Another Battlefield - The Eye of the Storm Storm clouds were gathering on the western side of the Dragon Fang Arena. A thunderous, earth-shattering footstep echoed across the ground, causing the spectators to tremble.
Onimaru Setsura, captain of the Spear Club.
He wielded the colossal mechanical spear "Gokuretsu", clad in armour as unyielding as an iron fortress - like a war demon incarnate.
Now he was advancing steadily towards the Magic Club's defences.
Standing in his way were Mitō Karuma and Byakuran, their expressions grave.
"He's finally making his move," Mitō muttered. "This isn't just an attack - it's a declaration of dominance."
Byakuran's gaze locked on the towering figure, and for the first time, he truly understood the limits of illusionary magic.
"That spear... Gokuretsu isn't just a weapon of brute force," he whispered. "It's... a spear forged to shatter illusions - a true 'Breaker of Deception.'"
Mitō's eyes darkened. "We must take a risk. Stopping him isn't about victory - it's about..." He took a deep breath. "Giving Yomi Cang more options."
Byakuran nodded slightly, but his gaze drifted to the distant raised platform - to the lone figure standing there, silently overseeing the battlefield.
Yomi Cang.
Would he understand the price of this sacrifice?
And at that moment - BOOM!
Onimaru Setsura had stepped onto the field. The air around him exploded as his spear tore through two illusionary barriers in an instant!
"The new card dogs of the Magic Club." His voice was deep and unwavering, his eyes without hesitation. "Don't think you can hide your weakness with cheap tricks."
"You don't understand what a battlefield really is."
Byakuran immediately deployed [Multi-Phantom Formation: Mirror Feather Array], surrounding Onimaru with six layers of mirage clones, trying to lure him into an illusion trap. But the very next second - BANG!
A single thrust pierced every core point of the illusion, forcing Byakuran's true location into the open!
"H-He... saw through the trajectory calculations?!" Byakuran's pupils shrank.
"Phantom-Piercing Thunderflow-Activate."
Onimaru exhaled as his spear crackled with red and blue lightning. With one step forward, the entire illusionary battlefield collapsed!
Mitō Karuma immediately retaliated, activating [Sensorial Veil: Myriad Layers] to distort Onimaru's sight and hearing. But it was useless - the next moment, he locked on to them.
"The Battle of the Weak."
A crushing spear blow shattered the ground beneath them!
"Retreat!!" Byakuran grabbed Mitō and the two retreated at full speed, covering for each other. But behind them, the battlefield itself disintegrated under Onimaru's Phantom-Piercing Thunderstream.
"He's the natural enemy of the Magic Club," Mitō gritted his teeth.
And Onimaru Setsura, standing amidst the smoke and debris, slowly raised his spear - his presence godlike, demonic, overpowering.
"You two - are unworthy to stand at the side of Yomi Cang."
At that moment, both Byakuran and Mitō felt a chill deep in their hearts.
This was not just a battle for supremacy - it was a challenge.
A challenge to the very existence of the Magic Club.
They were being forced to see the truth: in this "Battle of the Five Societies", the first to be tested by the strongest... was not Yomi Cang.
It was them - the ones standing next to him.
On the other side of the battlefield, Hōdō Saya watched silently as Onimaru's spear shattered everything in its path.
Her expression wavered slightly.
"Even Byakuran and Karuma... were overwhelmed."
She murmured, but there was no satisfaction in her voice.
Only deep concern.
"...Will you remain silent forever, Yomi Cang?"
Finally, she raised her bow again - aimed directly at him.
[Mixed Battle - Round Two] Zone C - Illusionary Boundary The wind howled like a blade. Playing cards fluttered through the air, spinning through the dust and afterimages. Yomi Cang's figure weaved through the battlefield, moving like a suppressed melody - turning, dodging, ambushing - and then disappearing.
The entire battlefield was shrouded in illusionary veils, as if reality itself had been sliced into multiple, fractured dimensions.
At its centre, Hōdō Saya stood motionless, like the unmoving full moon in a chaotic night.
Her longbow, the Tsukimizen, was fully drawn, its silver spirit energy shimmering along the bowstring. Her pupils shrank as she tracked every phantom silhouette in sight.
She never missed a shot.
And yet - she had yet to fire the decisive arrow.
She was waiting.
Or perhaps... she hesitated.
--"His eyes... they are not the eyes of a warrior."
She could feel it - every ripple in Yomi Cang's illusions carried emotion:
Unease. Hesitation. Suppression. Guilt.
