A dull longsword and a heartbroken villager

The force was so great that even if one's own body were torn apart, it would be extremely painful.

Moreover, Redip's condition is already extremely poor, and he may even turn into a monster at any moment.

Bray's lifeless right eye met Redip's gaze.

As Bray had predicted, Redip's eyes recovered after collapsing, but soon collapsed again.

His consciousness was constantly blurring, as if he was about to be completely swallowed up by something.

I tried to stay awake, but I was powerless to do so.

Redip's condition wouldn't have deteriorated so quickly, and it might not have even been abnormal at all.

But the powder from the Mathematical Society exacerbated his breakdown.

"Aa ...

He had to maintain a last shred of clarity; he had to retain the last vestiges of humanity.

It would be easier to give up, but he can't give up.

That roar was the sound of his most painful struggle.

"go back..."

“Go back to where you are…” Redip whispered, as if he were talking to someone.

"..." He was sweating profusely, and veins were bulging all over his body.

He was fighting against an unseen entity, an entity that was destined to be defeated.

Even if he couldn't stop his own breakdown, even if he couldn't resist his instincts, he didn't want to become a ferocious beast and destroy everything.

He refused to roar like a beast in front of that girl, refused to utter a hateful howl in front of that girl.

The scales on that left arm, which resembled a ferocious sea beast, began to fall off little by little, and the knotted muscles began to atrophy.

The grotesque anomaly was forcibly suppressed.

"..." The fisherman took a deep breath, moved his slightly clumsy left hand, and sweat dripped down his chin.

Although his left arm is still not quite the same as a normal person's, at least the size and other aspects have recovered.

The lines on my arms have changed; they are no longer like cracks in ice, dark blue rhombuses, but more like a pattern of scales.

Bray watched quietly, sword in hand, but did not make a move, waiting for the fisherman to speak.

He had seen several wild gods, all of whom were completely broken, ferocious and violent.

This was the first time that Kebrey had seen an Aragami that forced him to calm down.

While this won't do anything to delay the collapse, it has a lot of implications.

At least one of the reasons is that this guy deserves respect.

Everyone can be respected, regardless of their status.

An emperor can be respected, and so can a fisherman.

“Let’s continue,” Redip said, panting, his dead fish eyes widening further.

His eyes and pupils were covered with dense cracks, giving the impression that he was about to go blind at any moment.

"Okay, right?" Bray's right eye was as still as water, without a ripple.

He had put aside all distractions and was determined to use all his strength to deal with Redip; he could not hold back any effort.

Moreover, he wasn't so confident that he could leave himself any room for maneuver in this battle.

"Alright." Redip won't attack first; his resistance is instinctive. His real goal is to get Bray to kill him.

Instead of killing Bray himself.

After he finished speaking, the battle resumed.

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Meanwhile, Dove, standing far away, had long since sat helplessly on the ground, weeping as a bystander watching this battle.

She saw it, she saw Redip's efforts... and she also saw Bray's all-out effort.

The clearer he saw it, the more sorrowful Dove's heart became.

But she also understood why Bray had brought her here, and she understood that Redip needed a release.

"Please...do your best...Mr. Bray," Doffin murmured almost inaudibly, now praying for Bray's victory, not Redip's. The battleground was this "seabed" where there was no seawater.

The battle took place in the vast area surrounding the shipwreck.

There was no other spectator besides Dove.

Ten thousand square meters sounds like a very large area.

However, upon closer inspection, this 10,000 square meters is only 100 meters long and 100 meters wide.

For the two people fighting, that hundred-meter distance was incredibly narrow.

If Bray wanted, the sword strike could even extend beyond the battlefield.

Redip could destroy this space at will if he wanted to.

Ripples spread across the water, and fish swam outside.

Colorful marine life adorns the battlefield like decorations outside the water curtain.

If this weren't a battle, if everyone were here for leisure, how beautiful this scenery would be.

Unfortunately, what is unfolding now is a brutal battle in which some people are bound to die.

It's not a friendly sparring match, nor a heart-wrenching story of fists exchanging blows, but a brutal fight where every strike is aimed at the opponent's life.

Bray, who had been holding the longsword in his right hand, had somehow moved it to his left.

The greatsword, which was originally sheathed, is now stained with the blood of the Aragami.

"Looks like your blood is still red," Bray said in a slightly tired voice, soaking wet.

Getting wet affects movement to some extent, with the biggest impact being that each movement requires more physical exertion.

