A dull longsword and a heartbroken villager

A muffled thud suddenly sounded.

Due to the intense impact, both Bray and Takaman were thrown backward a distance.

However, the movements of both remained unchanged from beginning to end, as if two statues were being forcefully pushed apart.

Neither Bray's sword nor Takaman's spear showed any signs of breaking.

Even though the "Black Key" has become a sword with its own will, the ability to reconfigure has become a characteristic.

However, as expected, relying on internal energy to restore the sword is more effective than letting the sword repair itself.

Most importantly, only by stabilizing with internal energy can the "black key" achieve the hardness of its predecessor, "Beers".

"Roar!" Takaman roared like a beast, abruptly stopping his retreat and slamming his left fist into Bray.

"Boom!" Bray smashed through the wooden door of a house.

The battlefield had unknowingly shifted to the town of Eratababa.

The aftershocks of the battle easily tore apart all traces left by the Black Iron race civilization.

Bray wanted to fight Takaman in a deserted place, but Takaman didn't care about such trivial matters as destroying the town.

The raging flames could not harm Bray, but they could burn everything else.

The objects crackled and popped as they burned, surrounding Bray and Takaman.

“I think you’re better when you talk than when you yell,” Bray said in a slightly weak voice, pushing aside the splinters of wood blocking his view.

“Is that so? In that case, I’ll speak then.” Takaman responded to Bray without even thinking.

“You’re so easy to talk to.” Bray said, then kicked off the wall behind him, passed through the wall of fire in front of him, and brought his twin swords to Takaman’s chest.

Man and sword transformed into shooting stars, streaking across the town streets covered in flames and blood.

It's fast, but for a being like Takaman, it's not enough, not nearly enough.

Takaman mustered his strength, but instead of thrusting his spear at the oncoming Bray, he thrust it diagonally into the ground in front of him.

"Boom!" The ground roared, and the sky, covered with thick clouds, began to tremble.

“Let me see how you get back on your feet this time, Blakelas!” As Takaman’s voice rang out, it was as if an earthquake had begun to shake the surroundings.

Just after Takaman finished speaking, the ground cracked open, and terrifying power burst forth from the fissure.

That was magic, that was underground magma, that was countless pebbles, all of which surged upwards from below.

That was where Bray was located.

Bray squinted his right eye, and the two swords spun half a circle in mid-air, following his momentum.

"Broken Water Stream" or "Broken Waterfall"

The scorching tide of lava in front of them was split in two, bursting out in both directions.

From high above, you can see that a large area of ​​Erataba has been torn into three parts by lava.

"..." Bray raised his arm to shield himself from the remaining shockwave.

A drop of sweat fell from Bray's hair and was then immediately dried.

The blast wave was more intense than any storm Bray had encountered before.

However! It's not impossible to suppress it!

Bray's forehead veins bulged as he used all his strength to resist the invisible and intangible impact before him.

But the next moment, Takaman started moving.

He grasped his spear with one hand and slowly pulled it back.

“Breaklas, let this be the final blow.” Every word Takaman uttered was clearly audible to Bray.

"Whoosh—" After a flash of light, the huge spear came straight at the mine.

This is a spear that Takaman casually made out of rocks, yet it is more powerful than most weapons of his time.

A strange sound echoed around as the spear slipped from Takaman's hand.

What exactly is that sound? Well, to give you an example, it's the sound of stars twinkling in the sky.

It's hard to understand, but that's the kind of sound it makes.

Bray watched the spear grow larger in his field of vision, exhaled, and gave up resisting the shockwave.

The shockwave propelled the mine towards the endless horizon, where it soared into the sky alongside the spear.

Bray adjusted his posture with difficulty and gripped his broadsword tightly.

"Hahahahahaha!!!! Blakelas!!!" Takaman, who was on the ground, noticed Blake's movements and his fighting spirit was ignited once again.

The battle continued, and the human intended to keep fighting.

Even though he knew that falling from that height would have been fatal for an ordinary human, Bray still chose to continue fighting.

This will truly excites Takaman.

"Boom!" Takaman slammed his foot heavily on the ground, his heavy body bouncing up.

His speed was illogical, like a slideshow; with each blink, he would appear in another location high in the sky.

Bray's lifeless right eye was fixed on Takaman, on the gun.

He would reach the highest point before the spear, then fall directly into it and be pierced through.

No, perhaps Takaman, who catches up, will simply grab the spear and kill him in high school.

Or perhaps he dodged all the attacks and simply fell to his death from the sky.

"That's really high. There's no way he could avoid falling to his death." Bray closed his right eye, thinking to himself.

