A dull longsword and a heartbroken villager

Several sea creatures approaching the beach raised their thick arms.

These punches will probably destroy this beach.

Cold sweat dripped down Redup's forehead. Seeing those fists, he felt as if he could foresee his own death.

Redup remained still, his body acting like Dove's protective umbrella, bearing everything for her.

Dove didn't offer Redipple any help, and Redipple didn't owe Dove anything.

But... at least this little girl showed Redup the light, giving the depressed and self-destructive man a glimmer of hope.

Redup thought he could endure the darkness if he had never seen the light.

Redip, who thought he would live a miserable life like this forever, was changed by a little girl.

He couldn't let go, regardless of what kind of monsters they were! Regardless of who that woman was.

Redup only knew that what he needed to do now was to make the little girl less afraid.

“Redip.” Dove could almost feel Redip trembling too.

The man was struggling to suppress his fear and trying to protect himself.

“Redip…Redip…” Dove’s tears flowed uncontrollably, soaking Redip’s shirt.

“Don’t be afraid,” Redip whispered.

"Hahaha..." A sea creature tried to burst into laughter, but his laughter was interrupted.

"Tap—" Heavy footsteps sounded.

It was just a single sound, yet it drew everyone's attention.

"Is it funny?"

Bray stood before Redip and Doffin, raising his twin swords in both hands.

The worn-out longsword had its tip pointing straight at Misala.

But the great black sword was pointed at those seemingly unapproachable sea creatures.

“You…” Misala didn’t know what to say.

She found herself unable to move, as if something was pressing her down firmly in place.

A voice told her not to move, or she would die.

The sea creatures shared the same feeling as Misala.

Being pointed at by that small longsword felt like being weighed down by something heavy.

The heavy atmosphere made it difficult for these sea creatures to even breathe.

The tide receded at this point.

"Get out," Bray said, his voice carrying the force of a blizzard. "You bastard!!!" The four sea creature lackeys erupted in unison in fury.

Some of the sea creatures thought that Bray looked down on them.

Despite instinctively sensing the threat, the pride etched in the hearts of the Bronze Race made it impossible for them not to be angry.

They have always been taught that the Bronze race is superior to the Iron race, and there are no exceptions.

That feeling of danger must have been just an illusion.

"Boom!!! Boom!!!!" A flurry of punches rained down, but this time the target wasn't Redip and Doffin, but Bray, who was wielding a sword.

"Drip-drop—" Everyone seemed to hear the sound of water droplets.

I even vaguely saw a lake rippling.

But where did the sound of dripping water come from? Where did the lake come from?

All anyone could see was a silver streak passing through the air.

"Water flow stopped" "Rain stopped"

Sometime later, the longsword lay on the beach. Bray swung the greatsword with one hand, slicing it across the chests of the four sea creatures.

Different targets, but a neat cut appears in the same location.

The cut was made with that incredibly dull sword.

“I said ‘get out,’” Bray said calmly, picking up the longsword from the ground again.

Blood gushed forth like a tidal wave, staining the tide that washed ashore red.

Countless chains, like catchers, seized the four sea creatures and forcibly dragged them into the underwater magic array.

The clanging of the chains sent shivers down the spines of the remaining three second-tier sea creatures.

All the bronze-type individuals understood that the appearance of these chains meant death.

Unless there are special circumstances, only dead Bronze-type creatures will be pulled back to their original location.

"Have you decided what you're going to do?" Bray glanced at Misala.

Misala looked at Doffin, who was being held by Redip, and finally took a step back helplessly.

She understood that there was no way to get Dove back; the man seemed a little angry.

The sea creatures have already entered the city, and nothing we do will make a difference.

Even if Misala had actually killed Doffin, the sea creatures would still have destroyed the city.

What happens next depends on this adventurer.

“Katrina, go and disperse the crowd,” Bray said to Katrina.

"Huh? Me?" Katrina pointed to herself, confirming what Bray had said.

"Who else could it be but you?" Katrina was the quickest to slip away.

"This is my first time doing this kind of work," Katrina said, touching her long hair and sighing.

However, once Katrina becomes a sergeant in the city, it would actually be quite easy for her to evacuate the crowd.

Having made up her mind, Katrina vanished from the spot, leaving behind a trail of butterflies formed from residual magic.

“I’ll stay…” Misala said to Bray.

“No need.” Bray shook his head; it was a good thing that Mishara had given in.