Even if you stripped naked, it wouldn't make a difference. Standing under a waterfall is tiring enough, let alone fighting in Redip, where you can use seawater.

That's even more physically demanding than practicing under a waterfall.

The blood flowing from Bray's body didn't even clot; it mixed with the water on his body and then flowed to other places.

“Just like your blood… it’s red too.” Redip raised his previously mutated left arm and said with emotion.

Blood kept flowing from the arm covered in dark blue diamond patterns.

Part of her sharp fingernails was also broken off.

The blood was bright red, not a strange blue, nor a terrifying black.

It was perfectly normal, so normal that Redup inexplicably felt a sense of relief.

Perhaps now, any detail can evoke a sense of感慨 (gǎnkǎi, a feeling of deep emotion or reflection) from Redip.

He blocked Bray's sword time and time again.

But eventually, there will be times when it can't be stopped.

The opponent's sword was too strong. Even though my body instinctively mobilized some power to resist, my defense was still breached.

The not-so-sharp longsword cut a deep gash in Redip's left arm, from which blood flowed.

It hurts a lot; the excruciating pain keeps stimulating my nerves.

But this is exactly how he expected things to unfold.

Defeated, killed by hand, ending this broken life.

Bray and Redip each said only one sentence.

This isn't the first time the two sides have had such a brief exchange.

In this life-or-death struggle, someone will occasionally speak up.

Occasionally, the other party will reply with a single sentence.

Then, as soon as he finished speaking, Bray launched a swift and decisive attack, followed by Redip's counterattack.

"Whoosh!!!!!!!!!!" Accompanied by a loud noise like a dam releasing floodwaters.

A giant formed by the convergence of ocean currents crawled in from outside the water curtain.

Its enormous size was larger than any of the shipwrecks in front of it.

The giant's face was like that of a demon, ferocious yet majestic, making it clear at a glance how powerful the giant was.

There was no roar, yet its mere presence was awe-inspiring.

"BOOM!!! ...

Bray, who had not yet taken a full step, had to raise his twin swords to block a blow from the sea giant.

The invisible flow of water is now harder than steel.

The broadsword held in front of him could not withstand the sea giant's iron fist and shattered into countless fragments in an instant.

After the sea giant's fist unleashed its initial power, it seeped through the gaps in the wreckage's defenses, just like ordinary seawater, and impacted his body.

Bray backed away little by little, his feet carving two furrows into the ground.

"Cough cough..." Bray coughed up some water, and his right eye was a little red.

He was utterly disheveled by the water, his eye patch was washed away and fell to the side, revealing his prosthetic eye, which looked like shattered crystal.

There was very little bleeding during the fight with Redip.

However, the bone injuries and physical exhaustion are on a completely different level compared to other battles.

If he could, Bray would like to lie down and rest right now.

But he can't.

"BOOM!!!!!!!!!!" A thunderous sound suddenly rang out.

The giant was certainly not a expendable object that could only throw one punch. After Bray survived that punch, he immediately followed up the next day.

The powerful wind pressure from the punch caused the small stones on the ground to tumble and roll.

Amidst this gust of wind, alongside the Shanghai Giant's fist, was Redip himself.

Redip swung his right hand, and the Sea Giant swung his right hand as well.

The sea giant's movements seem to mirror Redip's, but there are subtle differences.

At least the directions of the attacks were completely different.

Ordinary, apart from those strange patterns, there is nothing different about this arm and fist compared to a normal person.

But Bray didn't want to experience firsthand the fist that had once shattered the Silver-class armor.

Bray dodged two punches coming from different directions with a simple roll.

The two iron fists, one large and one small, landed on the air.

But the sound of the air exploding was enough to send chills down your spine.

If Bray had taken one of those punches squarely, he might have ended up scattered on the ground like a snowman that had been smashed to pieces.

"Hoo—" With a long breath, Bray managed to recover some of his strength.

The liquid dripping from his forehead was indistinguishable from water, sweat, or blood.

"Splash—splash—" One after another, the sound of rushing water rang out.

One after another, sea giants crawled out from the water curtain.

A single sea giant is capable of destroying an entire team of Black Iron-class high-level adventurers who are proud of their achievements.

Now, the five sea giants are connected to the water curtain, facing the mine, radiating an oppressive aura.

They are not living beings, yet they possess a more terrifying oppressive force than living beings.

There was no murderous intent, no emotion, and his fierce expression remained unchanged.

Redip, the creator of these sea giants, stood less than half a meter away from Bray, unleashing his power in the simplest way.