Yes, with injuries this severe, it's practically impossible for him to perform any further actions.

Normally, he wouldn't necessarily die if he fell from here.

Unfortunately, this is not a normal situation.

But even though that's what he was thinking, the force he transferred to the broadsword did indeed increase.

When Bray reached the highest point, his figure froze in that moment.

In that instant, in that frozen moment at the highest point, the pitch-black sword transformed into a shooting star.

"Onis Swordsmanship" and "Golden Death Star"

A black meteor fell from the sky.

"Crack—" The spear was shattered into countless burning fragments of stone.

After that, the meteor's momentum only increased, continuing to surge towards Takaman at an ever-increasing speed.

"Let me see your full-force attack!" Takaman swung his indestructible arm, trying to block the blow.

"Crack—" But the "black key" pierced through Takaman's arm and stabbed into the crack in his chest.

The broadsword trembled, as if it were about to shatter—but it did not.

It's very deep; the "black key" went in quite deep.

Takaman had forgotten when he was last stabbed; it must have been a very, very long time ago.

If this sword were just a little bit more powerful, just a little bit more powerful, it could have cut Takaman in half.

What a pity! It's such a shame!

It had already pierced through four-fifths of the thickness of Takaman's body, but it couldn't break through that last bit.

Unlike normal life forms, takmans do not have a heart or brain.

He will not fall unless He is completely destroyed.

Takaman could sense how much of his limits Bray pushed when he threw that sword.

The limits of a swordsman, the limits of humanity, the limits of the Black Iron race.

It's already incredible that black iron can reach this level.

The more this happened, the more Takaman felt it was a pity.

"It's over! This battle has finally come to an end!" Takaman's voice echoed across the sky.

The will to fight was almost consuming Takaman; the "World Wall," his own life, and Jonathan's plans were all completely irrelevant to him now.

Putting everything else aside, Takaman only wanted to enjoy the battle to the fullest.

Flames burst forth from the cracks in Takaman's mangled body.

The sphere of flames continued to expand, trying to dispel the gloomy clouds in the sky, like another sun.

"Breclas! I don't care if you're a Ringholder or not, I don't care if you're Ironborn or not! Keep going!"

"Keep going with me!" Takaman roared.

"Roar!!" A roar like that of a bird of prey or a hunting dog suddenly erupted.

"It's so noisy." Bray's right eye was still slightly closed, but he heard Takaman's words very clearly.

Has it really come to this? This battle should end by now.

However, at this moment, Bray remained calm.

Sometimes I wonder if I'm working too hard, and the reasons for it are rather vague.

Those guys who take saving the world as their mission don't work as hard as I do.

It's really baffling.

A feeling of weightlessness enveloped Bray, and he could clearly feel himself falling.

The fortress, located far above ground, began to crumble little by little.

The mental world effect that supported Bray gradually lost its effectiveness under Takaman's constant destruction.

When the world of the mind ends, if it is not the dawn, it signifies another tragic fate.

"Hahahaha!!!" Takaman laughed, clenching his fists.

The rising Takaman and the falling Bray collided at some point in the sky.

From a distance, it looks like two lines connected together.

Takaman channeled all his power into his fists, intending to crush Bray to pieces.

"BOOM!!!!!!!!!!" But there was only an empty sound.

Bray leaped over the burning fireball, over Takaman's fists, and stood before Takaman.

At this moment, he was zero distance from Takaman.

Bray grabbed the broadsword, black and embedded in Takaman's chest, and using his opposite momentum, steadily stepped onto the uneven rock fragments.

This time, unlike before, Bray held a broadsword in his left hand and a tattered longsword in his right.

"Clang—" Bray suddenly opened his right eye and pulled the broadsword out of Takaman's body.

Everything has its weaknesses. As long as you grasp the weakest point, even a wooden sword can cleave through steel.

However, some entities simply hide it very well.

Now, Bray sees it clearly.

In the very moment he closed his right eye, he saw everything clearly.

“You’re right, it’s time to end this.” The turbulence distorted Bray’s voice.

However, Takaman heard Bray's words clearly.

“Then let’s try to finish…” Before Takaman could finish speaking, Bray had already started moving.

One sword, two swords, three swords...

By the time Lian realized that Bray had swung his sword, the eighteen sword strikes had already ended.

First, a white line ripped through the sky, a slash that seemed to split the clouds in the sky.

Then seventeen white lines intertwined and shimmered high in the sky.

Takaman was cut in half by the chaotic eighteen swords, and the final sword struck the wound pierced by the "black key".