A dull longsword and a heartbroken villager

Sparks flew and hit the two of them.

“You have no right to take away our right to keep trying,” Black King said in a hoarse voice.

Two swords pressed down on Bai Mian, and his will, a mixture of many personalities, also pressed down on Bai Mian.

Even with such pressure, Hakumyo, wielding the sword with one hand, remained remarkably steady.

"If you want to keep struggling, let me see just how far you can go."

"Black Emperor." The white-faced man's voice was muffled by the helmet.

But Black King heard it very clearly.

"A test?"

“But you don’t actually have much right to test us,” the Black Emperor said quietly.

This time, Bai Mian paused for a moment.

Whether it's the Black Emperor or the White Face, they are both losers.

Therefore, it doesn't make sense for anyone to be testing anyone else.

"Struggling on is the only thing we can do." Black Emperor suddenly flung away White Face's sword.

"And it's the thing I want to do most."

In the desert, there is no echo.

All sounds will disappear in the process of spreading.

Apart from the sound of the wind, no other sound could be described as clear.

This desert should have remained steadfast and immovable.

However, when watching Black Emperor and White Face fight, one always feels that the two who remain truly unmoved are the ones actually fighting.

The desert was simply rotating around the two of them.

"But after struggling all this time, this is all you've got," White Face said coldly.

"What else can you see besides the predetermined ending?"

"I can't see anything."

Nothing will change, and no matter how much we expect, nothing will change.

The ending is still the same, only the process has changed slightly.

"White Face, you can't see anything anymore," Black Emperor said expressionlessly.

The cunning Bai Mian can no longer see anything.

They can't see the possibilities for others, nor can they see any hope.

Time and spacetime stood still for a moment.

But even in this frozen moment, Black Emperor and White Face are still moving.

"I told you, the concept of the Wild God is useless to me," the Black Emperor said in a deep voice, his sword not slowing down in the slightest.

"I know," Bai Mian replied calmly.

They appeared to be having an ordinary conversation, but in reality, they were engaged in a battle involving countless things.

"Consider it entertainment, Black Emperor." The white-faced man's sword sliced ​​the Black Emperor in half at the waist.

"Leisurely and refined, huh..." Black Emperor's two swords also shattered White Face's armor and sliced ​​open his shoulder.

Neither of them backed down during the clash of their swords.

Even knowing they would suffer heavy harm, they did not back down an inch.

Neither side even considered "avoiding" the issue.

With a mournful cry from a fox, the blood droplet froze in mid-air, unable to fall for a long time.

Whiteface wiped out the remnants of Heavenly Fox Tear from Black Emperor's body with a single sword strike.

Any regeneration or resurrection would be meaningless under Bai Mian's sword.

Everything has a weakness; as long as you find the weakness, you can kill it.

Even the concept of "regeneration" or "resurrection" itself can be demonstrated to you.

But at the last moment, the Black Emperor still squeezed out the last of the Heavenly Fox Tear's potential, in exchange for a life.

However, this time it wasn't the white side that had the upper hand.

After the white-faced armor shattered, it was almost cut down by the Black Emperor's two swords.

As a god of the wilderness, he possessed a physical resilience surpassing that of the Black Emperor, which is why he survived.

The wind picked up again, and the frozen time and space returned to normal.

Blood fell from mid-air like a fine rain.

"It's been a long time since I've bled this much." Bai Mian was in a daze.

How long has he been a god of war?

It must have been a long time. He abandoned his name, abandoned his identity as a human being, and ultimately became a monster.

He has lived for far too long as a monster.

His armor was just ordinary armor, without much defensive power.

But it's also very cheap; if it breaks, it's fine, and the white flour won't feel too bad.

This isn't the first time Whiteface has fought other Brays; in previous timelines, he did the same thing.

To be honest, the white-faced one is a monster, and when a monster fights a human, the outcome is obvious at a glance.

