A dull longsword and a heartbroken villager

The water droplets fell from the water the moment Bray swung his sword, landing on Redip's face.

This time, the water droplets didn't hover in front of Redip, but landed easily on his face.

Redup's clothes had been soaked by seawater for some time now.

“…” Bray narrowed his right eye slightly, maintaining his sword-drawing posture.

But the blade remained motionless for a long time.

This unstoppable sword strike was caught by Redip's hand.

The sword nearly cleaved Redup's hand in two, but... it almost cleaved it but didn't quite.

Redip caught the sword in such a bloody manner.

This was the first time Bray had his sword caught by someone with his bare hands.

His sword wasn't fast, but it wasn't something that could be easily intercepted.

“I need to win…” Redip said in a deep voice.

Bray didn't know what Redip was fighting for; he only knew that the man was quite serious.

“We’re all the same in that respect,” Bray replied to Redipple indifferently.

Bray abruptly pulled the sword from Redip's hand, drawing a trail of blood.

The blood fell onto the stagnant water, slowly diluting and being diluted.

“Yes, we’re all the same,” Redip said, clenching his uninjured left hand.

He doesn't have any impressive skills; the attacks he can make are simple and stupid.

That is—throwing a punch.

"Boom!!!!" Redip slammed his fist into Bray's arm with a dull thud.

Bray was sent flying dozens of meters away by Redip's punch.

Water splashed everywhere, some of it landing haphazardly on Bray's body.

After gliding a distance, Bray adjusted his posture, planted his longsword in the ground, and forcibly stabilized his retreating figure.

"Cough cough..." Bray coughed.

Even after losing most of the force, Redip's punch still made Bray very uncomfortable.

“The concept is about reaching the limit, but I haven’t reached the limit yet.” Just as Bray had regained his footing, Redip rushed up to him.

The power and speed of the Aragami are all superior to those of the Black Iron type.

Even the strongest Black Iron type cannot have the slightest advantage in physical attributes.

Not to mention Bray.

"Clang—" Redip punched the broadsword, shattering it into countless pieces.

Behind the scattered fragments, Bray's eyes remained as calm as ever.

"Ping—" Redip continued to throw a punch, but it was another crisp sound.

The shattered "black key" was restored to its original state in a short moment, once again blocking the heavy punch for Bray.

"Drink! Drink! Drink! Drink! Drink! Drink! Drink! Drink!" Redip involuntarily roared.

He didn't know why, but in that instant, at that moment, he instinctively began to shout.

Amazingly, the shouting brought him a continuous source of strength despite his exhaustion.

It was as if as long as he could keep shouting, he could keep throwing punches.

All he can do is throw punches; he can't do anything else.

Redip shouted and swung his fist.

But what he heard was the sound of swords shattering.

No matter how Redup attacked, no matter how fierce his attacks were, they would all be blocked by a sword covered in cracks.

The blade, as fragile as glass, became the strongest shield.

The "black key" can be resurrected forever as long as its holder does not fall.

"Drink... Ah..." Redip's voice gradually weakened.

Even the gods of the wilderness, after forcibly using concepts, still reach their limits.

“I will definitely fight for what I have gained in these ten years…” Redip murmured.

Redup spoke very softly, but Bray was so close to Redup that he heard it clearly.

Ten years...

"Really? You've been working hard for this." Bray's pupils contracted sharply at first, then he lowered his eyelids helplessly.

Everyone has their own most precious treasure, and Redip is no exception.

Redup's treasure is that girl, and that girl's treasure is also Redup.

However... after learning the whole truth behind it all, Bray felt nothing but regret.

“This time, you really pushed yourself to the limit.” As the words fell, the dragon pattern behind Bray lit up.

Some have said that dragon patterns are only necessary for the most important moment.

At that moment, without holding back, he was about to unleash the full power of the dragon pattern.

The broadsword was sheathed, the longsword was drawn again after being sheathed, and the dragon pattern's momentary brilliance faded.

"I am merciless".

It had no special effects; it was a very simple and unadorned sword strike.

After this sword was swung, Redip—the wild god known as "Fisherman"—fell backward.

However, after Redip fell, he scrambled to his feet in a disheveled manner.

"My deal with that guy was to beat you."

Do you want me to admit defeat?

