A dull longsword and a heartbroken villager

At best, he could prevent himself from becoming a slave to Takaman through "conquest".

"Without that guy around, dealing with a demigod is incredibly difficult," Beatrix said with a wry smile.

He actually thought he would see Bray, since Bray was in town and couldn't possibly ignore the Silver Seed.

But even after all that time, he still hadn't seen Bray.

Yes, all his hard work was just stalling for time.

To prevent Takaman from wreaking havoc in Era Taba, they must delay until Bray arrives.

If he cooperates with Bray, they might even be able to counter the projection of the Golden Seed.

Unfortunately, Bray isn't here. It's been a full half hour, and I still can't see him.

"Want to play hide-and-seek again?" After pulling Betley and Afrena to the ground, Takaman looked down at the two. While Betley and Takaman were playing hide-and-seek with all their might, Bray, whom he was nagging, was also engaged in his own battle.

"Shh—" Due to the huge impact, Bray's body slid a long distance on the ground, but it did not make a screeching sound due to friction.

The reason is simple—there's a lot of water on the ground.

Although it didn't cause any splashing, the ground was still very slippery.

Redip stood expressionless about ten meters in front of Bray.

He was enveloped in seawater, and the surrounding air became noticeably more humid.

Bray swung his sword, flicking away the water droplets from the blade, and then the water droplets shot towards Redipple like bullets.

However, the water droplet remained suspended in Redipple and did not continue forward.

“Quite serious,” Bray said calmly.

From the moment Redup put Doffin down, Bray knew why this man had come.

This isn't just casual conversation; it's a battle with myself.

Redip possessed a strong fighting spirit towards himself, but not a murderous intent.

“I’ve joined the ‘Alliance of the Gods’,” Redip said calmly, then stomped his foot on the ground.

The seawater, appearing out of nowhere, spread out from Redip to form giant waves.

"Boom!!!" The building was easily crushed by the giant wave, as if it were made of paper.

However, the waves in one direction were parted.

A sword cleaved down heavily, splitting the surging wave in two.

“That’s not a good place.” Although Bray was slightly surprised that Redip had joined the “Alliance of the Gods,” he didn’t show it on his face.

“Yes, it’s not a good place.” Redip agreed with Bray’s assessment.

The nature of the "alliance of the gods" was something that Swedish Pu immediately understood the moment he saw Jonathan.

"Originally, I didn't want to stand in front of you."

“You don’t need to tell me too much about the details,” Bray said to Redip after nodding.

Whatever the reason, it doesn't change the fact that the two are now fighting.

"Hoo." Bray held his longsword horizontally at his side and crouched slightly.

The next moment, Bray vanished from his spot, his longsword leaving a silver trail in mid-air.

"Eighteen Styles" and "Eleven Strings"

The sword tip pierced straight towards Redip.

What appears to be a single sword strike is actually eleven sword strikes overlapping each other.

“You’re right.” Redip took a deep breath and waved his hand forcefully, sending a giant wave crashing into Bray.

The waves are not just pure seawater; they also contain magic and other things.

If you treat Redip's wave as a normal wave, you'll suffer a terrible fate.

A wave separated Bray and Redip; the sword tip pierced the wave, but ultimately failed to hit Redip precisely.

“This is the choice I made myself…” Redip murmured.

As the waves recede, the water on the ground becomes increasingly abundant, and the water level may now be over ten centimeters deep.

"..." And after the wave receded, Bray's figure appeared in front of Redip.

Bray's longsword had somehow been switched to his left hand, while his broadsword was now in his right.

The two slashes flowed smoothly together, the black and white blades leaving two deep bloody gashes on Redip's chest.

“!!?” Redip was clearly stunned after being slashed by the suddenly appearing Bray.

“You rely too much on your own ‘concepts’,” Bray said quietly.

Unfortunately, I will suppress the "concept."

"So that's how it is." After regaining his senses, Redip touched his bleeding chest.

The wound is healing, but not quickly.

The tough body of the Aragami was forcefully breached by the lightning bolt.

Redip's strengths lie in his physical abilities and his "concept".

In terms of combat experience, he was no match for anyone, after all, he was just a fisherman.

If he hadn't accepted the "divine source," he could never have become so powerful.

No matter how hard you try your whole life, you can never be as strong as he is now.

Once they were in close combat, Bray's sword never stopped.

The speed at which the sword was swung wasn't particularly fast, but it still gave people a dazzling feeling.

Most normal people probably can't distinguish the difference between Bray's speed and that of other faster people.

Anyway, there are always afterimages, so it looks very fast.

