A dull longsword and a heartbroken villager

Umkandal threw the punch without any expression on his face.

This was a heavy punch thrown by the demigod, a strike containing all of His power.

There was absolutely no holding back; it was a complete and utter all-out attack, a true killing blow.

Although it doesn't have a resounding name like the Bray Sword Technique, Umkandar's fists are imbued with the most primal power and the most vicious resentment.

Bray held his longsword in front of him, his expression grave as he met the punch.

Have you ever thought that humans can defeat gods?

Leaving aside true gods, can mortals really defeat demigods?

Is it really possible if both are at the peak of their respective combat strength?

Jonathan created a stage for Umkandal and Bray to go one-on-one.

The Joker is looking forward to the battle and wants to know how it will end.

Although he had actually considered what the outcome of the battle would be.

The difficulty has decreased, and I'm lucky; there's only one enemy left.

All of these thoughts had long since vanished from Bray's mind.

Because all of these are illusions, the greatest illusions of mortals.

The prophet's descriptions of those who came before him were never wrong; in fact, they were never wrong.

No matter how "strong" others may see Bray as, he is still a weakling at heart.

Ah, Blakelas is a true weakling, a weakling who is deeply aware of his own limits.

He understood the limitations of ordinary people better than anyone else, and having witnessed countless instances of his own fate, how could he not understand?

However, even so, he was not a loser.

He was different from Bai Mian; he didn't believe the future was destined to fail, and that he was the weak one, not anyone else in the future.

"Clang!" A crisp metallic sound rang out, and a chip appeared on the blade of the longsword.

Before the fist even landed, the impact had already struck the mine below.

Bray's body was pressed down little by little, and his sword bent slightly, as if it would snap at any moment.

His pupils contracted subconsciously after he noticed all this.

But then he showed a relieved expression.

"—Idiot Master, what are you thinking! What do you want to do!" The girl's urgent voice rang out.

However, before Bray could answer the girl, a deafening explosion engulfed everything around him.

The ground was lifted up as easily as a carpet, and Bray was sent flying, sword and all.

He swept through the shattered space, and his body seemed to be torn apart at the same time. When he landed, cracks appeared on his body that were no different from those in the space.

The shattering of space spread to Bray's body, attempting to break him apart piece by piece.

He stood up in excruciating pain, using his longsword to steady his unsteady body.

He got up again this time, but what about next time?

Fortunately, the sword was unharmed.

Bray's body was already literally shattered; if he were to suffer another attack like Umkandal's, he would truly be destroyed.

Bray's movements, every move, every style of his was influenced by the concept of Umkandal.

While it may seem like he'd easily crippled Umkandar's two hands on his back, Bray knew the price he'd paid.

Next time... will he be able to hit his opponent? And even if he does—will it be fatal?

Surprisingly, Bray was remarkably calm and even had time to take a deep breath.

"Idiot! Are you an idiot? You're going to die!"

Bray could have easily withstood that blow, but in the end, "The Last Song" would shatter, just like "Beers" before.

"If you break, who will support me to stand up?" Bray said quietly, spitting out the blood in his mouth.

He slowly raised his head and looked up at Umkandal, the demigod emperor.

He has no intention of helping himself right now; his injuries mean he might not even be able to unleash half of his full strength.

In contrast, Umkandal seemed to be in excellent condition, a stark contrast indeed.

“Although we disagree, you deserve my respect.” Umkandal’s massive arm, wreathed in malice, opened, condensing into a small ball of energy.

"The final blow, Brekras." The energy ball in Umkandal's hand, though it looked small.

The power contained within the sphere is so immense that it can be seen with the naked eye.

Even though Bray looks vulnerable now, He still intends to go all out.

This is Umm Kandar's own tribute to Brekras.

It has nothing to do with higher or lower species; it's simply that Bray is a person worthy of respect.

Why would one respect an ordinary person?

Having witnessed everything Bray has done, what reason does Ummkandar have not to respect him?

This is a guy who is so proud of his mortal identity that it's infectious.

The final blow was a unilateral declaration by Umm Kandar to Bray, because Bray was no longer able to launch an attack.

Defense is probably the only thing he can do now.

"Buzz—" The sphere that had been formed made a strange sound, and then it was gently thrown out.

Wherever the sphere passed, everything turned pitch black, and the original scenery was completely wiped clean.

