Okay, the second round begins!
Broken imdiately recast every protective skill he had, preparing to withstand Stormbreaker's relentless speed.
As expected, Stormbreaker launched another furious assault, his sword slashing through the air like a blur.
But just as before—Broken parried one of the attacks. A massive spark erupted upon impact. A guaranteed critical hit. Which ant Stormbreaker's weapon durability had dropped even further.
Out of three or four attacks, Broken only managed to parry one, while the rest landed cleanly on him.
But…
He was still standing.
Thanks to Invincible Paragon, his armor had multiple layers of defensive skills, allowing him to endure the hits while continuously cycling his defensive buffs.
And as the battle continued—
Broken started adapting.
The more Stormbreaker attacked, the more Broken read his movents. And the more Broken read his movents, the more parries he successfully landed.
Each successful parry chipped away at Stormbreaker's sword durability—
And every ti it happened, Broken smirked slightly, watching as Stormbreaker's frustration grew.
The man was clearly tracking his sword's condition, calculating whether he could end the fight before his weapon gave out.
But every second that passed, the balance tilted further and further against him. At tis, Stormbreaker even jumped back, creating distance—and it was obvious.
He was getting desperate.
And the worst part? Broken wasn't even breaking a sweat.
His relaxed expression was a constant reminder that this fight had turned into a countdown to Stormbreaker's loss.
"Damn it," Stormbreaker cursed under his breath, his frustration clear as day on the big screen.
The audience was growing restless, eagerly waiting for the battle's conclusion.
At first, most of them had been certain that Stormbreaker would dominate—but now? That expectation was falling apart.
"What's going on? Why hasn't Stormbreaker finished this fight yet?"
"I an, I can see that he's fighting with incredible technique—he's landed multiple hits on Broken."
"Yeah, but look at Broken—he's just casually parrying everything, and his Health hasn't dropped at all."
"Actually, neither of them have lost any Health."
"Damn, Broken really has way too many tricks up his sleeve. First, it was that pickaxe that solved puzzles instantly, and now this weird-looking greatsword that sohow isn't breaking, no matter how many tis it gets hit."
"Yeah, and Stormbreaker is actually hesitating now. I really want to know what's actually happening."
On the big screen, it was now clear as day— The fight had completely stalled.
Stormbreaker was no longer in an offensive stance, even though Broken was still standing calmly in a parry position.
The tension hung in the air.
Then, Stormbreaker's voice echoed throughout the arena, reaching every spectator.
"What kind of greatsword is that?"
Broken remained unfazed, his expression relaxed.
"It's just a normal greatsword," he replied casually.
That single exchange only fueled the crowd's curiosity further.
And finally—everyone started to realize the truth. Stormbreaker wasn't hesitating for no reason. He was hesitating because of Broken's greatsword.
Then, Stormbreaker spoke again, confirming everyone's suspicions.
"My sword's durability is dropping like crazy… Is that a special skill attached to your greatsword?"
The mont those words left his mouth, the entire stadium erupted in murmurs. The mystery was finally solved.
At the casters' desk, Brando imdiately reacted.
"Oh! Looks like we've uncovered yet another trick from Broken's arsenal!"
His excitent was obvious.
"A greatsword that rapidly drains an opponent's weapon durability?! That's absolutely terrifying. We all know how expensive it is to craft and enhance high-tier weapons. If your weapon gets destroyed in a fight like this, you'd think twice before going up against Broken's greatsword again!"
Then, he turned to Paul.
"What do you think?"
Paul simply smirked and folded his arms.
"Well… I think we already know who's winning this match."
With that, the crowd's attention snapped back to the big screen, where the battle's outco was now all but decided.
At that exact mont, Stormbreaker withdrew his sword and raised both hands.
And just like that—
A notification flashed across the big screen, signaling the end of the match!
Broken wins!
But once again, in a way that left everyone speechless. This ti, he didn't win by finishing the fight in record ti like his previous matches. Instead, he forced his opponent to surrender after a grueling battle.
The entire stadium erupted—so in cheers, others in disbelief. This was the most anticlimactic result they could have imagined. Stormbreaker, the clear favorite, with his insane abilities, had been expected to dominate…
Yet, in the end, he chose to surrender.
The two players stepped out of their capsule devices, and the host imdiately stepped in, standing between them.
Stormbreaker grabbed the mic first.
"That wasn't exactly a satisfying fight," he admitted. "But I have to give it to Broken—he's got a lot of tricks up his sleeve."
His eyes narrowed slightly, his expression unreadable.
"I'll be coming for payback next ti."
The host jumped in with an enthusiastic response.
"Oh, I'm sure everyone here knows that Team Broken and Team Stormbreaker are set to clash again in the final Raid Race! Who's excited for round two?"
The crowd roared in approval, hyped for their inevitable rematch.
Finally, Broken took the mic, his tone as composed as ever.
"I learned a lot from this battle. Thanks for the lesson."
As always, he kept it humble—just like before.
**
The first match of the day was finally over.
And with that, Broken's rank climbed even higher, preparing him for his next fight later that evening.
Since his schedule left him with several hours to spare, he decided to use the ti efficiently.
Logging back into Immortal Legacy, SexyGrill hadn't returned to the ga yet.
So instead—
He entered the Moonlight Dinsion, aiming to climb even higher in the Tower Trial.
Upon stepping onto the beautiful and serene floating island, a familiar presence greeted him. Cecilia appeared beside him, her ethereal form glowing softly in the moonlit space.
"How does it feel being here alone, Cecil?" he asked as he walked forward, the guardian spirit floating by his side. Continue your adventure with My Virtual Library Empire
"Alone? That is not sothing I concern myself with, my Lord…"
Right…
She was a spirit now, wasn't she?
From what he had learned from Polly and Gaia, spirits had emotions—but perhaps they experienced ti differently. Maybe waiting in solitude wasn't as tedious for them as it would be for humans.
But as Broken conversed with Cecilia, another thought surfaced in his mind—
Sothing he had kept stored away, unsure what to do with it. Because so far, it had shown no changes since the day he obtained it.
Reaching into his Inventory, he pulled out the Dormant Fae Seed.
It was the result of Elaine's death—two Soul Stones that had rged into one entity.
The object resembled a large egg, roughly the size of an adult human head. But unlike a regular egg, it was wrapped in a green cocoon-like shell, giving it an almost organic, pulsing appearance.
Broken had long wondered—
Would Elaine be reborn from this seed? Or would it result in sothing completely new, like how Pawpaw had co into existence?
He had already tried infusing his mana into it multiple tis before, but nothing had ever happened. Considering that Elaine was a faery with a deep affinity for nature, he had even brought the egg to different natural environnts, hoping it would trigger so kind of reaction.
Still—no changes.
But for so reason—
Right now, he felt like trying again.
Without overthinking it, he placed his hand on the egg's surface and channeled his mana into it. He had no expectations.
But then—
For the first ti ever—
A notification appeared!
[You have supplied mana to the Seed.]
What?!
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