She knew these feelings all too well.
And she hated facing them.
Biting her lip, she tightened her grip on the bowstring - her heart trembling slightly.
"Yomi Cang... are you forcing me to make a choice?"
Tactically, she had already seen through the core of his illusion. She had analysed his movement patterns.
Emotionally, she wished this battle would never end.
But - he was the captain of the Magic Club.
And she was the leading archer of the Bow Club.
That meant there had to be some distance between them.
Hiding behind a wall of illusionary cards, Yomi Cang held a glowing blue card: [Reverse Arcana: Mirror Image].
Cold sweat dripped down his forehead, but his heart felt even colder.
"She still hasn't fired the arrow... Is she waiting for me to surrender?"
"Saya, you of all people should understand - the true purpose of this battle."
He squeezed his eyes shut. Then he opened them.
The patterns of his illusion field pulsed in his palm. Yet every single line of calculation... was read.
Saya was not only a skilled archer.
She felt the rhythms of illusion.
She heard the heartbeats of illusion.
He realised - in front of her... all his tricks were meaningless.
"Yomi Cang."
A voice as cool as moonlight called to him from the centre of the battlefield.
He lifted his head - and saw.
The pain hidden deep in Saya's eyes.
"...I'm sorry."
His lips moved, but no sound came out.
And then- "Lunar Arc: Piercing Heart Arrow."
Hōdō Saya let go of her shot.
Silent as a whisper - yet it shattered the entire illusionary realm.
The silver-white arrow pierced through reality and illusion, obliterating the entire labyrinth of illusion.
It struck the phantom core beneath Yomi Cang's feet.
In an instant, the entire map construct collapsed.
Yomi Cang fell to his knees.
Phantom fragments rained down like shattered stardust.
The battle was over.
Saya slowly lowered her bow, her silver hair swaying in the wind.
She didn't even look back at him.
"You forced me to win, Yomi Cang."
She walked away - stiffly. But the moment she left the battlefield - her steps faltered.
And in the ruins of the shattered illusion, Yomi Cang knelt in silence.
The card in his hand: [Reverse Arcana: Mirror Image] burned to ashes.
[Mixed Battle - Round Two] C-Zone Combat Results:
✦ Bow Club vs. Hōdō Saya: Victory ✦ Magic Club - Yomi Cang: Defeated
烈震雷獄「破幻之枪再临」
另一侧战区,风暴汇聚之地.
龙牙场的西侧,战云密布,一道雷轰般的沉重脚步声踏碎地面,震得整个观战席微微颤动.
鬼丸刹罗,标枪部部长.
他执着巨型机关长枪「獄裂」,披着如铁壁般的甲铠,宛若战争之鬼.
此刻,他正缓缓逼近魔术部的防御线,前方,御堂狩真与白蓝并肩而立,脸色凝重.
"他终于动了."御堂狩真低声说,"这不是普通的突破口...是威慑性宣战."
白蓝眼中映着那道如山般的身影,第一次,他从心底感觉到什么叫——幻术的极限.
"獄裂...那不是简单的力量武器."白蓝呢喃,"那是...一把专门为毁灭幻术而生的'破局之枪'."
御堂狩真眼神沉了几分,"我们要赌一次了.拖住他,不是为了胜利,是为了...让夜见苍那边,有更多'选择'."
白蓝轻轻点头,目光却投向战场另一头的高台——
那道始终沉默指挥的身影.
夜见苍,他是否能看到这场"牺牲"的意义?
而这一刻——
轰!!
鬼丸刹罗已踏入阵中,空气仿佛炸裂,长枪横扫而出,瞬间扯碎两道幻术屏障!
"——魔术部的新牌狗."他低沉开口,眼神里没有丝毫犹疑,"别妄想用虚假障眼术来遮掩弱小."
"你们根本不懂什么叫'战场'."
白蓝立刻施展[多重虚影·镜羽阵]以六重虚像包围对手,企图诱导鬼丸进入幻象层,但对方下一秒便毫不犹豫地——
砰!
一枪贯穿所有幻影核心点,连白蓝本体的藏身之处都被逼出!
"他...完全识破了轨迹计算!?"白蓝瞳孔一缩.
"破幻雷流,启动."鬼丸低声吐息,獄裂枪身迸出赤蓝电光,随着他踏前一步,整个幻术地形立刻崩毁!
御堂狩真立刻出手,手中魔术棒激发出[感官迷雾·万象层]试图干扰鬼丸的听觉与视觉,但对方仿佛根本不受影响,一瞬之间锁定坐标——
"——弱者的挣扎."
