28 Black Matter

"As cocky as ever, arentcha?" Hanma replied with a bright smile, "Remind me again–which one of us has the winning record in our duels?!"

Without warning, the fiery-spirited woman hoisted her colossal sword above her head, its blood-soaked, onyx bulk flaring up with a swirl of wind. As quickly as it came up, the blade was pulled back down, releasing a slash of slicing wind that carved through the boiling water, the surrounding stone, and across the forest's soil. 

The targeted, young man didn't shy away, standing his ground as he pointed his gauntlet towards the incoming strike. 

["Unholy Hide of The Abyss"] 

Shadowed emerged and conjoined, intertwining into a devilish shield before the one bearing the [Final Boss] class.