counters gungnir mid throw

As the lance was fired with tremendous force, the “happy world” was smashed to pieces
as if space itself was being torn apart. As a fragment of the world approached with the
force of a raging wave, it took on the shape of a giant lance. The walls of all the phases
were crushed, transformed into a swirl of deadly weapons resembling sharp shards of
glass, and approached their pitiful target as if to swallow him whole.
Everything was ripped up.
The black labyrinth, which had used up all of its possibilities, showed itself.
Magic God Othinus had the ability to create, so she was technically not destroying
anything. This may have been a change brought about by adding a new phase into the
world. Nevertheless, it was blatantly obvious what the scene before Kamijou’s eyes would
produce. It was the same as referring to the utter destruction of a luxurious palace as
“creating a pile of rubble”. This was undeniably a torrent of destruction.
The convenience of the world of man meant nothing.
The destruction carried out by the god took precedence.
Its greatest effect was causing any resisting human who saw it to give up.
It provided such an overwhelming feeling of resignation that even an experienced hero
would fall to his knees and end his challenge.
Most likely, no one could have escaped that lance when attacked head on. No matter what
form of defense or evasion they attempted, they would have had no hope of surviving.
That attack had been given the parameter of “no human can oppose it”. Unless one left
the territory of man, one would be smashed to pieces. Not even Fiamma of the Right or
Ollerus could have done anything when faced with it.
There was no way a normal high school boy could overcome it.
Even with a special power in his right hand, he would be smashed to pieces before he
could use it.
However…
(Weren’t you listening, Othinus?)
Kamijou Touma thought to himself as he silently stared at the tip of the giant lance created
by sacrificing an entire world.
(I’m not a special person, I might normally lose to a professional magician, and I’m
nothing more than a high school student.)
In the instant of firing the lance, Othinus’s face twisted slightly.
She must have seen the look on the boy’s face.
Yes.
Kamijou Touma was smiling ever so slightly.
“But right now, I can overcome you!!!!”
The action he took was simple.
He tightly clenched his right fist and used his entire body weight to thrust it forward.
No one would have been able to keep up with its overwhelming speed. Their bodies would
have been smashed to pieces before they could even hope to follow the tip of the lance
with their eyes.
But the experience he had built up accurately guided his movements.
He had achieved a surefire attack that would work on Magic God Othinus and no one else.
Kamijou Touma’s right fist was sucked in toward the one point that no one else would
have been able to reach.
His fist reached the sharp tip of Gungnir.
In that instant, all sound vanished from the world.
The kind world vanished and everything was dyed in black.
When Kamijou Touma’s right fist struck it, the lance veered sharply upward.
When Othinus held up her hand, the lance rotated complexly and began to fly back to her
hand through the black sky.
But it never completed the action.
The lance broke apart in midair and completely disintegrated before returning to Othinus
like a boomerang.
“…”
Kamijou’s fist did not escape unscathed.
The middle and ring finger of his supposedly tightly clenched fist had been twisted at a
distinctly odd angle.

- New Testament Volume 9 Chapter 8 Part 3