A dull longsword and a heartbroken villager

Unlike Umkandal, which attempted to overturn the world order and allow the Silver race to reach the top.

Umkandal is a true leader and a respectable strongman.

Takaman also acknowledged Umkandar's power and recognized Him as the demigod lord.

However, Takaman remained indifferent to whether or not the world would be overturned.

He thought ants were boring, weak, and not worth paying attention to.

The world is somewhat dull, at least for Him who only knows how to fight.

He cannot appreciate the art of inferior beings, nor can he understand their thoughts.

Moreover, the world has been returned to the Silver Seeds, which, for Takaman, simply means that all demigods can openly reside above Kapras.

Life, which is already monotonous, will not undergo any significant changes as a result.

A formidable opponent still cannot be found.

Aside from Umkandar, there are fewer than five creatures capable of fighting Takaman.

However, none of them could ignite his fighting spirit.

Umm Kandar was able to do it at first, but not later.

Perhaps it's because Umkandal, though powerful, is not pure.

Many guys fight not for the sake of fighting, and Umkandar is no exception.

But now, He is content.

He met a pure soul.

Bray wasn't the kind of guy who fought for the sake of fighting, but Takaman could still sense his purity.

Because his fighting was a desperate struggle, his eyes held nothing but a focus on winning the battle before him.

He can adapt to battles far beyond his own level, no matter how terrifying the battle.

As expected... the opponent Takaman truly craved.

The night was once again dyed orange-red, and the entire sky was ignited by His fighting spirit.

Under this sky, the spear was hurled by Takaman.

This scene was as if He had thrown a sun at Bray.

The earth's veins surged, and countless rock monsters, comparable to the previous behemoth, rolled out.

Bray was unable to use magic, and even his inner energy was difficult to use.

Only two swords remain as reliable options.

"BOOM!!!!!!!!!!" The somewhat frenzied explosion echoed under the sky.

The dust settled instantly after the loud bang, revealing the blood-stained minefield.

Like a demon that can't be killed no matter what, Bray is still standing there.

No one knows how he managed to withstand such a city-destroying attack with just the help of two swords and his own mortal body.

"Come on!" Bray roared, using his voice to clear his head.

"Hahahaha!!!! Come on then! Blakelas!" Takaman laughed wildly and took a heavy step forward.

A battle that exhausts all your strength is the kind of battle that can make your soul boil. Takaman took a heavy step onto the ground.

No, this can no longer be considered a step; it should be called trampling.

As Takaman stomped on the ground, the ground began to sink, with His feet as the center, and cracks spread outwards in concentric circles.

The moment the cracks stopped spreading, a spear-shaped projectile hurtled straight toward the mine.

"Whoosh!!!!!" The sound of the swirling air filled Bray's ears.

Ah...it's flying!

Although the attack was blocked, the mine still could not completely negate the powerful impact.

He was swept up into the sky by the chaotic airflow.

Bray glanced at Takaman below out of the corner of his eye and couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief.

With his vision a little blurry, Takaman was not clearly visible to him, only a rough outline.

"It's so cold..."

The wind at high altitudes is quite cool, the kind of cool that makes you feel uncomfortable.

Her clothes fluttered in the turbulent water, and her carefully tied braids came undone because the hair tie had broken.

Now look what's happened, my messy hair is getting in my way.

Fortunately, Bray is no longer relying on his vision to fight.

"Breaklas!!!!!!!!!!" Takaman's voice was like thunder.

Even high in the air, with the wind whistling in his ears, Bray could still hear His words clearly.

"continue!!!!!!"

Takaman gathered his power, and flames were slowly exhaled as if by his breath.

"Let me see that black meteor one more time!!!" As soon as he finished speaking, he leaped up from the ground and attacked the mine in mid-air with his spear.

Let Him see that shooting star again! This time, He will catch that sword steadily!!!

“…” Bray used his right eye to look at the red light that was gradually enlarging.

Just as expected, Takaman was recreating a scene from several years ago.

Bray himself could barely remember the scene, but Takaman remembered every single detail.

He was also blasted into the air at that time.

