An invincible journey starting from a different race

Stank rushed forward!

Let's fencing!

The fallen ones are down there!

……

Bruce felt a slight movement in his heart as he looked at the human female swordsman in front of him, who looked a little weak and disheveled, but still couldn't stop his heroic spirit.

He could no longer remember why he appeared in such a place. In his vague memory, he seemed to have come here to hunt a group of snow monsters.

Then he saw the human female swordsman being besieged by snow monsters.

He had never seen such a female swordsman before, especially the black sword in the female swordsman's hand, which was really attractive.

After Bruce arrived, the snow monsters screamed and left. Although no one knew why, the crisis was resolved.

This is what Bruce originally thought, he wanted to pull the injured female swordsman up.

But just as he took a step, he found that the female swordsman was already looking at him, but the emotion in her eyes forced Bruce to stop.

What kind of look is that?

It was not the joy of surviving the disaster, nor was it the surprise of meeting colleagues in such a place.

But it's a kind of... fighting spirit.

Yes, what Bruce read in her eyes was the will to fight.

This shocked Bruce.

why?

Wasn't the intense battle just now enough to dampen the fighting spirit in her heart?

And why did she want to turn her fighting spirit towards me?

Bruce didn't understand, but it was only a momentary misunderstanding, and he soon understood.

There aren't so many whys and whys between swordsmen.

Isn't it the goal of a swordsman to completely defeat his opponent at all times? Especially when encountering a fellow warrior, that surging fighting spirit is simply unstoppable!

Bruce's sword was also shaking slightly, making a buzzing sound in the extremely cold snow, as if responding to the opponent's provocation.

For a so-called swordsman, the best way to communicate is to fight.

Bruce also slowly placed his hand on the hilt of his sword. Since the other party wanted to fight, he would fight.

Let's talk about other things after we have completely knocked the other person down.

The so-called swordsman is the kind of person who must distinguish between high and low, and between superior and inferior.

At this moment, Bruce and the human female swordsman in front of him, whom he had never met but seemed somewhat familiar with, reached a consensus.

Fencing, fencing, and more fencing!

The moment their eyes exchanged, both sides understood what the other meant.

Then, the battle is about to break out.

The human female swordsman rushed forward first, showing no sign of fatigue from having just experienced a great battle.

Facing the aggressive human female swordsman, Bruce drew his sword without fear.

Come on, at times like this, we should believe...

The narrow road meets the brave to win!

……

The battle was extremely fierce.

No one wanted to be the loser, so both of them used their best skills.

The swords were constantly colliding and intertwining.

White snow splashed everywhere.

The offensive and defensive momentum switches back and forth!

Whenever one side has a certain advantage, the other side will immediately catch up and counterattack with a more fierce offensive.

Neither of them... wants to lose.

Once you lose, it means you will be pinned down by your opponent, which is a huge insult to a swordsman!

So they both gave their all.

But with full strength against full strength, and the difference in strength between the two being not much, the consumption would naturally be huge.

Soon, both of them felt that the sword was damaged.

They are all among the best swordsmen in the world, able to become one with their swords, so they can clearly feel that their swords have begun to become a little weak after experiencing such an intense and long battle.

Not only was I weak, but I also felt a little painful.

But they still did not give up, because they knew that the opponent's condition would definitely not be much better than theirs.

At this time, it depends on who can persevere longer.

Stank is looking at Grizzly Bear Lady.

Bruce was looking at the human swordswoman.

Both knew that the other would not give up.

In that case, then I have no choice but to...

"Ah ah ah ah..."

"Hmph...ahhhh..."

Let out a war cry and attack at the same time.

The swords intertwined again.

It was unknown how much time had passed, but both of them had reached their limits and could no longer swing their swords against each other.

They half-knelt facing each other, looking breathlessly at each other and the other's scarred sword that seemed to have become weak.

At this time, the fighting spirit between the two had dissipated a lot, and was replaced by appreciation.

Appreciation for each other and their swords.

"You fought well." Grizzly Mother said softly.

"Same to you." The human female swordsman nodded slightly in greeting.

The two looked at each other, and then smiled conciliatoryly at the same time.

"It seems that there is no way to tell who is better among us." Grizzly Mother said with a chuckle.

