Shinji Matou at Your Service-Chapter 1032: Unlimited Katana Works

Regardless of whether it was Roa, Araya Souren, or Fabro, they were all among the strongest standing at the pinnacle of the mysterious world. Although the momentum of the single-line sword formation was indeed terrifying, they would not retreat just because of it.

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Do not forget, the greatest characteristic of these three men, who looked like brothers, was their incredibly resilient bodies, all possessing strong immortality. What if ten thousand swords pierced their hearts? If it achieved their goal, they wouldn't even flinch at one hundred thousand swords.

Fabro continued to manipulate the Sea of Chaos, while Araya and Roa charged into the sword formation without hesitation.

"Fools!"

Without any visible movement from the old man, the sword formation shifted on its own, endlessly and relentlessly crashing into the two intruders. The momentum of the formation was indeed like a thousand cuts.

Roa, the fastest, was instantly covered in blood, and before long, he was reduced to a skeleton.

Seeing this, Araya, who was two steps behind, crossed his hands with his index fingers and thumbs touching at the tips, while the remaining three fingers intertwined. He chanted a mantra from his mouth: "Rin!"

It was none other than the secret Buddhist mudra — the Nine Syllable Seals.

The Nine Syllable Seals: Rin, Pyo, Toh, Sha, Kai, Jin, Retsu, Zai, Zen. Rin is the first syllable, paired with the mudra of Fundamental Seal, symbolizing a stable body and mind, immovable like a mountain.

Since Araya Souren had grasped the Vajra Law between life and death, he was truly invincible, impervious to all methods. With the flow of the Buddhist light, the monk, practicing asceticism with his hair, was bathed in a golden-red hue, like a bronze Buddha in a temple, exuding a majestic aura.

The sword formation, capable of instantly flaying a person, struck his body with a piercing screech, painful to the ears, but it could not pierce through the golden shield of light, and it eventually shattered.

Seeing this, Senji Muramasa's face showed a trace of anger.

"Having entered the Buddhist path, why do you ally with demons and evil?"

"If I do not enter hell, who will?"

Araya Souren's expression was sorrowful, and his voice was heavy, but he remained unwavering. The second syllable of the mantra followed.

"Pyō!"

The mudra changed, transforming into the Outer Lion's Seal.

The firm defense immediately turned into a fierce and bold attack. The more difficult the situation, the braver he became.

The energy he had been accumulating for a long time exploded outward, and the layers upon layers of the sword formation around him scattered as if blown by a level twelve typhoon, breaking apart on the spot.

Thanks to Araya's effort, Roa had a chance to breathe and recover. In the blink of an eye, his flesh regrew, and using some unknown technique, he disrupted the sword formation. Then, Fabro's Sea of Chaos arrived and swallowed the sword formation.

The Sea of Chaos was not just formed by the concept of life factors; it was incredibly heavy. The blades were wrapped in it as if iron blocks were being cast in molten gold, unable to move.

The black tide continued forward, heavily surrounding the elderly man.

"It's over."

Roa, now fully recovered, walked barefoot across the Sea of Chaos and declared to the elder, who had been forced into a corner.

"It is indeed time for it to end—your end. Allow me to show you my final forge, using your blood and flesh."

Before his words had even finished, the three black-clad figures surrounding him in a triangular formation all changed their expressions. A chilling aura surged from beneath their feet, shooting straight to the heavens, and enveloping a radius of hundreds of meters.

Then, sword light scattered, and sword energy filled the air.

Above the Sea of Chaos, everything was filled with the concept of swords.

This was not just a physical attack but also conceptual damage. Whether it was chaos, Vajra, or reincarnation, they all felt immense pressure.

At the center of it all, the elder's hair and beard stood on end as he recited in a loud voice:

"Fire burns the earth, refining it into iron."

Before the voice had faded, the already faint flames suddenly surged, and the firelight blazed brilliantly. The ground turned red, and even more dazzling light was born from the flames.

It was the light of metal, the crystallization formed after the earth had been refined.

The place Shirou had chosen for his training was rich in metal energy, and for the sake of his blacksmithing, large amounts of iron and carbon had been stored here. Now, all of this was being used by Senji Muramasa.

"After a hundred refinements, it becomes steel."

The carbon and fire continued to burn, and the metal condensed further. The renowned swordsmith continued his chant.

At that moment, the elderly man, who had previously appeared unremarkable, suddenly became incomparably tall, like a deity. He raised both hands high, and a pitch-black iron hammer appeared in his hands. Accompanied by his words, he struck the ground heavily, hammering the surrounding Sea of Life.

The earth trembled, and the black tide, which had been unstoppable before, suddenly retreated against its master's will as if sensing its natural enemy.

"Forged by a thousand hammers, a famed sword is born!"

At the moment the word sword was spoken, the sky cracked, and brilliant silver light pierced the heavens.

The moon dimmed, and the stars lost their color. In that instant, this was the only light between heaven and earth.

The elderly man, who had once forged Japan's greatest demonic sword, was now, in the face of strong enemies, on the battlefield, using heaven and earth as his furnace, the mountains as his materials, controlling the flames, and wielding his hammer to forge a peerless sword.

No, not just one sword—hundreds, thousands.

Compared to this formation, the previous so-called single-line sword formation was nothing more than a children's parade. This was the real invincible army formation.

"Not good! Stop him quickly!"

Roa, who had barely escaped the concept of swords, roared with a ferocious expression.

"Too late. Six hundred and sixty-six lives? The chaos of life? Sorry, but swords are meant for killing!"

Amid the elder's voice, which echoed across the sky, thousands of swords rose from the earth's furnace, from the endless flames, and arranged themselves neatly around him.

A thousand swords pierced the ground like immovable infantry.

A thousand swords stretched across the sky like the most impactful cavalry.

Another thousand swords hovered overhead like archers with deadly precision.

With a formation of swords, Roa, Araya, and Fabro were all trapped in a sea of blades.

"The swords I forge can cut through anything—chaos, Vajra, demons, and monsters alike!"

The elder no longer looked at the three enemies trapped in the frenzy, nor did he care about the deathly aura that had been lingering around him. He took a deep breath and slowly exhaled.

Suddenly, his body, no less robust than that of a young man, emitted a brilliant red light more dazzling than the thousand swords surrounding him.

The red light spread outward, and wherever it passed, whether it was a sword in the sky, on the ground, or in midair, the blades trembled as if alive, resonating with a mournful sound.

Spirituality—this was the greatest difference between a famed sword and an ordinary blade. Senji Muramasa's breath had endowed all three thousand swords with spirituality, a power that no human could possess. His title as Japan's greatest swordsmith was well-deserved.

For some reason, though, these newly spiritualized swords all trembled as if in fear, their sounds sorrowful.

After completing all this, the elder closed his eyes, his expression more serene than ever. In a tone no longer as loud as before, he softly spoke:

"A body of steel, bones of iron, blood of flame, forged a thousand times over, a famed sword is born. This is—Unlimited Katana Works!"

It was as if the coffin had been sealed.