To be honest, though, this time it's not as high as it was a few years ago.

At least this time, Bray felt that the white clouds in the sky were still very far away from him.

Even at this moment, when he has risen to the highest point, he still stretches out his hand, unable to reach the sky.

Feeling the hilt of his sword in his right hand, Bray felt a pang of emotion for some reason.

Every second, Takaman would rise a certain distance, so fast that he wouldn't even have a chance to blink.

If I don't move, the enemy's spear will pierce through me, making me like a sitting duck.

The scent of death surrounded him, and he knew all too well that he would die if he wasn't careful.

He himself has said that miracles won't happen here.

So even if I die here, I won't miraculously come back to life.

The other person seemed really excited, but I just felt a chill.

His battle was like walking a tightrope, allowing no room for error.

At this most crucial moment, Bray wasn't thinking about fighting, or even how to strike with his next sword.

He heard the cries of a baby and the whispers of someone holding the baby.

If he could, he wouldn't want to stay in a place that looked like it had been bombed.

He just wanted to sit under a big tree when the sun was shining brightly and do something boring to pass the time.

Suddenly... I feel like finding a place to practice my swordsmanship.

But we need to cut down the guy in front of us first.

However, at this moment, Bray doesn't even have the last bit of internal energy to drive the dragon pattern.

Therefore, he didn't have any fancy moves to make.

"Are you ready?" Bray adjusted his posture in mid-air, facing the incoming Takaman.

He believed the other person could hear him, so there was no need to repeat himself.

"Hahahaha! Are you ready?! I can always be ready!" Takaman's spear, accompanied by uncontrollable maniacal laughter, hurtled towards Bray.

Then, He saw a black meteor fall from above.

It was a black sword transformed into a shooting star.

Just like when I saw that shooting star a few years ago.

However, just as Takaman was trying his best to confront the meteor head-on, he noticed that the meteor was different.

No, it's different. It's not like the black meteors of a few years ago...

It's not just a sword.

"You've lost." This time, the sword was in someone else's grasp, no longer thrusting alone towards its target.

"Onis Swordsmanship" and "Golden Death Star"

"Clang!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" The jet-black broadsword grazed past the tip of the spear, then landed precisely on Takaman's chest where his armor had been shattered.

Takaman's eyes met those of Bray, who was almost right in front of him.

Even at this moment, Takaman still couldn't see any other expression in Bray's eyes.

There was neither the excitement of hitting oneself nor the pain of being injured.

It was far too calm.

"Crack—" The sound of rocks breaking rang out one after another.

Such a sound brought Takaman back to his senses, and his boiling fighting spirit began to subside.

Bray, sword and all, ripped a large hole in Takaman's chest and then pierced through him.

The jagged cracks at the edges of the hollow opening spread until they covered his entire body.

So that's why you said He lost? Was He so confident that He could predict the outcome beforehand?

The sword that failed to pierce him last time shattered him cleanly this time.

This is an even more dazzling, jet-black meteor than it was a few years ago.

Ultimately, He made no progress during this period.

"Crash—" The knight's body fell to the ground and immediately shattered into countless pieces of rock.

After spitting out the blood in his mouth, Bury, amidst the rubble, struggled to his feet.

He used his sword to support himself and looked ahead at the last active part of Takaman.

The scene from a few years ago has been repeated once again.

With only a third of his chest and half his head remaining, Takaman stood tilted on the cratered ground, staring at Bray.

A jewel-like crimson eye stared back at a lifeless, dead fish eye.

A beam of light pierced the night and landed between Bray and Takaman.

A clear breeze blew through Bray's messy hair.

Dawn has broken.

"Hahahaha!!! It's over!"

"This battle is finally over!" Takaman laughed in a muffled voice.

The battle ended in His defeat.

No regrets? No, perhaps there are still some regrets.

But He couldn't say exactly what it was.

but--

"That was enough fun."

"Let's do it," Takaman then said calmly to Bray.

Bray stared at Takaman for a few seconds, then drew his longsword with his right hand.

There were still some stone fragments and dust clinging to the blade.