A dull longsword and a heartbroken villager

However, when the other party appeared in front of him, Bray frowned.

Because the mind's eye is not open, perception is not particularly clear.

Now that the other side was standing right in front of him, Bray finally noticed the strange aura emanating from these guys.

Every single one of them carried Jonathan's aura to some extent.

Just like the "passerby" who revealed information to me before.

"That proves he's very capable, or rather, very lucky," a woman said in a teasing tone.

How can we be sure it's a woman? Because her voice sounds like it.

If the other party is a female character who insists on being male, then there's nothing Bray can do; he'll just have to admit his mistake.

The other three remained silent.

Bray had a strange feeling of being surrounded; the other party seemed to have quite a bit of charisma.

And so he listlessly glanced at the five people with his right eye.

"Let's go, there's no need to pay attention to this person," the person who spoke first said to the person next to him.

He planned to continue climbing to the top, as there were more important things at the top than this adventurer.

"Are we just going to leave like this? Don't you think this guy is interesting?" Just then, a flippant remark came from among them.

"Don't waste time, our time is precious." The man who seemed to be the leader said in a low voice, somewhat annoyed.

"It's alright, Nalan, I just wanted to have some fun."

“…” Bray felt extremely annoyed listening to this guy.

However... this guy seems to be the one who spoke to me outside the tower at the beginning.

Although the clothes looked very different, Bray could barely tell that it was the same person by their scent.

“Play with me for a while, of course, I won’t kill you.” The man in the dark blue robe stepped forward.

"Hey... that's enough." The man called Nalan warned.

"Nalan, oh Nalan."

"None of us have ever used our newly acquired abilities on anyone else."

"Little adventurer, you wouldn't mind indulging us saviors, would you?" Beneath the deep blue robe, a ferocious and terrifying laugh rang out.

"I just thought you might be more capable, so I used you as a test subject." After saying that, the man in the dark blue robe extended his hand.

Centered on him, countless red stripes spread out from his feet and surged toward Bray.

These stripes look like living paper.

"Ding—" But the spread of these stripes suddenly stopped.

The tip of the longsword had touched the ground without anyone noticing.

An invisible ripple prevented the divine spell from being activated any further.

“Bessie, don’t waste time.” Although Bray’s actions surprised Nalan.

But compared to that, he prioritized calling out to Bessie.

"Don't stop me, this guy is interesting!" Bessie was like a madman, a terrifying red light flashing under his hood.

Seeing that his divine magic was ineffective, the guy charged forward with his bare body and punched Bray.

He held the Bray Sword in front of him, blocking the trajectory of the opponent's attack in advance.

"Clang—" It was clearly a fist colliding with the blade, yet it produced this strange sound.

“…” Bray narrowed his right eye.

He saw that Bessie was wearing a ring on her finger, and the sound was from the ring clashing with the sword.

Unfortunately, although the ring resembles one, it is not the ring worn by the person wearing it.

These rings are black—no, not exactly black, but at least the color is very dull.

A person who upholds the precepts? Aren't there only five people who uphold the precepts?

Is it possible that, in reality, there are five Four Heavenly Kings, and therefore six people who uphold the precepts?

"Not bad, no wonder you climbed up here yourself!"

"How about we see the diverse array of divine arts?" Bessie grinned maliciously, spreading her arms wide.

A series of complex circular formations appeared behind him, some of which were even stacked together due to lack of space.

Each circular formation is brewing a divine spell.

“Coincidentally, I suddenly have a lot of questions I want to ask,” Bray said.

"Ancient Sword School" "Quanjian"

Those dazzling circular formations were cleaved in two by a single sword strike. Apart from Bessie, the other four mysterious figures watched the battle unfold with indifference.

The battle was chaotic, but this chaos was mainly due to Bessie's divine magic.

Bray's fighting style was quite simple and straightforward.

In Bray's view, Bessie's abilities were somewhat familiar.

It's like that Beatrix who's always killing people.

However, wouldn't using the same ability lead to a repetitive character design?

At first, Bray even thought that this Bessie was Betley.

But as the battle intensified, the guy's hood was pulled up, revealing a ferocious face beneath it.

It's not ugly, but frankly, it's pretty average.

At this point, Bray praised Beatley, saying that although the guy looked a bit crazy, he was good-looking.

"..." Bray smoothly deflected all the attacks with a single sword, with no gaps between each movement.