"Do not."

"..."

"I won't give up like this..."

Having made the choice, one should do everything in one's power to achieve the goal—that's what Redip thought, and that's what he did.

After getting up, Redip was in an even worse state than before.

However, even in this state, Bray will not underestimate Redip.

Even a god on its last breath is not someone you can easily deal with.

No matter how exhausted Redip was, if he didn't deflect the force, he could still be killed with a single punch.

Bray's resilience to attacks is not high at all. The reason he survived so many attacks is entirely due to his ability to deflect force.

Without this skill, it is impossible to defeat an enemy with terrifying brute force.

Redip didn't have the strength to shout; he just swung his fist with all his might.

"Boom!!!" The sound of air being torn apart rang out as the fist was swung, which was enough to prove that the power of this blow was still terrifying.

Unfortunately, the Swedish attack method remained as simple as ever, and Bray could easily see through it.

Now, there's no need to even block; you can simply sidestep Redip's attacks.

Even though Redip managed to get up, he looked like he was at his last gasp.

“You…” Bray hesitated, feeling a strange shock at Redip’s posture.

Bray often couldn't understand why other people could abandon their human identity for power.

Because, as human beings, we should be proud of this—at least that's what Bray thinks.

Seeing Redip's attitude, Bray probably understood a little.

That's probably the logic behind being willing to give up more for something.

There were no fancy special effects; it was just one side swinging its fists while the other kept dodging, like street thugs wrestling.

However, Redip's simple punch was enough to destroy a so-called S-class adventurer to dust.

And those so-called S-class adventurers will never be able to hit Bray.

This was a simple battle, a silent battle.

"Tick-tock." At one point, Bray felt a cool sensation on his face.

Water droplets, seemingly appearing out of nowhere, landed on the side of his face.

Then, Redip delivered another heavy punch.

Bray originally intended to dodge as before, but the next second, his right pupil involuntarily shrank.

The concept has resurfaced; the concept that was completely suppressed has suddenly become like a rekindled flame.

And Bray realized what the water droplets on his face were.

It's seawater.

Ah... that's the kind of outburst that comes from being in dire straits.

Bray himself had experienced this situation, but watching others unleash their power was indeed a very strange experience.

Many people have imagined themselves gaining immense power under certain circumstances, just like the protagonists in those stories who gained power and turned the tide against powerful enemies.

But it must be said that it was a kind of arrogance.

This kind of breakthrough comes at a price; you can't just become stronger out of nowhere.

Shouting, getting back up, that's winning—that's the result of an infinitely embellished story.

The moment when one's inner strength is unleashed is tragic, because it is predicated on having exhausted all one's strength and being trapped in an absolute predicament.

Meeting the conditions only means there's a "possibility" of unleashing one's full potential.

But how many people can still struggle to get back up after exhausting all their strength and facing almost certain defeat?

Even after getting up, there is only a very slight chance of squeezing out the last bit of strength.

Even after it's squeezed out, there's no guarantee that the damage can be reversed.

Knowing all these facts, who would even try to get back up?

Who would?

Bray crossed his two swords in front of him, blocking Redip's attack path.

He knew very well that this time, dodging wouldn't be effective.

"BOOM!!!!!!!!!!" The water swirled around Redip's arm, slamming into the Bray sword along with Redip's iron fist.

Bray couldn't even stand still; he slid backward a great distance on the ground.

Even with the resistance of the water, he was still pushed back ten meters.

At the same time, the accumulated water surged up behind Redip, transforming into a giant whale that lunged at Bray.

This is a blue, transparent giant whale, a whale larger than a ship.

"Splash!!!!!" The whale landed and then transformed back into waves.

The waves swallowed the mine ten meters away.

However, the sword blade broke through the waves, creating a trail of spray.

With a flick of his longsword, all the seawater scattered with a deafening roar, creating a sound like the crashing of a cliff.

“Bray!” Redip called out Bray’s name, and a blue giant surged up behind him.

"Don't shout so loudly." Bray's voice was extremely weak amidst the deafening roar.

“I’m sorry.” Redip apologized solemnly to Bray, then stepped forward and swung his fist from a distance.

The blue giant followed Redip's lead and threw a punch, the massive fist slamming directly at Bray.