A dull longsword and a heartbroken villager

The sheer power derived from that size seems to have no possibility of being blocked.

Even with their concepts suppressed, Troon and Norsen Carmen's strength was not diminished much.

Because their bodies are a far more powerful weapon than concepts.

This is the first time I've been attacked from both sides by silver-level creatures; it's an unprecedented experience.

I estimate that there are probably very few people in the entire Capras who receive this kind of treatment.

Unfortunately, even with such preferential treatment, Bray couldn't be happy.

Should we split all the seawater apart? No, that would be too much of a strain and would waste a lot of energy, which would be detrimental to the battle later on.

As a mortal, he didn't have any spare energy to spare for fighting a demigod.

The only option is to roll up all the water.

After the jet-black sword collected all its fragments, it was fiercely plunged into the ground by Bray.

Bray gripped the sword with his clumsy right hand to steady himself in the water, and with his left hand, he drew the longsword from his waist.

He is the "encyclopedia" of swordsmanship today.

He is the survivor who has inherited the ancient swordsmanship.

In that case, let's draw upon the most suitable techniques from the vast "sea" of swordsmanship to deal with the overwhelming sea.

It's a very simple thing.

"Azure Rain Sword" and "Rain Curtain"

Because Bray basically never fights in water, he has virtually no opportunity to use this kind of special swordsmanship.

Today is an exception.

The seawater around the dam was gently rolled up by the longsword, like a curtain.

With him as the center, the seawater was drawn in and all its impact was neutralized.

The fierce momentum of the distant waves contrasted sharply with the soft curtain of water.

Except for the ground within a certain range of mines, almost all the rocks on the high sea surface collapsed and fell into the deep sea.

Bray could still hear the screams of the elves far behind him.

Each attack from the two demigods was like a meteor crashing into the city, effortlessly destroying the terrain.

Without flashy special effects or advanced technology, this raw, brute force was enough to overwhelm Bray and leave him breathless.

But Bray has to deal with more than just the impact of the seawater.

The shadow of the whale above was expanding and might crush Bray to death in a second or so.

"Boom!!!!!" However, the ridiculously large whale was gently pushed aside by the swirling water.

The water's force, which parted the whale, was so gentle it was almost incomprehensible.

But regardless of the circumstances, the ultimate fact is that the current deflected the whale's massive weight to the other side.

That instant gave Bray enough time to escape.

Taking advantage of this opening, Bray dragged out a long white line that stretched straight down to Troon.

Below the white line are two swords.

"Nosenkamen!" Tron roared.

Since both He and Norsen Carmen were slow-witted, they were unable to dodge even when they saw Bray dragging two swords towards them.

Even though Bray, sword and all, was smaller than his own eye, the previous wound had left him with enough psychological trauma.

"..." Norsen Carmen naturally knew that Bray had gone to Tronn's side.

However, He could not flexibly change His movements in the air; all He could do was make His destructive power even greater.

"Boom! Boom!!!" The ground on the coast gradually cracked and sank down like crushed chocolate.

At this moment, only half of Norsen Carmen's body was on the ground.

He was so large that half of his body was still not on the ground.

Even so, the destruction it caused was terrifying enough, and the damage even reached the elves who had already been blown away by the blast.

As it presses down, the air is compressed, creating a powerful impact.

The shockwave struck Bray, who was still swinging his sword in mid-air, forcefully blowing him away from his original position.

Although Bray's sword-wielding motion remained unchanged even under such extreme circumstances, a shift in position was still unavoidable, which would directly cause Bray's attack to miss.

"..." Bray's gaze sharpened, and he gripped his longsword tightly with his left hand.

Even if he gets blown away, he can still salvage the situation.

In an extremely awkward position, Bray forced a change of tactics, his not-so-sharp longsword grazing across Troon's skin.

"Swoosh—" The internal energy "sprayed out" like ink, deeply cutting a wound that did not match the length of the sword.

"Roar!!!!!" Troon let out a scream, whipping up his tail and slamming it into Bray's body.

"Thump!!!!!" Bray was slammed against the rock, spitting out small mouthfuls of blood.

"Thump!!!" This time, the loud noise was not from the mine being laid into the water.

The whale made that muffled sound after it crushed the ground and then plunged back into the sea.

He turned his heavy body, wanting to see how Tron was doing.

As Norsenkamen turned around, he saw Troon's body convulsing in pain behind him.

He was already badly injured by Bray, and this time he was slashed again, gradually becoming weaker.

In fact, Bray specifically targeted Troon; rather than watching Norsenkamen at his peak, he preferred to strike and break the wounded Troon.

“Kill…kill him, he’s not dead yet…(unknown voice)” The deafening voice clearly revealed Troon’s weakness, but even so, He still let Norsenkamen lay the first line of defense.

The mortal who hunted them was still breathing.

Does He know how the other Silver Races died at this guy's hands?

