A dull longsword and a heartbroken villager

"Clang!" A sword strike, which was blocked by Bray.

"Clang!!!" Two swords, but Bray still managed to block them.

"Clang! Clang! Clang!" But Bai Mian kept pressing forward with his sword, one after another, towards Lei Bu.

There was no time to catch our breath, no room to retaliate.

“You have a good understanding,” Whiteface said to Bray.

"But it's not enough, it's still not enough."

"I've said it before, if you're too weak, there's no other outcome than a tragic death."

"How many Silver-ranked individuals could you defeat right now?"

"Perhaps you can defeat the bottom-tier Silver-ranked monster."

"But what about the more powerful ones?"

"What will you do if you can't defeat them? What do you plan to do?"

Whiteface questioned Bray.

“Just like me right now,” Bray said weakly, swallowing the blood that welled up in his throat.

"..." The white-faced man remained silent, increasing the force of his sword.

"Bang!!!" The consequence of the white face increasing its power was that the surrounding ground began to crack.

Things around them seemed to be attracted by something and began to rise.

The airflow also surged upwards, carrying fallen leaves.

The pebbles also slowly floated up.

The several tens of square meters centered on the white surface felt as if it were weightless.

"Brekras".

"Struggling is pointless!!!"

“Just like what you’re doing now! It’s pointless!” Whiteface’s angry voice came from under his helmet.

No one knew why White Face suddenly became angry.

"Although I don't know what happened to you."

“But I think you’re quite pitiful.” Bray straightened up.

Faced with Bai Mian's sudden surge in momentum, Bray did not retreat but advanced.

Bray could sense how foolish he was to be getting closer to white powder.

However, Bray felt that if he retreated now, he would lose something.

“You keep saying ‘it’s meaningless.’” Bray approached Whiteface with difficulty, carrying two swords.

"This proves that you have done a lot of so-called 'meaningless' things."

"How many of those things did you do to become so disappointed in everything?" Bray shook his head slightly.

"Is it pitiful?" Bai Mian paused, then asked in a deep voice.

The white-faced man squatted down slightly, and the rising air currents calmed down.

Gravel and fallen leaves fell back to the ground.

“You may be right,” the pale-faced man said quietly.

The pale-faced man placed his left hand on the back of the tattered longsword.

"The Eighteen Schools of Thought" and "The Thirteen Calamities"

After those words were spoken, the intact space was torn apart by thirteen slashes.

Bray, located only a few meters away from the white face, became the center of the shattered space.

It is also the target of all slashing attacks.

Thirteen slashes were attempting to tear and strangle Bray.

"Ah, to be dragged into this duel for no reason, what a terrible life."

"I might just get killed like this."

"No... I don't want to kneel here yet."

Bray didn't know why he was struggling.

Some might think that Bray works so hard because he wants to continue protecting the people he cares about.

But Bray never had such a strong desire in his heart.

Some might argue that Bray is very afraid of death, which is why he keeps getting up.

However, Bray remained remarkably calm in the face of death.

I don't understand, I don't know why Bray struggles to get up again and again.

Even knowing that Hakumian was far superior to him, and even knowing that he couldn't win against him even with luck, he still went ahead anyway.

Bray always considered himself both weak and stupid.

But there will always be battles that you know you're going to lose, but you still have to face them.

"This is the end," White Face murmured.

"That's fine too."

Not only did Hakumian use sword techniques, but he also unleashed a powerful attack.

Bai Mian withdrew his attack and silently sheathed his sword.

But just as Bai Mian sheathed his sword, a long sword came flying from afar.

The longsword, like a silver meteor, trailed a faint trace of internal energy, and charged straight and resolutely toward Bai Mian.

In the dim light, one could see a dragon coiled around the sword, roaring angrily.

"Clang—" The sword tip struck the white-faced man's helmet, sparks flew, and a dent appeared on the helmet.

The powerful flying sword strike only managed to leave a dent in Bai Mian's helmet.

"!" But Whiteface knew very well that Bray's attack would not be limited to this level.

Whiteface tried to draw his sword from behind, but it was too late.

Covered in blood, Bray emerged from beneath the white face.

Bray charged out despite the thirteen swords from the white-faced man.

The path they rushed through was covered in blood, and the scalding hot blood lingered on the ground for a long time.

Bray's arms and back were covered in deep wounds that had penetrated his flesh, some so deep that the bone was visible.

"Concentrate on!! White powder!!!" Bray growled, his voice a little hoarse.

Does it hurt? Of course it hurts, it hurts like hell.

Otherwise, Bray wouldn't need to roar to distract himself.

Nevertheless, Bray's right eye remained as lifeless as ever, as still as a stagnant pool.

Bray was calm, calmer than ever before.

The jet-black greatsword rose from below, leaving a sword mark as clear as ink on water.

The ink and washes intertwine to form a black dragon, tearing at the white surface.

"My Flow" "Azure Dragon"

This time, it was a true dragon's roar. Courage, sometimes, isn't enough.

Only true madness is the most reliable.

The greatsword landed on the white-faced man's breastplate.

"Breaklas!!!" Whiteface let out a deep growl.

Bray didn't answer, but stared intently at Whiteface with his right eye.

His right eye was filled with words, but his pupil did not become dull.

Without being able to close his vision, Bray activated his "mind's eye".

It was precisely because of his "sharp mind" that Bray survived when facing the Thirteen Swords of the White Face.

Bray dodged the most fatal slash.

Whiteface stood still, while Bray maintained his upward-slashing greatsword stance.

The violent aftershocks continued to surge out, destroying everything around the two.

“Breaklas, I’ve told you, your struggles are pointless,” Whiteface said coldly.

This attack still failed to harm Hakumian.

Instead of continuing to wield the sword, Bai Mian punched Lei Bu away.

Bray rolled backward on the ground and did not get up again.

This time, Bray could no longer hold the greatsword.

Blood seeped from Bray's right hand, and the wound inflicted by Whiteface made him look particularly pitiful.

"Beers" was stuck in the ground, its mournful cry echoing in the distance along with the "Last Echo".

The "My Flow" and "Azure Dragon" attacks just now exhausted Bray's last bit of strength.

"Cough cough..." Bray, who was lying on the ground, tried to get up.

Unfortunately, her body simply wouldn't obey her commands.

Bray gritted his teeth, trying to stay awake.

If you faint, then it's truly all over.

“Blakeras, you said I’m pathetic.”

You're right.

“But aren’t you pitiful?” White Face said.

"Am I going to die?" Bray asked Whiteface, panting.

Bai took a step forward and fell into deep thought.

After a while, Bai Mian chose to pull out his tattered longsword from behind him.

Whiteface wants to kill Bray with his sword.

"Probably," the pale-faced man said quietly.

This time, even Hibari couldn't stop Hakumen.

Let's end this journey here.

However, just after Bai Mian finished speaking in a low voice, a crisp sound rang out.

"Crack—" That was the sound of something shattering.

The white armor cracked.

The crack was where Bray's final shot landed.

"Clang—" A fragment fell from the white-faced armor.

Bai Mian froze, then subconsciously touched the cracked part of the light armor with his left hand.

"..." Bai Mian fell silent.

“I misjudged,” White said to Bray on the ground.

The white-faced man held the sword against Bray's chin, but did not thrust it forward.

Moonlight shone on the two of them.

The night continued, but the duel was over.