长枪重压而下,地面如被巨兽撕裂!
"撤!!"白蓝一把拉住御堂狩真,二人飞速后撤,彼此掩护,但后方幻术地形在鬼丸的破幻雷流下,几乎无法持续维持三秒以上!
"...他完全是魔术部的天敌."御堂狩真咬牙.
而鬼丸刹罗缓缓举起獄裂,站在烟尘中的身影如神魔般压迫.
"你们两人——已经没资格守在夜见苍身边."
那一刻,白蓝与御堂狩真皆是心头一震.
这不仅是一场压制战,而是一场挑衅,一场对魔术部存在价值的否定.
他们被迫看清:在这场"五社联合会战"里,最先被"强者"选中试炼的,不是夜见苍,而是他们这些——站在他身边的人.
镜头缓缓切回——
战场另一端,凰堂纱夜静静望着鬼丸压阵的一击,眼神里泛起微妙的波动.
"连白蓝与狩真...都被压制了吗."
她低声喃喃,却没有得意,只有更深的忧虑.
"...你还要继续沉默下去吗,夜见苍."
她终于再度搭弓,朝夜见苍的方向——缓缓举起.
[混合战·第二轮]
——战场C区·幻术交界带
狂风如割,纸牌翻飞.夜见苍的身影在灰尘与残影中穿梭,像一阵刻意压抑的旋律,旋转,闪避,伏击,再次消失.周围的视野仿佛被切割成了不真实的多层布幕,每一寸空气都暗藏幻象.
而凰堂纱夜,站在战场的中心,如夜空中不动的月轮.她的长弓「月见弦」拉满弓弦,弦上凝聚着淡银的灵气光弧,瞳孔微缩,盯紧前方每一道虚影.她没有一箭落空,却也迟迟没有真正的破局之击.
她在等待.
亦或是在迟疑.
——"他...不是战斗时该有的眼神."
凰堂纱夜感知到夜见苍每一波幻术释放时,内里裹挟着的情绪波动:不安,动摇,压抑,愧疚.
那是她熟悉却又不愿面对的东西.
她咬牙,指尖紧扣弓弦,心中泛起微不可察的战栗.
"夜见苍,你要逼我做出选择吗..."
战术上,她已看穿对方布置的幻阵核心,并捕捉到了夜见苍本体移动的模式.
情感上,她却希望,这场战斗永远不要分出胜负.
但——他是魔术部部长.
而她,是弓箭部的代表箭手.
那就是,必须拉开的距离.
夜见苍躲在一道纸牌壁后,手指颤抖地拈住一张泛着蓝光的[逆位·镜面].
他的额前冷汗未干,心却更加凉透.
"她迟迟没有用那一箭...是在等我认输吗?"
"纱夜,你明明比谁都清楚这场战的意义..."
他用力闭上眼,又睁开.
幻术阵的纹路在他掌心活跃闪动,然而每一条运算线的脉动,仿佛都在被纱夜的"感知之弓"一点点锁定.她从不是靠单纯力量赢的弓手——她用感知与共鸣,读取幻术的心跳.
他知道,他的一切伪装,在她面前——
毫无意义.
"夜见苍."
那一声轻唤,从战场中心传来,月光般清冷.
夜见苍倏然抬头,与她四目交汇.
那一刻,他看到了纱夜眼中藏得极深的痛.
"对不起."
他嘴唇动了动,却没能说出声.
下一刻——
"月虹·穿心箭."
凰堂纱夜放出了那一箭.
破空无声,却震撼了整个幻术领域.
银白箭矢贯穿虚实之间,撕碎夜见苍布下的幻术迷宫,精准而残忍地击中他脚下[幻源核心],刹那间整个纸牌结界崩解,虚影溃散.
——夜见苍半跪在原地,身后幻光碎片如星雨坠落.
胜负,已定.
凰堂纱夜缓缓收弓,银发在风中微扬,脸上没有胜利者的喜悦.她甚至不愿多看他一眼,转身离去.
"你逼我赢的,夜见苍."
她的背影僵直,却在离开战场后一步步踉跄.
而在残破幻术阵的中央,夜见苍跪地沉默,手中那张[逆位·镜面],缓缓烧成了灰烬.
[混合战·第二轮]C区战斗结果公布:
✦ 弓箭部·凰堂纱夜 胜
✦ 魔术部·夜见苍 敗退