A dull longsword and a heartbroken villager

This time, the spear did not unleash any flames, leaving only the scorching heat of the magma.

The gun barrel hit the ground, shattering into countless small pieces.

"..." Bray used the force of Takaman's attack to propel himself a great distance.

Bray's eyes were like a stagnant pool, a stark contrast to the temperature around him.

He's always like this; he's always strangely calm in these situations.

“Come, Ring-bearer.” Takaman’s voice was steady and powerful as he swung his spear at a speed disproportionate to its size.

The tangled spears gradually ignited with faint flames.

This flame wasn't deliberately created by Takaman; it was ignited by the already intense heat of the spear.

The flames rise and then extinguish in an instant, and this scene keeps repeating itself, as if the flames are playing a prank.

Faced with the massive spear in front of him, Lei Bo could only choose to parry most of the time.

It's unrealistic to expect to dodge it using your own speed.

Especially now that his magic and inner energy have been stripped away, his dragon mark and left eye are essentially useless.

"Ding!"

"Ding! Ding!!!!"

The metal collided with the hard rock again and again, producing a pleasant, crisp sound.

Unfortunately, the sparks from the clash of weapons were completely overshadowed by the flames from Takaman's spear.

Two small swords managed to block weapons several times their own size time and time again.

"Thump!!!" Takaman's spear was blocked once again.

However, after being blocked this time, Takaman did not raise his gun and swing it directly, but maintained his original posture.

"Whoosh..." Bray's twin swords blocked the spear, and his movements also came to a halt.

“…” Takaman was silent for a while.

"Hahahahahahaha!!!" Then burst into wild laughter.

He is not usually taciturn, but he is not talkative either, much less prone to maniacal laughter.

But now He really wants to laugh out loud.

The Silver race has diverse personalities, and Takaman is a guy who loves fighting and killing.

At that moment, He felt a deep sense of joy.

Although I can't use "concepts" and flames are useless, it's still very satisfying.

"I am the 'Third Demon King,' Takaman."

“Monk, I will ask you formally once more, what is your name?” Takaman asked unhurriedly.

The force on the spear continued to increase, the ground gradually caved in, and sparks flew from the spear.

“Breaklas,” Breklas answered Takaman’s question calmly.

“Breclas, fight me. It’s been a long time since I’ve had a proper fight.” Takaman’s deep voice, like a flame smoldering under charcoal, contained a strong emotion.

“I am stronger than that apostle you fought before.”

“I know,” Bray said calmly.

Bray knew how powerful Takaman was, because even without the concept and those flames, Takaman still felt incredibly powerful to Bray. "Bang!!!!" The tombstone on the ground was shattered into countless fragments, and the carrion crows were engulfed by the spreading shockwave, leaving not even a trace behind.

This was all because of Takaman's attack.

Under the imposing force of the spear, Betley's world began to tremble, as if it were about to collapse at any moment.

After the deafening roar, the world paused for a moment, and after that point in time, the world began to move again.

As the world came to life once again, the deafening sound of an explosion rose.

After the flames gathered at one point, they expanded and exploded, shattering everything and billowing up thick smoke.

Bray's body burst out of the thick smoke and was blown into the air.

Each of Takaman's attacks generates a powerful shockwave, which Bray uses to move quickly throughout the battle.

Using the air current to retreat and leap, he was many times faster than he could move on his own.

The ground below was a mess, having been ravaged countless times by Takaman's spear.

"Breaklas." A figure called out Breklas's name.

Bray stared into the scene through the thick smoke with his right eye, knowing that the guy who called his name would soon emerge from the smoke just like him.

"Is this all you've got?" Takaman cut through the surrounding smoke, wielding his massive spear as he charged at the airborne wreckage.

"Do all you battle maniacs like to say that?" Bray quipped, then met Takaman's attack with his broadsword.

With a flick of his spear, Takaman shattered the sword in Bray's hand, and his figure plummeted straight down from the sky.

Bray got up from the ground and used his longsword to support himself.

The fragments of the broadsword fell to the ground along with Bray, eventually forming the main body.

"You can recover?" Bray looked at his broadsword with some surprise.

"Are you an idiot?! I'm a sword with my own will now."

"Wow, that's amazing." Bray himself had no idea that Broadsword was so powerful now.

“Even so, this is still a problem.” Blood flowed from Bray’s forehead and wrist; he was severely injured.

If you're not careful, you could get hurt by a spear.

