A dull longsword and a heartbroken villager

"Let's just find somewhere to rest," Bray continued.

The surrounding area was a mess, and to be honest, there wasn't anywhere to go.

“…” Naruko silently picked up Levy.

Naruko left with Levy, but before they got too far, she glanced at Bray a few more times.

"You idiot," Naruko muttered to herself resentfully.

Only after Naruko had walked away did Hakumen speak.

"Is that alright?" Bai Mian said.

"That's enough." Bray breathed a sigh of relief.

Bray used his right hand to pull up the greatsword in front of him, while he kept his longsword in his hand.

Whiteface crossed his arms and looked at Bray, waiting for him to be ready.

When Bray held both swords, Whiteface finally drew the longsword from his back.

As the sword was drawn, a terrifying aura emanated from the white-faced man.

Only those who stand before the white mask can understand its terror.

"—Useless Master..." The voice of "Final Echo" rang out.

“Don’t be afraid, I won’t die yet,” Bray whispered.

As Bray muttered to himself, Whiteface took a step forward.

A glint flashed in Bray's right eye.

He lunged forward, the ground beneath his feet cracking from the immense force.

Bray transformed into a shooting star and hurtled towards Whiteface.

Without any hesitation, Bray unleashed his full power the moment he faced the white-faced man.

The twin swords unleashed a ferocious attack, relentlessly suppressing Bai Mian.

Each sword strike carries a sword technique, while simultaneously following the previous strike.

"Ding—ding—" But Bai Mian remained unmoved.

Under the relentless onslaught of the lightning bolts, Bai Mian didn't even budge an inch.

The tattered sword in his hand easily blocked all of Bray's attacks.

"Hah!!!" Bray's right-hand greatsword struck Whiteface's side hard.

The dragon patterns on Bray's body were flashing wildly, as if they had come to life.

The white face didn't move an inch.

On the contrary, the ruins of the buildings on the white side were once again stirred up by the powerful aftershocks.

"Don't you feel it's unfair? Your full-force attack couldn't even shake me," Whiteface said to Bray.

"It's really unfair."

“But there’s never such a thing as fairness in combat,” Bray sighed.

Bray's longsword bypassed Bai Mian's arm and slashed towards Bai Mian's neck.

The weak points of armor are always the joints.

Despite the sword aimed at his neck, Hakumen remained calm.

The white-faced man suddenly reversed his grip on the longsword in his hand.

The longsword, like the wings of a bird returning to its nest, swept past Bray.

"Ancient Sword School" "Guitiao"

Bray took a step back, narrowly avoiding the sword strike.

Even so, the impact of Bai Mian's sword still sent Lei flying, leaving an arc-shaped bloodstain on his chest.

"The Ancient Sword Sect..." Bray got up and said to Bai Mian, panting.

“Is this really that surprising?” Whiteface asked.

"Do you consider these schools of thought to be things only you know?"

“That makes sense.” Bray quickly came to terms with it.

These schools of thought never stipulated that only Bray could perform them.

"But you used a sword technique." Bray, who had been wounded, had a strange glint in his dead fish eyes.

"..." Whiteface did not answer Bray's question.

With a "whoosh," the white-faced figure vanished from the spot, leaving only a cloud of dust behind.

The vanished white face appeared behind Bray in the next instant, striking Bray's spine with the hilt of his sword.

"BOOM!!!!!!!!!" The immense force sent Bray flying once again.

However, the white powder's power was perfectly controlled.

Even after being knocked away, Ray was still within Whiteface's attack range.

The tattered sword in Bai Mian's hand emitted a chilling light.

The cold light swept down from above.

The white-faced man's sword was aimed at Bray's arm.

Bray also noticed the direction of Whiteface's attack and frowned.

"That's ruthless," Bray muttered, as he spun around in mid-air and used the momentum of the spin to kick out.

The kick landed on Bai Mian's wrist.

"Bang!" A muffled sound came from the white-faced man's wrist armor.

Bai Mian's hand remained steady; he was not paralyzed by the blow, and the sword did not slip from his grasp.

