A dull longsword and a heartbroken villager

"Looks like you're not going to listen." After taking off the blindfold, the left side finally stopped feeling wet from being soaked in blood.

"The more I look at you, the more pathetic you become. I think I understand why you want to die."

"I'm prepared, so what about you?"

Bray swung his sword, flicking away his own blood, which splattered all over the ground.

The response to Bray was two great, jet-black swords. The two great, jet-black swords slashed fiercely forward from behind.

The seemingly indestructible ceiling of the arena was cleaved open by two downward gusts of sword wind.

Countless bricks and stones fell down, crashing to the ground and raising clouds of dust, which was then dispersed by the swirling, foul wind.

"boom!!!!!!"

The ruins trembled under the attack of the black-clad swordsman.

However, Bray did not fall despite facing two terrifying slashes.

However, even if Bray possessed superhuman physical abilities at this moment, it would be impossible for him to emerge unscathed from this attack.

Blood streamed down his forearm from his wrist. Bray stared at the dark-skinned swordsman, then spat blood onto the wrecked ground.

Blood then splattered onto the dark, unyielding armor, and a longsword appeared before the black-clad swordsman.

A barrage of sword moves was unleashed, leaving the opponent breathless, the sound of blades echoing throughout the arena.

With each swing of his sword, blood would spill from Bray's body.

But there was nothing unusual about Bray's calm face, as if the blood that flowed was not Bray's.

Nevertheless, Bray was still a human being, made of flesh and blood.

As he continued to lose blood, Bray's physical strength gradually declined.

His breathing was no longer steady, and he was being forced back by the greatsword.

The black swordsman's roar grew increasingly frenzied, but then abruptly stopped at a certain moment.

"The water has stopped flowing," "The autumn water has stopped flowing"—

The world seemed to fall silent in an instant.

Bray's face was expressionless, his body passing the black-clad swordsman, his right arm, covered in black armor, lying to one side.

A large sword was plunged into the ground, embedding itself several inches into the hard earth.

Blood splattered on Bray's face, and the blood that flowed down his left eye made it look like he was shedding tears of blood.

"GUAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!"

"Peng!!!"

The black-clad swordsman swung his sword backhand and struck the pillar, the sweeping wind shattering the already dilapidated pillar into pieces.

The ceiling, now free of many pillars, was covered in loose lime dust, and looked as if it could collapse at any moment.

Bray frowned, and "Swan Song" stood in front of him, taking the blow head-on.

After retreating nearly ten steps, Bray finally came to a stop.

“GUAAAAAAA!!!!!” The black-clad swordsman roared in agony.

New granulation tissue gradually grew from the severed right arm, which was bleeding profusely.

The stronger one's physique, the more difficult it should be to recover.

However, this rule doesn't seem to apply to the Black Swordsman.

"Eighteen Styles" "Mikazuki" —

Three streaks of cold light intertwined like threads, tangling towards the tall, dark-skinned swordsman.

“Kalalalalalala!!!”

The armor, which had never cracked before, slowly began to crack, and blood kept gushing out from the gaps.

Driven mad by excruciating pain, the dark swordsman slammed into the weakening Bray, sending him flying.

"boom--"

Ray, sent flying, crashed into the wall, creating a deep crater, which was then buried under rubble.

The next instant, the rubble was blown away, and Bray threw off the corpse that was pressing down on him. He stood up, panting, his swaying body showing that Bray was still not quite there.

My right eye is already blurred by blood.

Bray closed his eyes, then opened them, and his vision cleared once more.

The current appearance of the Dark Swordsman can only be described as monstrous.

The jet-black helmet was twisted and deformed, resembling the head of a wild beast.

His already towering frame swelled even more in the upper body, and the armor he wore deformed accordingly, becoming even wilder and clinging tightly to the black-clad swordsman's body.

The disproportionate body shape, however, makes the black-clad swordsman look even more powerful and terrifying.

The bleeding on the right side of the severed arm has stopped.

"GUAAAAAAAAAAA!!!" The voice was becoming more and more like that of a wild beast, and no longer human.

The gurgling sound from his throat echoed throughout the arena, while the black-clad swordsman's body continued to change.

However, even in this state, the black-clad swordsman's left hand was still tightly gripping the greatsword.

"rub--"

The black swordsman—no, it should now be called a monster—was moving at a speed incongruous with its enormous size.

It leaped and moved among the walls, ceiling, and stone pillars, and none of the people present could catch a glimpse of it, not even by laying a mine.

Only the dark afterimages leaping within the arena could be barely made out.

“kala——”

The sound of bones cracking came from Bray's right hand.

As if seeking revenge, the monster swung its greatsword fiercely at Bray's right hand.