Or rather, with Bessie's skill level, that opening was simply impossible to detect.

If it were someone with superior swordsmanship, they would probably be able to see the tiny, almost imperceptible gap in the middle.

As for those divine spells that seemed likely to cause trouble, Bray simply suppressed them.

In other words, despite his imposing manner, Bessie was actually completely overwhelmed by Bray.

However, it seems that Bessie was unaware of this.

"Hahaha! What's wrong? Why are you getting beaten up by me?"

“You have quite an ego,” Bray remarked.

Bray glanced at the four mysterious men beside him with considerable leisure.

One of them is the so-called Nalan.

“What is your relationship with Jonathan?” Bray asked.

"Huh? Jonathan, what's that?" Bessie's reaction was completely as if she didn't recognize Jonathan at all.

Bray sighed helplessly.

“Then let me ask one more question.” Bray took a step forward, stepping over the pile of special effects.

"What's the story with your ring?" His tone became a little serious.

There should only be five rings, because only the ten artisans entered the real world to create them.

How can you create a ring without entering the real world?

Or is this black ring a fake? No, maybe this is the last ring?

"A ring? You have good taste," Bessie exclaimed arrogantly.

"This is a ring that only the heroes who saved Kapras deserve!"

"The five of us are the saviors of you guys!"

“…” Bray listened to Bessie’s speech and was a little speechless.

That's a bit cringey, even more so than the red-scarfed brat in my own broadsword.

However, according to Bessie, besides this one, four other people also possessed rings.

The fight was raging on, but Naruko and Levy were completely oblivious.

They even felt that this was a normal part of daily life.

"Levy, I have a feeling that mohawk guy is courting death." Naruko, who was sitting on the side eating melon seeds, said to Levy while counting the artifacts they found.

“Brave is the strongest!” Levy nodded emphatically.

"Meow~" Fireball meowed casually, celebrating its time slacking off.

The balance of the battle tipped in Bray's favor from the very beginning.

Nabessie, oblivious to this, seemed to believe she had the upper hand.

He was speechless as well, unsure how to react to such a confident enemy.

"You're so confident I don't even know what to say..." Bray leaned closer to Bessie and said irritably.

Bray then struck Bessie with a sword, causing her to lose her balance and revealing a fatal opening.

"Boom!!!!!!!!!!" The dragon pattern flashed for a moment, and Bray, who had gained a brief burst of power, turned around and kicked the defenseless Bessie away.

"It's quite common for swordsmen to use kicks to compensate for close-quarters combat issues." Bray suddenly remembered someone saying this to him once.

I tried it out now and found that the kicking technique is really quite useful.

"Cough cough, what happened?" Bessie, who had been kicked away, was completely dumbfounded.

Shouldn't he have been in the lead all along? Why was he defeated so easily?

"Alright, Bessie, have you embarrassed yourself enough?" Nalan looked down at the defeated Bessie.

“We are strong, but that’s all we are at the moment,” Nalan continued.

“What we need is growth,” the woman said quietly.

Because of what Bessie said earlier, I paid extra attention to her accessories.

Sure enough, although they wore the rings in different places, all four mysterious people had rings on them.

"We've wasted too much time, let's go up."

This tower is not merely a relic of angels; it also conceals a deeper secret.

“Wait a minute,” Bray said, frowning.

Bray not only made sure the other person left as if nothing had happened after being picked on, but he also managed to make them leave without any trouble.

"Where did you get your rings?"

"A ring?" Nalan looked at Bray, then silently extended his left hand.

He wore a dull, almost grayish-black ring on the little finger of his left hand.

"Are you referring to the proof of our vows as monks?" Nalan asked calmly, somewhat surprised himself.

I never expected Bray to notice the ring, let alone know about it.

"Now that you know about the ring, don't get in our way. Go ahead and enjoy your adventure." Nalan's tone wasn't as arrogant as Bessie's, but there was a hint of command in it.

“There is only one source for the ring, and that is ‘fate’.” After Nalan finished speaking, he had the largest mysterious man beside him drag Bessie away.

Bray took a step forward, intending to stop the other person, but his movement froze.

He didn't stop because of those five people, of course, but because of another threat.

A smiling man, dressed as a soldier without medals, suddenly appeared on this floor.

The timing was perfect, and the location was just right.

It was as if it were proceeding according to a script.

Bessie provokes, Bray retaliates, the mysterious man leaves, and finally—

Marek made a grand finale appearance.