A dull longsword and a heartbroken villager

On their swords, one can see the shadows of various weapons such as axes, spears, and lances.

However, in terms of swordsmanship, Bray may be weaker than Whiteface, but not by much.

But Bree could not solve the concepts that White had grasped.

Even though "The Last Echo" suppressed Hakumen's control over the concept of "time and space," Hakumen could still freeze time and space for a moment.

In this level of combat, that single moment can be enough to decide the outcome.

Moreover, even without stopping time and space, simply digging out the space in front of you can determine the direction of the battle.

Even with his powerful physique, Bray still couldn't withstand Whiteface's slash.

"I recently learned how to conceal my presence." Despite this, Bray remained calm and even uttered a sentence that had absolutely nothing to do with the battle.

“Unfortunately, these techniques are meaningless to you,” he said, his two swords never ceasing their attacks.

"Did you learn that from Atwood?" Whiteface replied calmly to Bray's question.

The only difference is that Bai Mian's murderous intent never ceased.

"Clang!" Bray's attack was easily blocked.

“Yes.” Bray casually swung his next sword.

"It seems that people from other timelines also know that hunter."

“No.” Whiteface denied Bray’s words, his sword coldly piercing Bray’s abdomen.

"It just so happens that he was a friend of mine." He abruptly pulled back the hand that had pierced Bray, drawing out a string of beads of blood.

"Is he your friend? But that doesn't seem surprising." Ignoring the sword strike that had almost killed him, Bray began his counterattack.

"Because I also feel that we get along quite well, and if it were any other time, we might have become friends." The sky was torn apart.

"Is Atwood dead?" A fierce wind swept across the land.

"Not dead yet, just wandering." The ruins were shaken apart.

"Is that so? He's a decent fellow. We traveled together for a while." Finally, the black sword was shattered.

In the midst of a devastating battle, this simple conversation seemed so out of place.

No one could imagine that in such a battle, the two neither discussed their resolve nor roared out their own ideologies.

They talked a lot, but it was all just casual conversation, as if they were just killing time.

The torn sky was shrouded in gloom.

The setting sun turned into night.

The place where Bray and Whiteface fought became the front of a fortress.

The nameless flag fluttered in the fierce wind.

Unbeknownst to him, his mental world began to unfold quietly, without even his own awareness.

He didn't need to observe Bai Mian deliberately; he already knew the entire picture of his mental world.

His feet sank into the thick sand, and his armor was covered with a thin layer of dust.

"The darkness before dawn?" Whiteface murmured.

Unfortunately, Whiteface's murmurs went unheard by Bray.

Due to his severe injuries, Bray's mind was somewhat scattered at this moment, and in order to refocus his attention on the battle, he had to filter out a lot of information.

This includes things like white face talking to itself.

Bai Mian swung his tattered sword fiercely to the side.

"Boom!!!!" The sword struck nothing, yet produced a deafening sound.

With this one sword strike, the mental world began to crumble.

Centered on the tip of the sword, the scenery projected from the mental world onto the real world began to crack.

However, Bai Mian, who thought that his mental world would be torn apart, was surprised to find that the ending was not as he had imagined.

The scenery here, though crumbling, is still holding on, determined to persevere until the very last moment.

“Don’t imagine this place to be so fragile,” Bray’s voice rang in Whiteface’s ear.

“It’s more sturdy than I expected,” White Face said.

As soon as he finished speaking, Bai Mian calmly grasped "time and space".

The next moment, time and space stood still.

However, in the blink of an eye, time and space returned to normal.

Several ink streaks bloomed in the air, like a heavy brush painting on rice paper.

Here are both white-faced swords and black-faced swords.

"Clang!" A short, sharp metallic clang rang out.

Bray was sent flying, sword and all, rolling several times on the ground, smashing through countless pebbles along the way.

In a very short time, he was pushed back a great distance, creating a gap of more than two hundred meters between him and Bai Mian.

But Bai Mian didn't seize the opportunity to pursue, instead standing still.

"Crack—" In the repeated battles, a piece of the armor on the white-faced man's body was finally shattered.

Through the holes in the armor, one could glimpse the white-faced man's scarred body.

That was a body with even more scars than Bray's, and it had experienced far more battles than Bray.