The spear is not a blunt weapon; it is a sharp weapon.

Although Takaman's skills were not particularly advanced, his absolute strength and speed as a Silver Race gave him an edge over Bray.

Bray, whose stamina had already been largely depleted, was now feeling somewhat dazed.

The blood flowing down his forehead blurred his right eye.

So he simply closed his right eye, plunging his vision into darkness.

"I was born to fight, so I constantly pursue fighting."

"And you, as a human, as a shaman, as a Braclas, why do you fight?" The flames on Takaman's body were as intense as his current emotions.

Takaman's fighting spirit was ignited by Bray, by a Dark Iron.

Although it's a bit unbelievable, it's good, and Takaman is quite satisfied.

Takaman loved those moments when the enemy didn't fall even after he had swung his spear.

He served the organization and was also passionate about fighting.

This is exactly what He wants to see—that He can fight freely and without restraint.

But He really wanted to know why Bray was standing in front of Him and fighting Him.

What exactly is the reason?

“As for Braclas… that’s a good point.” Braclas casually turned the blindfold around.

He wasn't worried that Takaman would suddenly lash out.

Takaman disdains sneak attacks and possesses the demeanor of a strongman.

"Let's just consider it a commission." Bray crouched down slightly, gripped his longsword behind his back, and held his broadsword in front of him, assuming his stance.

He took a deep breath to calm himself down.

"I don't really like fighting, but if the request requires it."

"I will fight." In the end, Bray still couldn't give a reason for his fight... or rather, Bray couldn't explain why he would fight so hard.

"That's an irrelevant answer," Takaman said, dissatisfied.

After he finished speaking, two piercing voices rang out and echoed in this world of mental images.

Takaman and Bray launched their attack simultaneously.

Compared to the enormous Takaman, Bray looked very small.

Judging from the momentum and physique of both sides, it seemed that Bray's side was going to lose the offensive.

Takaman, wielding a long spear, swept across the land with thunderous roar.

Bray simply maintained his bizarre stance and kept running.

If they really clash like this, Bray will definitely lose.

Bray himself knew this, but he still chose to clash with Takaman.

Because after he opened his mind's eye, he felt a power within him that did not belong to him.

Before Bray came in, that guy Betley unleashed quite a few divine spells.

However, these divine spell states need to be triggered; they are not permanent states.

If Bray hadn't used his mind's eye, he probably wouldn't have been able to detect the divine magic on him at all.

Let alone using it.

This is what Betley calls the "baton".

"A baton, perhaps?" Bray murmured in a barely audible voice.

Bray had no idea how to use these divine spells; he was completely clueless about them.

In short, first think about "how to use it".

"Tick-tock—" Just as Bray was thinking this, he heard this sound as his foot landed.

It was the sound of water droplets falling.

Bray's figure transformed into a blue streak of light, leaving countless afterimages behind him.

The soft blue light was like the blues that only exist under the moon.

"Huh?" Takaman was astonished by the speed at which the amount of money had increased.

Compared to the speed Bray had previously displayed, his current speed is simply too abnormal.

Without magic or internal energy, how can a Black Iron Seed unleash a speed beyond its own limits?

"What exactly are you..." Takaman lowered his voice, wanting to ask.

But before He could ask, Bray crossed the vast distance between them and came before Him.

Along with Bray, two swords also appeared.

At this moment, Bray was in his best condition; his injuries and physical strength had all been healed by the divine magic left behind by Beatrix.

In other words, the next strike will be a strike from when Bray is at his peak.

"Very good, very good!" Takaman praised sincerely, noticing Bray's subtle but powerful aura.

Takaman stopped talking, gripped his massive spear tightly, and thrust the tip straight at Bray, determined to fight back with all his might.

A long, resounding clang, seemingly never-ending, rose up.

The two swords and the spear clashed together, unleashing a terrifying impact centered on the point where the three met.

The mental world is riddled with cracks, and then it begins to painstakingly repair itself.

Those cracks overflowed with light, as if another beautiful world existed behind them.

Unfortunately, the crack was repaired before anyone could peek at the view behind it.

One confrontation nearly destroyed the mental world that had been locked away between the two.

"Crack—" As Takaman steadied himself, a large rock fell from his back shoulder.

Not only that, but a piece of Takaman's head was also clearly missing.

His rocky body was wounded.

"It's really hard..." Bray murmured, without opening his eyes.

But he knew what had happened to his sword.