A dull longsword and a heartbroken villager

Bray wasn't someone who paid particular attention to weapons, and he rarely bothered to identify them.

Of all the weapons I've seen before, the one I'm most familiar with is probably Carrasco's "Van Carrera".

Of course, this gun is remembered.

One person, relying solely on this one gun, killed countless advanced species—

Bray simply couldn't help but be impressed.

"Clang—" The sound of a sword being drawn rang out.

The cracks spread from the road surface all the way to the wall.

Gulid's right hand, which was holding the gun, was cleaved open by a sword, and beneath the splattered blood was Bray's lifeless right eye.

However, at the critical moment, Gullid switched the gun to his left hand and fired a shot at the head of the embankment.

Unfortunately, Bray had more than one sword.

The broad blade of the "Black Key" blocked the bullet that could have pierced through everything.

However, as a price, the sword was shattered by a bullet.

"Greed!" Tristia, who was half-crouched on the high-altitude "power line," called out anxiously.

Those "electric wires" are cables that transport the city's magic, and they are almost everywhere in the entire southern city.

"Shoot an arrow." Even with one hand cut off, Gurid remained calm.

"Understood." Upon hearing Gurid's cold command, Tristie also cast aside any extraneous thoughts and fired an arrow at Bray, who was struggling to adjust his posture.

Unfortunately, this "difficulty in adjusting posture" applies to the average person.

"Clang!" The arrow pierced the ground several inches deep, but failed to harm the mine.

However, a group attack does not mean that the attackers swarm in all at once, but rather that they come in waves, one after another, like the tide.

For example, after Bray dodges the arrow, he immediately faces Laurentina.

The petite Laurentina burst forth with astonishing speed, and without weapons, her most lethal attack methods were her fists and feet.

Laurentina's attacks were as fast as a hummingbird's flapping wings, and even Bray could barely keep up.

Bray relies entirely on anticipation to cancel out several of his opponent's moves with a single action; otherwise, Bray wouldn't be able to defeat Laurentina based solely on reaction time.

Of course, he didn't intend to be unilaterally humiliated; he would strike back with a few swords whenever Laurentina's attacks were interrupted.

However, the little girl's physical resilience is extraordinary. If Bray doesn't attack with all his might, he probably won't be able to break through her defense.

In just a few breaths, the expressionless Bray and Laurentina had already exchanged attacks and defenses countless times.

A series of explosions echoed through the air.

However, this fierce offensive and defensive battle must eventually come to an end.

No matter how strong Laurentina's defense is, as long as Bray finds her biggest opening, he can still force her to retreat without killing her.

Therefore, Laurentina will be the loser.

"Hat!" Laurentina, who had been sent flying by Bray's sword, clutched her hat tightly in mid-air and muttered nervously.

After she caught her hat, which had almost flown off, she plopped down on the ground and stared blankly at Bray.

After defeating Laurentina, Bray's right eye did not show any relief.

With a flick of the wrist, the blade instantly adjusts to the correct angle.

"I'm all better now, how about you?" Gurid said with a smirk, moving his right hand, which had recovered.

Only a minute had passed between Bray dodging Tristey's attack and repelling Laurentina.

However, Gulid has fully recovered.

“Did I not cut deep enough?” Bray said to Gureed, swinging his longsword.

"Yes, you should have been more ruthless and split me in two."

“Let’s do it this way next time,” Bray said.

Anyway, Bray wasn't surprised, after all, he had killed Gureed countless times before finally getting rid of him.

But honestly, Gurid is much harder to kill than before.

“Until then, I plan to make it a one-on-one situation.” Bray raised his hand to the hilt of his unbladed sword.

The jet-black broadsword was shattered into pieces by a bullet from Gurid and has not yet been restored.

Is it irreversible? Of course not.

In battle, although you don't need to use your brain much, using it occasionally can save you a lot of trouble.

The scattered fragments of the sword seemed to be summoned by something, transforming into countless black crows returning to their "nest".

"What?" Tristy stared in astonishment at the fragments hurtling towards her.

The phrase "pity the fairer sex" is often not in Bulei's dictionary.

The shards of the sword struck Tristy, but strangely caused blunt force trauma.

The powerful impact knocked her off the cable, leaving her in a near-comatose state.

Tristy let go of the bow weakly, and it fell to the side. Now she could only barely support herself with her left hand to keep from falling.

As for Laurentina, she ran after the hat that had been knocked far away by Bray.

“…” Goodeid glanced at Tristia and Laurentina.

To be honest, I was a little speechless that the other side had "dismissed" two of my combatants just like that.

“But seriously, it’s amazing you didn’t drive Laurentina away.” Bray said to Gureed, twirling his restored black broadsword.

