A dull longsword and a heartbroken villager

Bray occasionally liked to say a few words during battle, but never with such fervor.

While flames could not harm Bray, Takaman's spear was no mere decoration.

Unbeknownst to him, the skin beneath Bray's coat was covered in scars.

The attacks tore through his clothes and then his skin, causing Bray to bleed.

"Use your other sword!!!"

“You can’t afford to hold back now!” Takaman’s voice was like a burst of flames, full of heat.

His words carried a ferocity that threatened to destroy and burn everything, yet also an overwhelming power that compelled people to worship him.

“Your request will be granted.” Bray lowered his head slightly, raising his right eye to gaze at Takaman.

His body, which had just gotten up, leaned forward slightly, as if he hadn't been able to stand steadily.

But did he really lose his footing?

of course not.

The dragon patterns, blurred by blood, flickered for a moment.

It flashes by, then fades away, like an illusion.

A dragon's roar resounded, a sound that pierced through the clouds and shattered rocks, drowning out Takaman's furious roar.

Bray vanished from his spot and leaped from the fortress to Takaman's front.

The longsword in his left hand and the broadsword in his right hand had somehow been restored once again.

Takaman's form resembles a knight, and naturally, his breastplate is the thickest part of his armor.

Attacking the breastplate would be a foolish move, no matter how you look at it; it's the stupidest head-on confrontation.

However, this is exactly what Bray is prepared to do.

The jet-black blade was raised high, and then—

It crashed down violently.

"Crack—" The heavy rock breastplate was cleaved open with a spiderweb-like crack by a single sword strike.

Then came the longsword.

"Crack—" The longsword pierced through an entire layer of armor, becoming deeply embedded within it.

However, the blade is of limited length and cannot simply pierce through the back.

“Sharp enough! But too shallow!” Takaman said, enunciating each word clearly, as an invisible force suddenly blew up a strong wind.

Everything around Him was blown away by the gale and drifted more than ten meters away.

But Bray didn't.

He gripped the hilt of the longsword tightly and hung himself on Takaman's chest.

Bray knew, of course, that his strike was too shallow; he was not so arrogant as to think he could defeat Takaman so easily.

"Of course I know..."

"So there's still one more sword, you idiot stone."

"Crash!" As soon as the words fell, the broadsword struck the same spot again, shattering his entire layer of armor.

Both the outer covering and the original armor on the body were shattered, revealing the red-hot rock in the middle, scorched by flames.

Although it looks like the core, it isn't.

So after breaking through the opponent's armor, Bray drew his longsword, kicked off Takaman, and jumped away from his original position.

When Takaman's armor shattered, he was forced back a large step, his spear carving a deep trench in the ground.

"Very good, that's how it should be."

"It has to be this way!" Takaman clutched the spot where he had been shattered. He wasn't angry at being called an idiot by Bray; only fighting spirit spread throughout his body.

He gripped the spear in his hand tightly, pouring all his strength into the weapon.

Takaman could clearly see that Bray's sword was "sharper" than it had been during the fight.

Although I don't know why, it doesn't matter anymore.

Because this is the result He wanted.

He was not afraid that Blakeras would become stronger; He was only worried that Blakeras was not strong enough or had not made progress.

The spear swept out, and flames spread like wildfire.

Upon landing, Bray felt a pressure that made it difficult for him to breathe.

As the mental world was swung in this way, cracks began to appear.

The night cracked open, and the fortress teetered on the brink of collapse.

The pressure was mounting on Bray, as if it were going to crush him.

No... it's not just a feeling, this pressure truly crushed him.

Bray could feel the bones inside his fragile body being crushed by an almost tangible pressure.

Without this mental world, he might not even be able to stand up.

Seriously, they're both silver-tier, so why is there such a big difference?

Now, Takaman has finally dispelled Bray's previous illusion of being "somewhat invincible".

Bray was reminded of the fact that humans are inherently weak.

Takaman's shadow gradually grew larger and larger, until it seemed to be about to take over the entire earth.

Bray's figure kept shrinking, becoming as small as a speck of dust.