"Yes, neither of us has the ability to pin the other down." The human female swordsman sighed softly.

"So, let's reconcile." The grizzly bear lady extended her hand towards the human female swordsman.

The human swordswoman was about to reach out her hand in response, but stopped halfway.

"What's wrong?" asked the grizzly bear mother.

"I think a handshake isn't in keeping with the swordsman's style," the human female swordsman said seriously. "We're swordsmen. Even if we want to reconcile, we shouldn't make such a weak gesture."

"what do you mean……"

"Let's hold each other's swords." The human female swordsman chuckled. "This is the best way to recognize and respect each other."

The grizzly bear girl was slightly stunned, and facing the sincere gaze of the human female swordsman, she chuckled.

"Yes, you are right. This behavior is more in line with the style of a swordsman. I approve of you." The grizzly bear girl stretched out her hand again, but this time her target was not the hand of the human female swordsman, but the sword of the human female swordsman. "Let me see your sword!"

The human swordswoman nodded slightly, then reached out her hand toward the grizzly bear's sword: "Me too."

Both of their hands grasped each other's swords at the same time.

The grizzly bear mother looked at the sword of the human female swordsman and praised: "Your sword is small but powerful. It is really a good sword!"

The human female swordsman also said: "Your sword is rough yet sharp. It is also a good sword."

The two praised each other, and then at the same time felt a sense of comfort spreading from the bottom to the top of their bodies.

This feeling should be the feeling of meeting a close friend.

Both of them had the same idea in their minds.

In this life, if I can meet a confidant like him, even if it is only once, I will be satisfied.

The two looked at each other and smiled at each other again.

"I haven't asked yet, what's your name?" asked the Grizzly Bear Mother.

"My name is Stank," the human swordswoman replied refreshingly. "What about you?"

"Ah, my name is Bruce." The grizzly bear mother responded with the same smile.

"Bruz..."

"Stank..."

This name does sound familiar.

And...why doesn't it sound like a woman's name?

Just when the two were confused, a snap of fingers sounded in their ears, accompanied by a voice of "Solution".

The vision of both of them began to blur and change.

In Stank's eyes, the Grizzly Bear Lady had lost her elegance and returned to her rough and familiar...dog-head face.

In Bruce's eyes, the human female swordsman no longer had that heroic look, and turned back into the decadent uncle face he had seen countless times.

"Bruz?"

"Stank?"

The two were slightly stunned and had not yet reacted to what was happening.

But they felt that they were holding something in each other's hands.

So the two of them lowered their heads at the same time.

then……

The screams echoed throughout the canyon.

What's the problem between brothers and brothers' brothers?

For a long time, neither Stank nor Brutz spoke.

They sat in the snow, heads down, smoking, their movements remarkably coordinated, as if they were old friends... and in fact, they were indeed old friends.

The only problem is that the distance between the two of them is indeed quite far.

At least ten meters apart.

This made Kolim, who was standing in the center, feel a little helpless.

"Well, Stank, Bruce, don't overthink it." Kolim tried to comfort them. "You're just cursed and your minds are affected. Uh, what did Aesop say just now? Oh, it affects your cognition, so it's normal to do some extraordinary things. And yours isn't that extraordinary, you're not hurt at all. Compared to those others who were seduced by the Snow Woman, you're doing pretty well."

As he spoke, Kelim gave both of them a thumbs up, then showed his snow-white teeth and praised them.

"I admire you all so much. You truly are the most powerful swordsmen and warriors I've ever met! I, Kelim, would like to call you the strongest! I also believe that you won't be defeated by such bizarre setbacks!"

It's just a bunch of awkward boasting, no matter how awkward it is.

But after blowing, Stank and Bruce didn't react at all. The cigarettes in their mouths were almost burning their lips, but they still didn't say a word, as if they didn't hear anything.

This made Kelim, who was standing there posing, feel like a fool.

"Aesop, Aesop!" Kelim lowered his voice and said to Aesop who was standing behind him watching the show, "Don't just watch! Do something!"

Oh my god! At this time, Lim really didn't want to ask Aesop for help with this matter, but there was no other way. He really had no other choice but to put his hope on Aesop.

"Say something!"

Aesop scratched his head and asked, "What should I say?"