A dull longsword and a heartbroken villager

Therefore, theoretically, Bray is still much weaker than the Black Swordsman.

Bray touched his blindfold; his only skill was "Basic Swordsmanship lv1".

However, through constant swordplay with the black-clad swordsman, he continuously mastered new sword techniques.

Each of the Black Swordsman's sword strikes contains the shadow of a particular swordsmanship, making him an encyclopedia of swordsmanship in himself.

Relying on his current level of skill, Bray is constantly learning and mastering the swordsmanship of the Black Swordsman.

However, since it was all based on imitation without practice, his swordsmanship level was not very high.

In that case, you won't get excited at all when you learn a new move. In the end, it might not be the Black Swordsman who dies, but yourself.

"Realize yourself..."

Bray shrugged and gripped the "Final Remark." A resignation to death—

This is the awareness that the Black Swordsman spoke of, the awareness that Bray needs to have.

In the "battle of life and death," either Bray dies or the Black Swordsman perishes.

There is no other ending.

However, Bray was actually quite helpless, after all, who would have thought he would be tricked like this?

"Hoo—" Bray let out a heavy breath, his eyes sharpening.

The sword emitted a clear ringing sound, which lingered in everyone's ears.

To be honest, Bray doesn't have a way of fully controlling his current strength.

The fact that it could withstand so many moves just now makes me have to praise the hardness of its "final impact".

“I’m so sorry to have to sell you.” Bray ran his left hand along the back of the sword, his right eye fixed on the figure of the black-clad swordsman.

As soon as he finished speaking, Bray's figure suddenly disappeared from the spot.

“ding—”

Suddenly, the crisp sound of metal clashing rang out again in the arena.

The battle between the two began again silently.

After a single clash, the swords fell silent.

After a second of silence, the clanging of metal began to fill the air.

Nisha stared intently at the battle, her mind filled with astonishment.

So fast... even Nisha's eyesight couldn't keep up.

By the time a spark flew, Bray and the black-clad swordsman had already exchanged blows more than a hundred times.

The aftershocks of the sword sliced ​​through the surrounding bricks and walls.

Even standing against the wall, Nisha could feel the oppressive atmosphere coming from the front.

Bray's right eye was completely calm; there was no excitement, no fear, no hope.

The sword in his hand was being wielded without pause for a moment.

At first glance, the two seemed to be simply using their speed to rapidly clash.

But being at the center of the berserk greatsword's attack, Bray knew very well that behind this lightning-fast movement lay countless sword techniques.

Each seemingly casual sword strike represents a different school of swordsmanship.

Although he was using a greatsword, Bray saw glimpses of a rapier, a dagger, and a spear...

Bray's adventurer's coat was torn by the wind of the sword, revealing his not-so-muscular upper body.

It's unclear when it started, but Bray's body was covered in sword wounds of varying depths, and blood was flowing from them.

As the battle intensified, Bray's injuries worsened.

Even now, no one has been able to read panic in Bray's eyes.

But... I didn't see any confidence either.

"Why would I agree to something like this?"

"Continuing like this might lead to death."

"But why don't I feel any regret now?"

If it were the heroes, they'd probably be thinking things like, "Ah, I absolutely have to fulfill his wish," "Ah, I absolutely can't lose," or "Ah, I still have people to protect..."

However, Bray felt no sense of mission or fighting spirit whatsoever.

I just felt a sense of doubt about my own heart.

Bray was still using the sword techniques he had learned from the Black Swordsman, trying to teach him a lesson he had learned in front of him.

Even though the Dark Swordsman used his remaining will to begin circulating knowledge to Bray, he still couldn't stop Bray's gradual decline.

From the center of the arena, the fight moved to the edge, and then returned to the center for another fierce battle.

In this dark and sunless arena, no one knew how long the battle lasted, and probably no one cared how much time had passed.

The more intense the battle became, the more exaggerated the fighting scenes became.

The arena's space was cut open with crack after crack, and the gaps were filled with terrifying dangers.

All of this was caused by the black swordsman's strikes, damage inflicted by "concepts".

"Concept," a power that should not be wielded by lower species, burst forth in the hands of the black swordsman.

A "concept" is often a word or a phrase.

Mastering a concept means being able to do things related to that word or phrase.

The "concept" of the Black Swordsman is—

"Sever".

Just as the literal meaning suggests, it can cut through anything: magic, life, even rules.

This irrational power is the kind of power that only those of the Silver and Gold races, who are considered demigods and even gods, can wield.

