Bull Needles

Texas Smash.

After that punch slammed toward Yuto, its force still lingered.

Boom!

Several heavy explosions followed, shaking the hearts of everyone watching.

The blast swallowed even the faint sword light inside the smoke.

The ground trembled slightly, and the dust cloud spread across the battlefield.

No one knew the result.

Had the match ended the moment it began?

Had All Might defeated Yuto in one blow?

In the commentary room, Present Mic shouted with passion, "The No. 1 Pro Hero really is the No. 1! All Might used the devastating Texas Smash to suppress Yuto!"

"Even while limiting his strength, All Might's power is still more than enough!"

Aizawa watched All Might coldly.

That level of power was far beyond sixty percent.

At least sixty-five percent.

It seemed All Might was taking Yuto very seriously.

In other words, All Might could not be sure of defeating Yuto with only sixty percent of his strength.

That was why he had used more power against him.

Aizawa muttered, "So this is Yuto. Even All Might can't underestimate him."

In the spectator seats, the crowd stared at the smoke-covered battlefield, stunned.

Their hearts pounded as they waited.

"Is Yuto okay? Did it end just like that?"

"Is this the difference between the No. 1 Pro Hero and a fifteen-year-old student? It ended before it even started."

"All Might is this strong even while limiting his power?"

Many spectators sighed with regret.

"Yuto did his best. He's only fifteen, after all."

"The future belongs to him. At fifteen, he already beat Aizawa-sensei and Present Mic-sensei. That's already incredible."

"When I was fifteen, I was still playing around. This is the difference between people."

"Keep going, Yuto! We're still behind you!"

Class 1-A also froze.

Tsuyu sighed softly. "The gap in strength is still too wide. All Might is still All Might. He's not someone high school students can easily match. Yuto-chan has done his best, but the wall in front of him is too high."

Mineta looked devastated. "Yuto won't lose that easily!"

Yaoyorozu looked worried. "Yuto making it this far is already incredible. It's not that he's weak. At fifteen, his strength is already almost unmatched. All Might is simply too strong. He really is the Symbol of Peace."

Ochaco stared at the battlefield. Smoke rolled across the field, hiding the result.

"Is Yuu-kun's winning streak ending here?" she asked.

Kirishima clenched his fists. "This time, his opponent is All Might. That's just too strong. But Yuto fought like a man. I'm fired up just from watching. For this final exam, he has already done more than enough."

Bakugo snorted. "What are you talking about, Shitty Hair? That bastard Yuto won't lose like this. He still has a pile of tricks he hasn't used. No way he goes down here."

Todoroki nodded. "He's right."

Every eye turned back to the battlefield.

The thick smoke slowly cleared.

Was the answer finally about to appear?

Two tall figures stood on the field.

All Might and Yuto were locked in a clash.

Yuto had used Three Sword Style: Bull Needles, thrusting several times at high speed in a short burst, and had stopped the force of Texas Smash.

The audience gasped.

Yuto had blocked All Might's attack.

That meant he still had a chance to win.

All Might laughed. "Not bad, Young Yuto!"

Yuto smiled. "You're the one who's not bad, All Might."

"From here on, you should take this seriously. Otherwise, I'll end this before you know it."

The whole crowd froze.

What?

Was he joking?

Ending the match against All Might before anyone knew it?

That was impossible.

Even All Might blinked for a moment.

"You're very confident, Young Yuto."

In the commentary room, Present Mic laughed wildly. "Yuto is as confident as ever! Even with All Might holding back, nobody can end a match against him that easily!"

The audience laughed with him.

"What is Yuto saying?"

"That's completely impossible."

"Has he run out of options and started dreaming?"

Then the laughter stopped.

On the battlefield, Yuto held his two blades. A cold light shone in his eyes.

"Sword Technique."

"Ghostly Aura. Nine Sword Style: Asura."

What?

Nine Sword Style?

That should not exist.

The entire crowd fell into shock.

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