Then the longsword flashed through the silver light—

"Ancient Sword School" "Ghost Fang"

The demon's fangs forcefully crushed the magic, extinguished the flames, and left the most primal power for Bray to face alone.

The broadsword fiercely met the obviously oversized spear, showing no signs of being at a disadvantage.

Even if the blade begins to crack, he will not allow himself to fall into a disadvantageous position.

In this confrontation, the sword will only move forward and will never move backward.

Even if it shatters into pieces, it won't move backward.

This sword is as stubborn as its master.

Ah...what a stubborn brat. The spear was deflected amidst the scattering sparks.

Night returns, quietly awaiting the approaching dawn.

A heavy blow was deflected by a sword that was disproportionately small.

Moreover, it's not just a simple block; it bounces off directly.

The black sword, with a large section missing from its blade, stubbornly withstood a shot that could shatter even a world of illusions.

Was Takaman shocked?

Perhaps so, but more likely it's a thirst for further battle.

Takaman's scarlet ruby-like eyes reflected Bray's current figure.

He had seen a similar gesture from Bray a few years ago.

Blood was flowing from the corner of his right eye, his face was covered in scratches and dust, and his body was covered in open wounds; his bones must have been broken.

This posture is as magnificent as it was before.

He was indeed not restrained, but Bray was stronger.

The conditions for the battle are equal; there is no superiority or inferiority among the combatants.

Will we be defeated if we continue fighting like this?

He had also been defeated by Blakelas back then, but this time he didn't want to lose.

He does not acknowledge or recognize that he alone made no progress during this period.

His obsession with battle surpasses even the act of laying siege.

The walls of the world... the commands of the demigod lord... He disregarded them all.

Why was Bray able to fight so persistently?

"Not enough!!!"

"Prove it to me! Prove it to me!! Blakeras!"

"Tell me, how exactly are you going to defeat me without relying on miracles!"

Yes, He wanted to know how mortals, who had long surpassed their own limits, could defeat Him without relying on miracles.

Same as last time? Does it have to be the same as last time?

If it's possible...

"Then try all the methods you can!"

The raging roar shook the heavens and the earth; the sound alone could shatter the souls of the weak.

Even if no one around him bows down to him, at this moment he still exudes a powerful sense of oppression.

He came, and He conquered the earth beneath His feet.

He came, and the heavens were subdued by Him.

The only remaining target to conquer is that mortal wielding the sword.

"Cough...you're too loud," Bray said with difficulty, his right eye vision blurred.

He remained frozen in the moment when he deflected Takaman's shot, unable to retract his mind for a long time.

My breathing is a little rapid and disordered.

However, I still have energy left; I haven't run out of energy yet.

"It's so noisy I can't see anything." As he spoke, blood could be vaguely seen in his mouth.

For some reason, I have some difficulty seeing clearly with my right eye.

So he simply went with the flow and opened his eyes wide.

His right eye is dull and lifeless, and his vision is so blurry that he no longer needs to close it.

"Really? Your body is finally reaching its limit?" Takaman could hear every word Bray said.

He was naturally aware of his opponent's physical condition.

The word "horrible" perfectly describes it.

But He showed no mercy to Bray; His power continued to rise wildly.

He had no right to pity Blakeras, no right to pity a powerful man.

The opponent should not be pitied either.

The fact that Bray neither refused nor backed down in the face of his own declaration of war was enough to demonstrate the other side's will.

Takaman knew that this human, who lacked the heroic spirit of a warrior, had not drawn his sword to continue the battle.

But He is.

He didn't need to know Bray's motives or understand the deeper reasons; he just needed to fight to his heart's content.

“The limit… I’ll reach the limit when I die,” Bray replied.

"Hahahaha! Ah, Blakeras!! I knew I had to fight you!"

"Regardless of your identity, you are a respectable enemy."

"Keep going! Get up again and again! And then swing your sword at me!" His words were almost a roar, and the spear in his hand kept bursting with flames.

Although Takaman is a Silver Race, he actually has no ambitions.

Even after the earth was overrun by ants, He never had any grand ideas.