A dull longsword and a heartbroken villager

The conversation seemed to last an incredibly long time, but those in the midst of the battle knew that it was merely a pause after the clash.

It's like when two equally matched attacks collide, the gaps between them are so large that it gives the illusion that time has frozen in the surrounding area.

Bray's sword sliced ​​through Whiteface's armor, striking his left arm. Bray struggled to lower the sword, but couldn't penetrate any further.

"Is that all?" White Face said.

When Bray realized that even his attack, which capitalized on an opening, couldn't inflict enough damage on Hakum, it was already too late.

"Boom!!!!" Whiteface smashed the hilt of his sword into Bray's head, slamming him to the ground.

The ground was slammed by the terrifying force, causing it to cave in and eventually create a deep crater.

The height of Whiteface and Bray was moved several meters lower.

However, Whiteface was unable to pursue, because Bray was propelled far away by the attack.

"..." Bray, who had flown to the edge of the pit, shook his head, trying to clear his mind.

His right hand, which was gripping the broadsword, was completely exhausted.

The unintegrated half of the "black key" was inserted diagonally on the side.

However, Hakumen's left arm was also severely injured. Although it was not severed, it was still seriously damaged.

But the white-faced man seemed completely oblivious to this, transforming into a streak of light and charging toward Bray with murderous intent.

Whiteface hadn't collapsed yet, but Bray could still glean some information from his beast-like growls.

The other party is gradually being dominated by rage.

The more intense the battle, the faster Hakumian will collapse.

Unfortunately, this battle is unlikely to slow down; it will only escalate, creating a vicious cycle.

"Cough cough..." Bray coughed up the blood clots in his throat and immediately faced the attack from the white-faced man as he got up.

Bray was in pain all over his body, but he didn't utter a sound.

Compared to himself ten years ago, Bray is much more composed... or rather, much more silent.

In the past, he would scream if his bones were bitten, and he would roar if his muscles were torn.

Of course, the young adventurer I was back then was much more cheerful, not as lifeless as I am now.

When did my adventures become so burdensome?

Why does the battle have to feel so fateful? Enough already.

His adventures were to relieve his depression, not to bear the curse.

His fight was to open a new chapter for himself, not for others.

He hoped that the other side of the curse would be the peaceful life he longed for, not despair.

“Continue, I’m not dead yet,” Bray said in a hoarse voice.

"Roar!!!!!" Only the roar of a wild beast could be heard from Bai Mian's throat.

"Not... enough!" the white-clad swordsman said, enunciating each word clearly, his entire body's power erupting from the blade.

Bray and Whiteface were able to fly out of the edge of the pit together, and then slide a long distance on the sand.

Even after crashing into a pile of rubble, the two continued to slide on the ground.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

One by one, piles of rubble were destroyed, and pieces of rock were smashed.

It didn't stop until it dragged Bray until his back was a bloody mess and his white leg armor was shattered.

"Bang!!!" After the slide stopped, he was pinned to the ground by the white-faced man and used his sword to knock the other party back.

He stood up, but his steps involuntarily faltered.

However, he did not fall and was able to stand up.

"What's wrong? The old man lost consciousness so quickly?" Bray took a deep breath and subconsciously mocked Whiteface.

"Can't it be maintained?" Bai Mian replied coldly.

“More than enough,” he replied to Bray’s question.

However, judging from Bai Mian's appearance, which seemed ready to fall asleep at any moment, he wasn't exactly "more than capable."

The speed of the battle was constantly increasing, and the level of competition between the two sides was also rising to a terrifying level.

The two fought using the same attributes and were leveling up at the same rate.

Bray could perfectly replicate the swordsmanship he saw from Whiteface in the next second.

Similarly, Whiteface can also reproduce Bray's variant sword techniques.

It's just that neither side bothered to imitate it.

"Roar!!!" Even now, with his wild nature engulfing him, Hakumen was still able to maintain a minimum level of composure in the fight.

Not only now, Whiteface is also using this ferocity to fight Bray.

This was his full strength, all his fighting power without reservation.

"when!"

"Clang!!!"

If there were a third person watching, it would feel like you were in a blacksmith's workshop, with the constant sound of weapons being forged.

The battle was like forging these swords, the clanging sounds sending shivers down one's spine.

Sweat mingled with sparks, and roars mingled with breaths.

"Roar!!!!" Whiteface roared, but quickly suppressed his rampage.

"Here it comes." Whiteface said with difficulty, and the sword forged from scrap iron, carrying the power to shatter time and space, came before Bray.