If the Black Swordsman wanted, he could cut the entire ruin in two at any time.

Normally, the only thing that can limit a "concept" is a "concept".

Only the collision of two "concepts" can limit the performance of both parties. When two "concepts" coexist within a certain range, their extraordinary abilities will be greatly reduced.

However, the Black Swordsman has yet to "cut" Bray.

“GUAAAAAA!!!!!” The black swordsman’s attacks never stopped escalating, as if there was no end in sight.

The two greatswords were swung so fast that only a faint, deep blue light could be seen reflected in the blue flames.

“peng——”

The black armor suddenly stopped, and then the black-clad swordsman was sent flying backward.

Bray remained silent, withdrawing his bleeding fist.

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"A final echo"

Type: Longsword

Dimensions: 80 cm long, 5.5 cm wide

Special: Suppressing the "Concept"

Overall: A sword crafted by a master, now a worn-out, chipped blade, but the material is still of excellent quality.

P.S.: Why does such a sword exist?! I have never seen such a bizarre thing before!! How can a sword be like this?!

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In the gossip of the public, "The Last Echo" received a very low rating.

This is a sword that can hardly be called sharp, and it has no value even as a decoration. Apart from its hardness, no one praises this sword.

However, this sword was forged with the final effort of a legendary blacksmith.

It was forged by a blacksmith in defiance of an irresistible force.

The "Supreme Echo" can suppress all "concepts," and it is itself an existence that seems to be a "concept."

It's not very useful for killing people, and it might even be difficult to use it to kill monsters.

Slaying the Demon King? You'd probably need a better sword sea than this.

Slaying Bronze-level enemies? Sorry, they'll probably just be used as shields.

From the very beginning, "The Last Echo" had only one purpose—

It's not about bestowing some supreme power, but about enabling the insignificant to at least have the ability to touch the so-called gods.

Bray stared at the "swan song" in silence for a long time.

To use this sword to slay gods? No, this is not for that purpose. This sword was forged to rebel against evil.

If the goal were to slay a god, the blacksmith would probably forge the "Last Echo" to be even sharper and more lethal.

"The Last Echo" is not sharp, but even if it is shattered to pieces, leaving only the hilt, it can still allow the person holding the sword to stand tall before that incomprehensible being.

Bray, once a weakling, had witnessed beings several dimensions higher than himself.

From those perspectives, the Black Iron type is nothing more than an ant.

"Ants...ants probably want to live, ants probably want to have dignity, ants probably... also want to struggle."

"I think you understand, right? Hero."

Before the black-clad swordsman could even stand up, Bray leaped forward, his sword aimed straight at the seemingly indestructible armor.

“kalalalalala”

The black-clad swordsman had just risen from the rubble when he faced Bray's attack head-on.

“ding—”

The "Final Echo" struck the armor, but only sparks flew; not even a white mark was left on it.

However, the black-clad swordsman was sent flying again, crashing into the wall.

"Ancient Sword Sect" and "Kaitian"

It does not focus on surface destruction, but rather on using the sword to create an effect similar to penetrating force.

The destruction of the interior caused the black-clad swordsman to roar in agony, before he swung his greatsword at Bray.

The greatsword's swing wasn't fast, but even though he could clearly see the dark greatsword coming at him, Bray found himself unable to dodge.

It was as if they were locked in place.

“peng——”

The greatsword struck "The Last Echo," and the enormous impact was so great that even Bray couldn't maintain his balance.

Bray stood up again, but was instantly slashed away by the black-clad swordsman who appeared in front of him.

By utilizing the "concept" of "severing", the Dark Swordsman can achieve the effect of teleportation by severing a part of space.

"GUAAAAAAAAAA!!!!" Seeing Bray being knocked away once again, the black-clad swordsman roared to the sky.

The roar that cuts straight to the soul nearly breaks the hearts of the vulnerable.

Nisha bit her lower lip, looking at the black-clad swordsman with fear.

Virginia, nestled in Blanche's arms, tried to ignore the roar.

Several survivors went mad amidst the roars.

"Hoo—" A breath interrupted the mad roar from the black-clad swordsman.

Blood was streaming down Bray's forehead, down his blindfold, down his chin, and onto the ground.

“You really should keep cutting.” Bray tore off the eyepatch, revealing the empty eye sockets beneath.

"GUAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!" As if intimidating, the black-clad swordsman roared at Bray.

The helmet gradually cracked, like a wild beast opening its bloody maw.