The seawater constantly acts as a buffer shield, deflecting the mine's sword time and time again.

However, no matter how focused Redip was on his defense, he would still manage to slip through one or two of his swords.

Every missed strike would leave a wound on his body; his resilient flesh was still no match for Bray's sharp blade.

His powerful physique only ensured that he wouldn't be cleaved in two by a single sword strike.

“You’re serious too…” Redip’s eyes returned to calm after the initial confusion.

“That’s true, how could you not take it seriously?” Redip muttered to himself.

The kind of hesitation or timidity that comes with knowing the enemy would not happen to Bray.

Redip, bracing himself against Bray's sword, crouched down and placed his hands on the puddles on the ground.

"Boom!!!" A deafening sound came from nearby.

"..." Bray stopped his sword from striking Redip, and instead turned to face the side, holding the sword.

How high can waves be? Tsunamis, on the other hand, can be tens of meters high and have wavelengths of hundreds of kilometers.

A wave only a dozen meters high is enough to swallow up an entire city on the sea.

Today, waves over ten meters high have appeared in the town of Eratabah.

Compared to the ferocious tsunami, this wave seemed exceptionally gentle.

Of course, it's not as terrifying as a wavelength of hundreds of kilometers; at most, it's only a few hundred meters.

The waves crashed down, but they did not destroy any buildings.

There were no bystanders around Redip and Bray during their fight.

This means that the wave was specifically aimed at the mine.

“You’re such a gentle person,” Bray said, facing the waves with his back to Redipple.

"Broken Water Stream" or "Broken Waterfall"

The sword moves, and giant waves surge.

The waves, several meters high, were forcibly separated and surged to both sides.

“It’s not over yet, Bray.” Redip looked up, staring intently at Bray’s retreating figure.

"..." Bray quickly realized the danger.

However, realizing this at that point was too late.

After the wave receded, the resulting water surged toward the mine and swallowed it whole.

The seawater was surging in far too fast, exceeding the mine's response capabilities.

At the same time, this situation cannot be solved by techniques alone.

Admittedly, Bray can cleave the waves, but he cannot make the seawater disappear into thin air.

A large amount of seawater was directly used to flood the area.

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The water quickly began to flow out, and the water level dropped rapidly.

When the water level dropped to a few tens of centimeters, Brey's disheveled figure was revealed.

"Cough cough..." Although it only lasted a few seconds, Bray almost choked to death.

Moreover, when the water pressure came down, Bray thought he wouldn't make it through; the force was so great it was suffocating.

Bray wiped the seawater off his face and coughed incessantly.

“Your mind works surprisingly fast,” Bray said to Redipple, brushing his bangs aside.

That was one of the types of attacks Bray hated most. Both Redip and Bray were panting.

Leaving aside Bray, the fact that Redip, as a god of chaos, is starting to feel tired means a lot.

While the suppression of the concept in "The Last Echo" is not entirely complete, the degree of suppression is quite profound.

Even so, Redip continued to use "Waves," which seemed to make it appear that the suppression of "Swan Song" was completely ineffective.

However, in reality, "The Last Thing" did severely suppress Redip's abilities, but Redip used all his energy to mobilize his concepts.

The result is that I look exhausted like this now.

However, he successfully used his ability.

Of course, there is also the factor that Redip's own "concept" is strong enough. If Redip's "concept" is too weak, no matter how hard he tries, he will not be able to use it.

"..." Redip raised his hand, but froze halfway up.

He wanted to use his abilities, but found no waves rising.

That is to say-

"Has my ability reached its limit?" Redip muttered to himself.

If he lost his abilities, could he continue fighting Bray with just his physical body? Redip had his doubts.

But Bray didn't give Redipple time to think; the next second, he charged forward with two swords in hand.

“Redip, you’ve reached your limit,” Bray said calmly, as if talking to a friend on the street.

Bray shook his head to remove the water, then looked at the tired Redip with his right eye.

“Ah, yeah.” Redip stared at Bray expressionlessly.

The moment their eyes met lasted only a second or two, yet in a daze, it gave the illusion that a very long time had passed.

The longsword was sheathed, and the broadsword, held in both hands, cleaved down with unstoppable force.

The internal energy seemed to overflow like ink, wrapping around the sword blade.

A jet-black sword, jet-black ink, jet-black internal energy—

Like a brush dipped in thick ink, ready to leave a profound mark on this world.

"I flow" "Zantie"

"Is this his sword? I'm so envious, so strong." Redip sincerely envied Bray. Bray was different from him; he was truly strong.