However, Misala's concession was mainly because arresting Dove was no longer a viable option.

Bray glanced at the remaining three sea creatures.

He was somewhat glad that he had let Naruko and Levy go to play with his younger sister.

Just as Bray was thinking, a huge fist came flying from a tricky angle.

The Difficult Classic is designed to attack when Bray is in a daze!

Insidious, but effective enough.

However, in order to throw this punch, half of his body went into the sand, with only his fish-shaped lower body still submerged in the water.

"BOOM!!! ...

However, this was not because the attack from the Difficult Sutra was effective.

"Aaaaaaaahh ...

Bray's greatsword remained in a downward slashing posture, the force of the blow exceeding all expectations.

Those solid muscles were a joke, utterly useless against the greatsword.

Bray lifted the greatsword, slung it over the blade, and looked up at the still screaming Nan Jing.

“Weak.” Bray frowned.

I'd heard Katrina and Nisha mention before that these sea creatures were some kind of Tier 2.

This second-order is a bit too weak; it didn't meet Bray's expectations.

Compared to that depraved sea tribe in the small village in the forest, they are far weaker.

"Nan Jing, get away from the beach!" the crow cried.

Coming to his senses, Nan Jing quickly swam away from the beach, looking at Bray with lingering fear.

Is this a human? A human who cut off his own hand with a sword?

"Don't confront it head-on, let the white coral flood this city," Bitter Crow said in a deep voice.

Bitter Raven was a relatively calm fellow, and he noticed the unusual strength of Bray.

However, the Bitter Crow also realized that Bray had no ability to fight at sea.

Otherwise, he would have died long ago, and there would have been no chance for him to escape.

"Okay..." Bai Shanhu looked at her severed hand, gasped, and didn't react for a long time.

White Coral raised her hand, and the sea behind her began to rage.

Nisha, noticing this, couldn't help but shudder.

“Mr. Bray! That sea creature!” Nisha reminded Bray.

Bray lifted his eyelids, surprised that Nisha was still there.

"I saw it."

Bray naturally has ways to deal with magic.

The white coral's magic doesn't involve direct magical attacks, but rather indirectly destroys the seawater by manipulating it.

Since that's the case, we can't use "Ghost Gate Return" anymore, but instead we should use—

"Ancient Sword School" "Quanjian"

The tip of the longsword landed on the ground, creating ripples invisible to the naked eye.

The area affected by the ripples seemed to have broken threads.

"What?" Bai Shanhu's face turned pale instantly.

The spell was interrupted... no, to be precise, it was severed by something strange.

"White Coral! What are you doing!" Bitter Crow looked at its fellow creature with displeasure.

Why did He suddenly stop the spell?! Wasn't this a perfect opportunity to drown everyone?

“It wasn’t me…it was that human.” White Coral glared at Bitter Crow.

It's easy for Ku Ya to talk when you're not the one suffering.

Bitter Crow frowned as he was glared at by White Coral.

"This human can interrupt my spells." White Coral couldn't believe that someone could interrupt a Bronze-level spell.

It's important to know that the spell system of the Bronze race is more complete and has been developed for many years than that of the Iron race.

No matter how you look at it, it shouldn't be inferior to the Black Iron type.

Indeed, this is true; whether it is martial arts or magic, the Bronze-level cultivators are definitely more advanced.

However, this does not mean that the martial arts and magic of the Black Iron race are completely useless.

Being able to fully utilize the strengths of these martial arts and spells will naturally allow one to compete with those of the Bronze level.

“This human…is far stronger than any of us here.” Nan Jing stopped the bleeding on his arm and said in a low voice.

Although I don't really want to admit it, this insignificant human is stronger than myself, the bitter crow, and the white coral.

Only a clear technological advantage could explain why Bray could easily dodge his attacks and counterattack, and break White Coral's spell. Nan Jing noticed Bray's unusual behavior, but White Coral and Bitter Crow hadn't yet fully grasped the meaning behind Nan Jing's words.

"Are you scared?" Bitter Crow glanced at Nan Jing with disdain. He now thought Nan Jing was a coward who bullied the weak and feared the strong.

It's just that we've encountered one particularly troublesome human.

The crow hovered in mid-air, coldly watching Bray.

A beam of light, crackling with red and black lightning, swept over the crow.

The seawater that was swept away evaporated instantly, creating a thick mist.

The yellow sand on the beach was scorched black at the same time.