Overlord Vol.3 Page 061
"Tsut!" His exhalation was sharp and short.
The katana flew out of its sheath and stretched toward Shalltear's neck, cutting the air itself. If one were to liken it's speed to something: a bolt of lightning. By the time the flash registered, the head was falling -- that's how fast he was. Millions of repetitions had created a strike that truly reached the realm of the gods.
Got it.
He was sure --
-- and his yes widened in spite of himself.
He had cleaved the air. If his strongest attack was completely dodged, then he would've admitted than an unimaginably strong enemy had appeared before him. But --
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Shalltear had caught it -- His strike that was as fast as a bolt of lightning.
As gently as if she were pinching the wing of a butterfly.
Brain felt as if the air had frozen. He breathed desperately in and out.
"...That...that can't be..." he panted in an almost silent whisper.
He felt like his whole body was going to start trembling, but he restrained himself with everything he had. He couldn't believe what he'd just seen, but Shalltear's two slender, snow-white fingers -- a thumb and an index finger -- were right there, on the end of his sword.
She didn't catch the cutting edge, in front of the tempering patterns, and instead pinched the ridge on the flat of the blade, with her wrist bent at ninety degrees. She hadn't stopped it in its path but caught up with it from behind -- caught up to his Divine Strike.
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