, depicting a pitch-black swamp.
"boom!"
Bhadra's fist slammed into the ripples. The power failed to tear through space; instead, it was swallowed up by the dark swamp without creating any waves.
At the same time, the blade of Hetian Heiyama arrived.
Just as the blade was about to touch his back, Kosuke Soma's body dissolved into a cloud of ink.
"Pfft!"
The blade pierced through the ink, leaving nothing in its wake. The ink then coalesced a short distance away into the figure of Kosuke Soma, completely unharmed.
The encroaching space was blocked by an invisible force when it reached his body, unable to advance an inch. This was the domain he had forcibly stabilized.
"That's interesting."
The man in the white suit smiled even more broadly as he watched this scene.
"He can actually do three things at once and neutralize the attacks of all three of us simultaneously."
"As expected of a spirit painter."
Bhadra's attack missed, which fueled his anger.
Stop with those tricks!
He charged forward again, his golden fists raining down, each punch carrying immense power.
Wada Hirayama's figure transformed into dozens of afterimages in the air, and sword light slashed towards Soma Kosuke from all directions.
The man in the white suit, hands in his pockets, merely raised his eyelids. The earth in the painting cracked open, and enormous tentacles made of ink burst forth, lashing out at Kosuke Soma. freewebnovel.cσ๓
Faced with the combined attack of the three, Kosuke Soma dodged and weaved through the air.
He lightly touched the ground with his feet, his figure disappeared, and he reappeared a hundred meters away, dodging Bhadra's heavy punch.
With fingers drawn like a sword, he drew a circle in front of him, and a landscape painting appeared, blocking the net of swords from Hetian Pingshan.
Then, with a flick of his sleeve, a dark bamboo forest rose from the ground, severing the attacking tentacles.
His movements were swift; each strike was like a painting.
Despite appearing very vulnerable to the attacks of the three, he never suffered a defeat.
However, the Kujo family could see that Kosuke Soma's face was rapidly turning pale. The wrinkles on his forehead were deepening, and his hair was turning gray.
Every time he made a move, it seemed as if he had exhausted all his strength. He looked even older.
"boom!"
Another collision. Kosuke Soma was thrown back dozens of meters before regaining his balance.
He was breathing heavily, and a trickle of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.
The man in the white suit looked at his disheveled appearance, smiled, and shook his head. He adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses, his voice tinged with regret.
"It's a real pity, Mr. Kosuke. Although you are very strong, you are getting old after all."
"If you surrender now, we might consider letting you leave alive."