"..." Bray thought of many things, but he couldn't think of how to block this attack.

Should I cleave it... or dodge it...?

"You idiot!" the girl's anxious voice rang out.

"What's there to hesitate about now? You only have one thing left to use!"

"There's only one thing left, and that's me."

The scene that had been wiped away was restored by a gentle breeze.

However, upon closer inspection, one will find that the surrounding scenery is not the original location.

A gentle breeze, the faint scent of grass, and a slight dampness in the air.

On the vast grassland, there stands a large tree, and next to the tree is a simple wooden house.

It's not a magnificent palace, nor a bloody battle, just the scenery of the countryside, a scene that can be found anywhere in the countryside.

But I have to admit, the scenery is beautiful, at least for Bray.

The relaxed atmosphere was completely at odds with the tense and confrontational atmosphere.

The wind blew from the left, pressing down the grass so low it couldn't lift its head, while the leaves rustled.

In a daze, I could see a girl reading a book under the tree.

Birds around also lazily landed on the branches.

"Let peace return, idyllic paradise," so that at least this tranquility can heal the weary hearts of the wounded.

The condensed energy ball disappeared without anyone noticing.

There was only a hideous giant demon and a wounded swordsman standing above this village that should have been peaceful.

The concept completely disappeared the moment the village appeared.

The sphere created through the concept also vanished completely.

Because he intended to deliver the heaviest blow to Bray, Umkandar chose to use a concept rather than his own abilities.

The warm sunshine has disappeared, and the gentle breeze has stopped.

A sword cleaved straight down from Umkandal's right shoulder, all the way to the bottom.

The right arm, which held most of the power, detached from Umkandal, and the out-of-control power began to run rampant, destroying everything around it.

The quiet little village was completely destroyed.

“The final blow…my final blow.” Bray repeated what Umkandal had told him earlier.

However, this is not a mockery of Umkandar, because after Bray's sword strike, he could no longer wield it.

“Brekras…” Umkandal, whose right arm had been severed, instinctively grabbed Bre with his left hand and threw him like a stone.

Bray could clearly hear the whooshing sound of air being pierced when he was thrown.

A "crack" sound rang out, a sign that the cracks on Bray's body were spreading.

"Crash!" Bray was thrown onto the sunken ground and slid a considerable distance, pushing aside a large amount of rubble along the way.

Bray coughed a few times, trying to get up but unable to.

The urge to get up was strong, but my body still wouldn't obey me.

He lay there on the pile of rubble, looking up at the towering Umm Kandar.

Various chaotic things kept gushing out from Umkandar's severed arm.

Magic, resentment, and so on surged forth, and His body momentarily lost control.

After waiting for a while, Umkandal forced himself to suppress his wounds and looked at the weakened Bray.

"I am still standing."

“Brekras, you’ve lost again.” Ummkandar looked down at Breklas.

His mere six-meter frame appeared as a shadow that could cover the entire sky in that instant.

Mighty...it really is magnificent, even Bray couldn't help but have that thought.

In the end, that's all I can go.

He knew all along that he symbolized the weak, but only a weak person who had gone very far.

Above the silver variety, there is even a gold variety.

As Bai Mian said, he was too weak and had no chance of saving the world.

He is not a hero.

He instinctively raised his hand and reached out to grasp the distant sky.

Raising his hand was difficult, but Bray still stretched out his left hand as if some treasure awaited him in the sky.

Yes, he is definitely not a hero.

"Crack—" The cracks on his body widened even further.

"Crack—" Then the next crisp sound did not come from the crack in Bray's body.

“Ummkandar…” Bray called out Ummkandar’s name.

He truly gave up to the demigod lord, and his defeat was so utterly unexcusable that there was no excuse for it.

"I'm not the only one who lost."

“You’ve lost too,” he said.

"..." In the next instant, Umkandal felt a heavy pressure pressing down on him.

This immense force cannot even be countered by its own concepts.

He was pressed down little by little until his legs were buried in the ground, his body, which was already injured in the battle with Bray, was being squeezed by external force.

“Brekras, is this what you wanted?” Umkandal asked in a hoarse voice.

"No, I didn't have that plan from the beginning."

“It just happened to be a coincidence,” Bray said in a barely audible voice.

The golden seed, which had been waiting for its chance to act, finally made its move at this moment.

This is the moment when Umkandal, which has been maintaining the stability of the "World Wall," is most vulnerable.