It doesn't cause a paradox if Whiteface fights other mines, or even kills them.

Because the space-time of restarting here is different from what most people imagine.

This is not a parallel universe.

The past timelines don't just disappear into thin air; they all become history.

Bray in the new timeline is a new version of himself, not a parallel version.

"Yes, this is the first time I've seen you look so disheveled," the Black Emperor said with deep emotion, his right eye lowered.

The Black Emperor, who possesses countless memories, has never seen the White Face so disheveled before.

Through their shared perception, the two could see each other's state clearly.

No one is better than anyone else.

For some reason, Bai Mian felt quite gratified.

It turns out you don't have to be a monster to be that strong.

Although the Black Emperor is considered insane, he is still much better than a monster.

He was just a monster who appeared to still have some sense, but he knew that his sense of reason could crumble at any moment.

However, the Black Emperor could not appear ahead of time—

The Black Emperor's birth was predicated on countless Brays experiencing despair.

It can be said that Black King is the embodiment of all the despair of Blakeras.

Without failure, there would be no memories to inherit, and such a powerful madman could not exist.

The next second, a strange roar rang out, and the white-faced armor seemed to come alive.

The shattered helmet resembled the gaping maw of a wild beast, ready to devour Bai Mian.

In just a few breaths, the white swordsman was transformed into a pure white monster.

Black Emperor slowly opened his eyes, and a wave of pressure swept over White Face.

The white face gradually faded away under this oppressive force.

In the end, the white swordsman was still the same white swordsman.

“You don’t need to help me.” White Face was surprised by Black Emperor’s actions.

He wasn't so fragile that he would be swallowed up by the Honkai, and the Black Emperor should have been able to see that too.

"Just doing it as a matter of convenience."

"I just don't want to see another version of myself in such a sorry state," the Black Emperor said. A strange bird covered in azure feathers circled high in the sky.

He, or she, may be the sole witness to this battle.

The lark just watched silently.

It's not good for either of them to win.

For Hibari, this battle should never have started.

Unfortunately, this battle, which concerns the entire spacetime, began far too early.

Once he sees the end of the Black Emperor, Whiteface will definitely restart time.

Black King couldn't allow the result of his long struggle to be negated by others.

This battle was almost inevitable.

Both Black Emperor and White Face seemed to have anticipated this.

On the vast desert, the two demonstrated countless sword techniques.

There are sword techniques that can be respected as orthodox, and there are also strange sword techniques that others may call unorthodox or heretical.

With the sword in their hands, it seemed to be more than just a "sword".

A sword can be any weapon.

It resembles a spear, an axe blade, and a whip.

The battle may not seem particularly thrilling, but it would be worthwhile if someone felt they were capable of participating in it.

He will be killed in an instant.

The swords of the Black Emperor and the White Face are so deadly that even demigods die upon contact with them.

Perhaps only those of the golden race can be unafraid of the swords held in the hands of two people.

"Ding--"

Gradually, all that remained in my ears was the sound of swords clashing together.

The whole world seemed to have disappeared.

Even when they were in a state of mental focus, the two of them completely ignored everything else.

They were searching for each other's weaknesses.

Any flaw can become a fatal weakness.

Life and death are separated by a mere hair's breadth.

But no matter who it was, their blood didn't boil, and there wasn't a trace of passion in their chests.

Calm and indifferent, like a lake that has been stagnant for millennia.

What drove the two to fight was neither a sense of mission nor a sense of honor.

They appear to be at odds, yet they share a common goal.

Changing the unchanging ending.

I've seen this kind of ending far too many times.

Even if it's not for the whole world, or for the people around him, anyone named "Blakeras" would try to change this outcome.

Perhaps, this is all for his own benefit.

"Crack—" The white-faced man's armor was smashed by the sword hilt.

Old fragments of armor fell to the ground and were instantly buried by sandstorms.

“You know perfectly well that this is a dead end,” White Face said.