"Why would I drive away combat power that I can utilize?" Gurid sneered.

"Is this what you mean by one-on-one?"

“Yes, I hate gang fights,” Bray said, then bent down and charged at Gureed.

"It's really unfortunate, I really like to overwhelm others with numbers and combat power." Gurid has always felt that if you can easily defeat an enemy, then of course you should use the simplest method.

Chivalry, fair fighting—all of this was laughable to Greed.

"But it seems that this won't work for you."

Well, if forced into a one-on-one fight, Greed certainly wouldn't run away.

Shatter, you hypocritical reality.

"Crack—" The world instantly turned into a deep blue hue, as if it had cracked like glass.

Once the scenery faded, dozens of blood-red daggers flew toward Bray in front of him.

It was like a rain of daggers.

Faced with the rain, Bray chose to raise his twin swords, maintain a forward-leaning posture, and rotate at an angle.

"Wind God Style" "Reverse Storm"

Using the wind to disperse this rain of daggers is also a good idea.

"Are you in a hurry? I can already sense that the Aragami has already started fighting with certain people." Gurid exuded madness, a stark contrast to his calm demeanor just minutes before.

"Not bad," Bray replied casually.

It's a real shame that Bray couldn't sense that the Aragami were fighting.

Bray could only sense the presence of the Aragami.

But since that's what Goode said, let's accept it as such.

"Anyway, with you blocking my way, I can't get through." Bray said, lunging forward and cleaving Gureed in two with a single sword strike.

Just as I had agreed with Gureed, I was to split him in two.

“One life.” Bray began counting.

Blood splattered in the air, blurring Bray's vision.

"Hahahahahahahahaha!!! One life, is that it?" Gurid laughed loudly, having already fully recovered not far away.

You'd better count carefully.

“I have many chances to be resurrected, but you only have one life,” Goodreed said arrogantly to Bray, tapping his head with his gun.

“I know even if you don’t say it.” Bray wiped the blood from the side of his face.

Before he died, Gureed shot himself.

If Bray hadn't reacted in time, he would have been shot in the head.

Even though he reacted quickly, the shot that hit him right in the face still grazed Bray. After wiping the blood off his face, Bray cleared his mind of all distractions and focused on his opponent's every move.

Gullid cocked his gun, and Bray gripped the hilt tightly.

Gullid took a step, and Bray got into position.

"Ahem..." Trittis coughed from the side.

The cough wasn't intentional on Tritice's part; it was simply because her injury was too severe.

However, it was this cough that became the whistle for Bray and Gullid to start fighting again.

The city streetscape was distorted.

The surrounding scenery suddenly became eerie, as if two paintings had been pieced together.

On one side are desolate deserts and fortresses, and on the other side are dimly lit night streets.

A cool breeze blew from the desert to the street.

"Wait for the dawn, the unyielding fortress" ("Light up the streets of the losers")

Amidst the interplay of scenery, the figures of the two flicker.

"Clang—" Sparks flew as Bray's two swords pressed down on Gureed's gun.

"Do you find it unbelievable?" Gureed, who had blocked two of Bray's swords with just a gun, looked at Bray with eyes like a viper.

"..." Bray was indeed surprised, but he didn't respond to the thief.

He simply pressed down on the sword without saying a word, not giving his opponent any chance to escape.

Gurid felt the power emanating from the gun, and his maniacal laughter gradually subsided.

"Tch." In the end, Gulid had no choice but to sheathe his gun and retreat several meters.

"Boom!!!!" After he left, the spot where he stood was marked with intersecting sword marks by two swords.

Due to the unique characteristics of the Goody's mental world, firearms are the most advantageous weapons.

However, it seems that Bray is making up for the gap with his skills.

Gurid stepped back a few paces and fired a bullet before disappearing into the darkness.

The bullet pierced Bray's thigh without any resistance.

Despite Bray's full concentration, he was still hit by the shot.

"Be careful, didn't I warn you—"

"You only have one life."

As soon as he finished speaking, Gurid merged completely into the darkness, as if he had vanished abruptly.

"Phew." Bray exhaled a breath of stale air and stood up, enduring the pain.

The injury is still somewhat acceptable.

As long as you go to a doctor to treat the wound and get the priest's medicine, you will recover.

Of course, Bray doesn't have the same convenience as someone like Gureed who has a high-speed recovery ability.

Any injury, no matter how small, would severely impact Bray's combat effectiveness.

Despite Bray's effortless ability to dodge and block attacks, he knows full well that if he fails to evade them, he will be injured.

His body wasn't monstrously strong, nor was his internal energy powerful enough to be used for defense.

“First, I’ll cut you down with my sword again,” Bray murmured, closing his right eye.