"..." Bray struggled to get up from the ground, using all his strength to stand up.

His prosthetic eye was shattered, and magic was constantly leaking out, barely enough for him to use.

Even the strongest body will become tattered and broken under the ravages of white powder.

But Bray can still stand here, and as long as his mental world doesn't shatter, he can still fight Whiteface.

Bai Mian finally opened his eyes.

Those were blind eyes; the pupils held no light.

But he still opened that useless eye.

This eye reflects Bray's figure.

To others, it appeared that only Bray was standing there, but to Whiteface, it seemed that one after another "Brayclas" were standing in front of him.

Once upon a time, Bai Mian was just an ordinary person.

No... we can't use "once upon a time" either, because far too much time has actually passed.

Although, in Bai Mian's eyes, everything seemed to have happened just yesterday.

He also wanted to live a very comfortable life, and he didn't want to care about the survival of the world.

His life trajectory was initially the same as Bray's.

It's just as simple.

Then, as the first "Brekras", he devoured the "Divine Source" and became a monster.

Ultimately, Shiro's pride in being human could not overcome his desire to become stronger.

What exactly is different about this person, Blakeras? Why was he able to get to this point on his own?

Bai Mian had met several Brays who didn't use "divine source," but they all failed without exception.

Can this guy succeed? This guy, who's not much stronger than the others, can he really succeed?

Is Whiteface inferior to Bray? No, Whiteface is powerful, responsible, more persistent than anyone else, and also more exhausted.

But gradually, he himself forgot why he had restarted time in the first place.

Justice? Family and friends? For these reasons?

No way, no one would work for these things.

What was it all for...? He forgot.

Whiteface silently "watched" as Bray stood up.

He was very familiar with Bray's appearance, which resembled a demon crawling out of a sea of ​​blood.

He used to fight others with the same indomitable spirit.

Didn't he also get up and continue fighting in the same way?

He remembered the demon Shura... "Demon Hunter".

The sound of dripping blood, the rustling of the wind.

Hakumian simply stood there, slowly raising his sword.

Anyone who sees Bray's demonic and monstrous appearance will instinctively feel fear.

This kind of enemy, who seems to always get back up no matter how many times he falls, can indeed send chills down your spine.

Unfortunately, white flour is not included in this example.

Countless images of Breclas overlapped in Bai Mian's eyes.

“Stand up straight,” Whiteface said haughtily to Bray.

As a monster, a monster called a god, he had the right to be so arrogant.

The white-faced one is not afraid, nor are the other gods.

He needs to make Bray understand this.

With a "clang," Bray covered a distance of over two hundred meters and struck Bai Mian's shoulder with his sword.

"Crack!" The white-faced man's shoulder armor was shattered.

Unlike his previous fighting style against Hakumian, Bray's fighting style this time was very strange.

But Bai Mian quickly understood why this was the case.

"I see, so you also have your own extraordinary encounters." No matter how strange it was, Bai Mian still saw the shadow of Breclas's swordsmanship from other timelines in it.

Bray used swordsmanship from other timelines.

Because Bai Mian has experienced all the cycles of reincarnation, he knows very well, more clearly than anyone else.

So he responded to Bray's sword strike with his own counterattack.

"Then try to beat me with everything you have."

"Otherwise, I will kill you."

Whether it's someone else's swordsmanship, external objects, or the world of one's mind.

All you need to do is overcome yourself; Bai Mian won't say despicable, inferior, or shameless.

Simply defeating him is enough to prove the answer he wants to see.

"Come on!" A shout came from under the helmet, and the plain-faced man sent Bray flying with a single sword strike.

"boom!!!"

"Thump!!!!!"

The scene of Bray's defeat kept repeating itself.

Whiteface, with an invincible demeanor, repeatedly repelled this so-called evil demon Shura.

One sword strike, only one sword strike is needed each time.

When Bray tries to retaliate, time and space freeze, and then Bray is knocked down again.

Once the white-faced man's offensive was established in the opponent's mental world, it began to escalate continuously.

This is certainly not because Bai Qian was holding back.

However, he also began to get into his own fighting rhythm.

Just like Bray, Whiteface will also adapt to the intensity and rhythm of the battle.

Once he had control of the rhythm, it was only natural that the scales of the battle would tip in his favor.