Time and space were shattered, and in the trajectory of the sword, Bray could see scenes from countless timelines.

You can also see your own past.

First, I saw myself laughing, then I saw myself teasing others when I first started my adventure.

Finally, there's this expressionless version of myself now.

"Rip!!!" Blood splattered onto the white armor.

But the sword did not kill Bray, who had only lived one life.

Bray used his almost severed right arm to block the sword.

The white-faced sword pierced through the arm, exploding part of the flesh and bone.

Bray was close enough to the man in front of him.

But that distance was enough for him to unleash a sword strike.

"I flow" "Zantie"

"Ping!" The white armor, carrying memories of the past, shattered completely.

Bray saw just how badly damaged Whiteface's body was.

Countless wounds, and countless magic circles that were destroyed and then re-etched.

Bray also had the dragon pattern on his white face, but the other party's blood-red dragon pattern had long been partially covered by scars.

"Roar!!!!!!!!!!" Whiteface didn't roar, but Bray still heard that sound.

Pieces of armor multiplied from the white-faced body's armor.

As if they possessed their own lives, they climbed onto the white-faced wounds and the areas not covered by armor.

These armor plates also covered half of Bai Mian's face, which had lost its helmet.

They seem to be planning to reconstruct a helmet and encase him inside.

"Get out of here!!!!" White Face roared in a low voice, which was gradually losing its original tone.

But this roar still stopped the spread of the armor plates.

The man, whose body was half-collapsed, still gripped the sword that had pierced through Bray's arm tightly.

"Don't worry about these things, our fight to the death continues," Bai Mian said in a hoarse but firm voice.

“Of course I know,” Bray said solemnly, gripping the longsword that had cleaved through the white-faced armor tightly as well.

Both of them simultaneously increased the force on their swords.

Bray was pierced through the arm by a sword and pinned to the chest; Whiteface had his armor torn apart by a sword, but that was all.

Bray risked everything with that one sword, only to end up with such a tragic outcome.

Few of the wounds on Whiteface's body were inflicted by Bray.

Rather, it is what the other party left behind during their more than one hundred reincarnations.

The scars mocked Bray mercilessly, as if asking him—

Is that all there is to him? Is he really that powerless?

A sound like water freezing rang out, and the white armor, which had come back to life from its own collapse, instantly stitched up the cracks in the armor.

This attack seemed to be completely futile.

Hakumian's swordsmanship is his own, without any timeline or his own memories.

Perhaps compared to Bray, Whiteface is purer, because although he has gone through reincarnation, he has never been affected by the memories of his other selves.

Although he might have memories connected to his other selves, ultimately it had no effect.

He is still himself.

In other blurred timeline memories, there are very few fragments of white face.

It's not that there aren't any, but rather that they are extremely rare.

It's possible that in other timelines, Breclas found some of his own memories in some way.

But white flour is the first, and the only beginning.

The white face is the first timeline; there is no such thing as another timeline.

After emerging from the demon's time ruins, Bray was no longer so pure.

Before him, there were too many versions of himself.

Countless blurry fragments were mixed together, which almost drove him crazy when he was in the ruins.

But it was because of this that he got the opportunity to cheat, and his growth over many years was so great that he was qualified to compete with Bai Mian on the same stage.

Otherwise, even if Whiteface initiates a life-or-death battle, Bray will still only be brutally killed.

"..." Bray looked at the white face silently. This swordsmanship, pieced together from a large number of timelines, was perhaps the reward after paying a price.

Bray looked at his arm, which was pinned to his chest by Whiteface's sword, and let out a sigh of relief.

After both of them hit each other, they were both momentarily stunned by the huge gap in their shots.

The white-faced sword had already pierced through Bray's back and gone out.

Bray's blood dripped from the tip of the sword; had the sword not been slightly broken, it would have pierced his heart.

Is it worth it to pay such a huge price for such a single blow?

But after the pause, Bray did something White hadn't anticipated.

Instead of retreating, Bray advanced, not only failing to break free from Whiteface's sword, but also taking the initiative to move forward.

The long sword followed him forward.

This reckless act successfully allowed Bray's sword to cleave through the armor, leaving a deep, bloody gash on Whiteface's body.

Bai Mian remained silent, calmly experiencing the pain from his wounds.

Was Bray committing suicide? No, he wasn't the kind of person who lacked the will to live.

The desire to survive is etched into their very bones.

"Does it make any sense?" Bai Mian asked in a hoarse voice.