Steel scread against flesh, the clash of two forces reverberating throughout the throne room like a sudden thunderstorm erupting in the middle of a calm sumr day.
Savage rcy, who thought that he would be able to crush this naless knight in one blow, was taken aback.
His attack… Got blocked?
The knight ran the blade of his longsword up Savage rcy's arm, creating a gash like a fountain of red.
"You… bastard!"
Savage rcy arched his fist. It ca for the knight's head. Its intent was to blow his head clean off his shoulders.
He wasn't a graceful fighter.
He was savage, like his na suggested, and brutal, as if nothing could quench his thirst for blood.
The knight slipped inside the wild punch and slid his longsword across Savage rcy's unprotected waist.
Spurt!
A shower of crimson rain sprayed from Savage rcy's body. It would've been a lethal strike for many.
However, this was Savage rcy.
"Alright then!"
With a laugh, he shoved forward, lips curled into a grin, and his punches pistoned forward like a hydraulic press.
There was no technique. Just brute force. He didn't care about finesse, only about overpowering his opponent.
The knight brought his sword forward, parrying one fist, then another, and kept advancing forward like a relentless force of nature.
Perfect. Flawless. Unmatched.
His swordsmanship overpowered Savage rcy's brute force, and then the knight delicately sliced through his collarbone like a hot knife through butter.
The blood spurted out in a crimson fountain, staining the ground beneath them.
"Argh!"
Savage rcy's face flashed with a mixture of shock and pain before his expression turned into a grimace.
He backed away, clutching his wound and gasping for air.
"What are you doing, Savage rcy? You're struggling against so knight? How pathetic of you."
Malignant Benevolence said with an ugly-sounding giggle.
She wasn't a beautiful woman. More like an orc. And her ugly laughter reflected that.
"Enough! Transfer my wounds elsewhere!"
Savage rcy roared.
She innocently threw up her arms in surrender and then touched Savage rcy's wounds, and when she did, they disappeared.
The wound on his shoulder and waist—completely gone—and then Malignant Benevolence touched his back.
Two wounds appeared there. Long slashes across his back that dripped with blood.
"Better?"
Malignant Benevolence asked with a grin.
"…Hmph."
Savage rcy rotated his shoulders, popped his joints, and then stepped forward once again.
The wounds on his waist and shoulder were serious. The waist wound was deep enough to expose bone. The collarbone was broken, so he wouldn't have been able to use his right arm.
However, since Malignant Benevolence transferred those wounds to his back, it was much better now.
It still hurt, but it was fine.
"…"
Wrathful Patience stayed in the sidelines, but his hand on top of the sword hilt was itching.
Swordsman instinct was telling him that the knight would be a worthy opponent. It was rare for him to feel such excitent since he had reached such a high level in swordsmanship that he rarely encountered a challenge.
'…This muscle brain is hogging all the fun.'
Wrathful Patience thought behind the mask.
At that mont, Savage rcy charged like a mad beast. He swung his fist like a wrecking ball.
The knight slipped inside the punch. It was a trap. Savage rcy imdiately kicked forward with a grin on his face.
This kick had earned the na of—the Mountain Killer—as with this kick, Savage rcy once shattered an entire mountain.
"Hahahaha!"
Savage rcy laughed in glee.
"…"
With a silent expression, the knight jumped over the kick and lifted his longsword across Savage rcy's face.
The cut stretched across Savage rcy's face, going over his left eye, and continued up his forehead until it reached his hairline.
"Sonofabitch… Argh!"
Savage rcy covered his bleeding left eye with his hand, and his field of vision was now obscured by blood.
It was indeed a well-planned trap… by the knight.
He knew that the Savage rcy would try sothing. This fake acting by him, trying to make himself look like an idiot, was so obvious to him.
He wanted his opponents to drop their guard.
Thus, when his opponents dropped their guards, Savage rcy liked to create a trap that would leave them vulnerable and defenseless.
When they've fallen into a trap, he would deliver one fateful attack that would end the fight once and for all.
The knight intentionally fell for the trap, and then he countered it flawlessly.
"This is too pathetic. I will end this now!"
Malignant Benevolence appeared behind the knight. She was so tall. That's when she raised her mighty battle-axe and brought it down.
Her battle-axe was forged by the greatest Rav'akari blacksmith, and the blade was made of obsidian steel.
In that mont, the knight twirled his longsword around and sliced through her gigantic hand's wrist. It made her drop the battle-axe.
The knight extended his slash and sliced across her neck as well.
"Ah!"
Malignant Benevolence cried out, touched the bleeding neck wound, and quickly transferred the wound into her palm.
"Damage transfer…"
She growled angrily.
"What do you think you're doing, gigantic bitch? This fight is mine!"
Savage rcy scread, pushed Malignant Benevolence aside, and lunged at the knight like a ferocious beast.
"Tch!"
Malignant Benevolence picked up her battle-axe and swung it at the knight as if she were cutting down a tree.
The knight slipped inside Savage rcy's charge, cut into his knees, and pushed the battle-axe aside with a swift motion of his sword.
He was graceful with a movent. There was no equal. His swordsmanship was second to none!
When he was young and picked up a sword for the first ti, his teacher said that he would get no na, no fa, no wealth, and no wife to warm his bed.
None of that.
All of those didn't matter to him, as the duty was all that mattered to him!
At that mont, the knight drove the longsword deep into Malignant Benevolence's chest, ran the blade up her sternum, and pulled it out before doing a spinning slash that sliced across Savage rcy's chest.
"Haah… haah… haah…"
The two World Bosses were panting heavily. It was unreal to them. Both of them were as strong as entire armies.
Yet, they were struggling against one knight!
"That's enough… It's my turn."
In that mont, Wrathful Patience walked over from the corner and slowly drew his curved-edged sword from its scabbard.
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