However, because of Bray's kick, Bai Mian's sword-wielding motion paused.

This momentary stiffness allowed Bray to successfully dodge Whiteface's sword strike.

“A petty trick,” Whiteface said coldly.

With his left hand, which wasn't holding a sword, Whiteface punched Bray, slamming him to the ground.

"Cough cough..." Bray, who had taken the punch, couldn't help but curl up.

However, he quickly struggled to his feet again.

Blood kept flowing from Bray's mouth and chest.

"Come again, battlefield at dusk."

The ground beneath Bray's feet was paved with ancient bricks, and the night seemed to be instantly covered by dusk.

In reality, Bray is able to develop mental images.

Bray suddenly stepped forward and slashed his sword at Whiteface.

In response to Bray's sword strike, Whiteface also slashed back at Bray.

Whiteface knew he was locked onto by Bray's sword and there was no way he could dodge it.

But Bai Mian didn't intend to hide.

"Clang—" The swords rubbed against each other, producing a piercing sound.

But the piercing sound didn't last long.

Bray's sword clashed with Whiteface's sword for a moment before separating.

The spark was fleeting.

After the two swords separated, both of them paused simultaneously.

The only difference is that the pause time for the white powder was shorter than that for the bray.

While Bray was still recovering from his attack, Hakumian had already delivered his next strike.

"Swoosh—" The white-faced sword pierced through his back.

Bray felt a sweet taste in his throat and quickly kicked the white flour away.

Whiteface, who had been kicked by Bray, drew his sword from the momentum.

The sword drew blood from Bray's wound, the splattering blood blooming like roses.

Unfortunately, Bray had no interest in appreciating his own blood.

"Cough..." Bray used his two swords to support himself and prevent himself from falling.

At the last second, Bray dodged a fatal blow.

Originally, White Face was supposed to pierce Bray's heart directly.

The white-faced man made no attempt to conceal his murderous intent.

He came here to kill Bray.

Bray himself was well aware of this.

Bray was no match for Whiteface at all; he couldn't even defeat Whiteface, let alone kill him.

However, this does not mean that Bray will give up the struggle.

"You can't even stand up straight anymore." The pale-faced man's voice was completely flat.

He was not at all surprised by this result.

“Continue,” Bray uttered.

“You haven’t won yet.” Bray took a deep breath and looked at Whiteface. “Stubborn, obstinate, an idiot.” Whiteface said to Bray, who had stood up.

"Thank you for the compliment," Bray replied expressionlessly.

During the conversation, Bray was still thinking about how to deal with Whiteface.

Physical abilities are incomparable, and swordsmanship is also superior to Hakumen's.

Throughout the entire process, Hakumen never used his abilities.

In other words, Whiteface didn't even unleash half of his full power, yet he still utterly crushed Bray.

“Ah, I suddenly wondered if I’m going to die,” Bray, covered in blood, said to Whiteface.

With such a huge gap in strength, there is no possibility of winning by luck.

"..." Whiteface did not answer, but walked step by step toward Bray.

"Stop talking nonsense."

Although that's what Bray said, White knew very well that Bray had no intention of giving up.

"BOOM!!!" For enemies who still have the will to fight, Hakumen's approach is simple: crush them.

"If you wanted to die, you would have given up resisting long ago."

The white-faced man's sword was blocked by Bray, but the terrifying force caused Bray, who had just stood up, to be forced back several meters.

Bray's power-relief techniques were completely useless.

The premise of deflecting force is that the opponent's skills are not much better than mine.

The current situation is that White Face's skills are even more terrifying than Bray's.

Each sword strike appeared utterly simple.

But Bray understood how much was involved.

The white-faced cleaver is so simple for ordinary people, but even the cleaver god can be so simple.

No need for earth-shattering special effects; as long as the enemy can be effectively cut in half, that's enough.

Whiteface took a few steps and caught up with Bray, who was retreating rapidly.

With one step, it was as if he had traversed those few meters of space and arrived in front of Bray.