Even Ummkandar mentioned that we should not give Breklas a chance to breathe.

Otherwise, he would get up, again and again, like a demon in an endless abyss.

Norsenkamen made no attempt to stop, merging directly into the seawater and transforming himself into a wave that crashed against Bree.

"Get out of here!" Bray shouted, cleaving the oncoming wave with his sword.

Norsenkamen, who had become one with the waves, was struck by the cleavage, and the hard armor on his head was smashed into a spiderweb pattern.

This blow sent Norsen Carmen flying off the waves, and countless bone fragments crashed into the sea.

"Splash!!!!!" Although the counterattack was successful, the newly recovered Bray was still swept directly into the sea by the powerful wave.

Bray was dragged into the water from the hollowed-out rock. He quickly put his longsword back into its sheath, freeing his left hand to grip the edge of the rock tightly.

To get himself out of the seawater, he laboriously sheathed his broadsword, freeing his right hand as well.

"..." His veins bulged, and he used all his strength to fight against the seawater pulling him.

"Crack." Unfortunately, the rock in his hand shattered instantly.

Ultimately, his strength was no match for this primal force, and he was forcibly pulled into the sea. Light gradually seeped from the surface into the deep, dark water.

The light and the endless darkness beneath Bray's feet seemed like two different worlds.

Once he is out of that light, Bray will be forever plunged into the cold waters, never to rise again.

Bray's blood gushed from the wound, then rose slowly like smoke, gradually reaching the sea surface.

It's really impossible to fight against monsters of this size.

Both Troon and Norsenkamen were several sizes larger than any of the silver species Bray had ever encountered.

They're not even in the same league anymore.

Their fighting style was ineffective in dealing any damage to this behemoth.

This is so troublesome... Monsters that possess immense power even without a concept of what they are, are inherently difficult to fight.

They actually had to fight two against one.

Bray hates gang fights, is not good at gang fights, and dislikes gang fights.

This will be Bray's first time facing an attack from the Silver race, but it certainly won't be the last.

If I can't get through here... then the road ahead will be extremely difficult.

He is not invincible; he is not like Bai Mian who has no rivals.

You could say he's very strong, but you could also say he's very weak.

This battle clearly revealed where Bray's shortcomings lay.

However, this is not a reason for him to stop moving forward.

If you're going to give up now, you shouldn't have embarked on this journey in the first place. You might as well have let Hakumian kill you at the beginning.

With his hands now free, Bray struggled desperately to surface.

We must continue.

However, the two swords he carried were extremely heavy, and no matter how much Bray struggled, he inevitably sank downwards.

He tried to draw magic from his shattered prosthetic eye, but unfortunately failed.

The mental world also cannot provide him with a foothold in this situation.

Bray was still conscious, but he knew he wouldn't be in a moment.

He shattered the entire blade of the broadsword and let it sink.

After the heaviest sword was reduced to just its hilt, Bray successfully swam a short distance upstream.

He could almost catch the beam of light shining down from the sea.

If he can catch that ray of light, it proves that he can swim out.

"Thump!!! Thump!!!!!!!!!" But just as Bray was about to swim out, the surrounding seawater began to form turbulent currents.

The turbulent currents held Bray firmly in place, preventing him from escaping his fate of sinking to the bottom of the sea.

Norsenkamen had already submerged into the sea, his enormous body slowly swimming toward Bray.

Although the speed is very slow, there is no way to avoid the current Bray.

He opened his enormous mouth, intending to swallow Bray and the seawater together into his stomach.

If Bray were actually eaten by Norsenkamen, there wouldn't be that scene where he could easily disembowel his opponent.

He would be mercilessly crushed right in Norsenkamen's mouth and then swallowed whole.

Trying to mess around inside someone else's body is simply wishful thinking.

Norsenkamen was extremely careful with Bray, and had no intention of dying for the ridiculous reason of being stabbed in the stomach.

Bray had noticed Norsenkamen's arrival out of the corner of his eye, but unfortunately there was nothing he could do about it.

He placed his hand on the hilt of his sword, intending to fight to the death in the opponent's home turf.

Just as Bray was preparing for a tough battle with a slim chance of survival, he heard a faint voice.

It's a kind of indistinct sound, unique to people in the water when they hear people talking outside.

"Grab me." That was the simple sentence Bray heard.

Because the sound was affected by the water, Bray was unable to determine whether the speaker was male or female.

However, he chose to believe the person who said those words.

Bray stretched his hand up as high as possible, with his right hand being closer to the water's surface, so he extended his right hand as well.

It's just that when he stretches out his right hand forcefully, the skin pulling causes him a little pain.

The next moment, Bray felt his hand being tightly gripped.

She looks like a female elf...Georgia? No...who is that?

"Splash!!!!!" With the person who was pulling him exerting force, Bray was yanked out of the sea.