With his already terrifying power surging once again, even if Bray managed to deflect the force, he couldn't escape the fate of breaking his bones.

After his bones shattered, Bray's body flew sideways.

Even faster than Bray's retreat was the monster's charge.

"Peng!!!"

Before he could even land, Bray was slammed hard against the wall.

Just as the monster was about to continue, a cold glint flashed in Bray's eyes.

With a flash of cold light, the monster's right leg was severed.

The monster lunged forward, slid a long distance, and plunged headfirst into the rubble, causing the entire ruins to tremble once more.

Gripping the greatsword tightly, the monster rose to its feet and roared at Bray once more.

The roar stirred up a gale, and the surrounding blue flames flickered. The flames that had never been extinguished finally went out.

The arena was plunged into darkness, but the flowing light from the magic array set up to seal it replaced the flames and illuminated the arena.

The monster's greatsword slashed wildly, creating huge cracks in space, from which turbulent currents surged forth.

However, when the "Final Echo" was swung, no matter how much the monster attacked, there was only one crack in the space.

The conceptual effect of "severing" is constantly being suppressed.

"GUAAAAAAAA!!!!!" The greatsword's attack had no effect, and the monster charged straight at the monster.

The helmet slowly cracked open, revealing a gaping, blood-red mouth.

"Aa ...

The monster bit down hard on Bray's right shoulder, shattering Bray's joints.

Bray switched to his left hand and slammed the hilt of his sword down on the monster's neck.

A muffled thud rang out, and the monster's armor shattered, seeping blood.

However, even so, the monster still showed no sign of relenting.

"Hahh ...

With a "pang," a large piece of armor fell off, stained with blood.

Beneath the armor, the monster's body was covered with pulsating blood vessels and a grid-like skin texture.

"Hahhhhh!!!" With another powerful strike, the monster finally staggered back several steps in pain.

"You bastard, have you lost even your last shred of will?!" Bray roared.

The only response was the monster's roar and the greatsword slamming into the ground with a sharp, resounding crash.

In fact, from the very beginning of the "battle of life and death", Bray was able to receive intermittent messages from the Black Swordsman.

Although there was no content, it certainly proved that the will of the Dark Swordsman still remained.

But after the Black Swordsman took this form, Bray heard no sound.

Bray slid forward, and in an instant, he was beneath the monster.

The sword sliced ​​through the monster's chest armor from bottom to top, emitting a piercing hissing sound of "kalakalakla—".

"Onis Swordsmanship" is a swordsmanship technique where all skills are designed to counter giant monsters.

His right arm hung limply at his sides, the sword embedded in the monster's throat, the tip protruding from behind its neck. Bray glared angrily at the dark creature.

"Peng!!!"

The massive left fist slammed the airborne wreckage back to the ground, leaving a deep crater.

Sometime later, the monster had released its grip on the greatsword from its left hand.

That greatsword, which seemed both important and unimportant to the black-clad swordsman, fell to the ground.

"Ping—" A crack suddenly appeared on the seemingly indestructible greatsword.

"GUAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!" The monster roared to the sky, but its throat was damaged, making its voice hoarse and even the sound of bubbles coming from its throat could be heard.

Despite this, the monster continued to roar, slamming its left fist down hard on Bray.

Bray made a quick maneuver and left the spot.

This attack sent bricks and stones flying everywhere, and the strong wind blew away all the surrounding corpses, even drying the blood on the ground in an instant.

“kalalalalala——”

Bray was unharmed; he was struck by the greatsword belonging to the Black Swordsman.

After being struck, the greatsword began to shatter, its blade gleaming with a cold light as if mourning something.

The sword, which shouldn't have been so fragile, shattered and broke into pieces, leaving only the hilt.

"GUAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!" A roar rang out, but this roar seemed a little different.

It seemed filled with sorrow, with blood flowing down the side of the helmet, like two lines of bloody tears.

Even after losing his soul, even after his body collapsed into an ugly state, the black-clad swordsman still instinctively understood how important that greatsword was to him.

The roar gradually turned into a mournful cry.

“Is it something very important…” Bray’s expression was complicated, but his grip on the sword did not loosen even slightly.

"GUAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!"

The only response the monster could give was a roar.

As if venting some kind of anger, the monster frantically smashed the ground around it.

Then, the temperature in the entire arena seemed to plummet the next moment, sending chills down everyone's spines.

"boom!!!!!!"

Without warning, the black swordsman, transformed into a monster and devoid of all soul, teleported in front of Bray.

This is the instantaneous teleportation effect achieved by the monster using the power of "Severing" to cut off the space between itself and Bray.

Without a sword, the "concept" and "sever" should not be usable. However, the monster's twisted left hand fingers have unknowingly twisted into the shape of a sword.