The People Walking in Dungeons are surely not Normal

By feeling, I can clearly feel the spear approaching me inch by inch, against the gust of wind and killing.

And my body was just standing still at the same time, and it was too late to accumulate energy, but even if my legs were exerting strength at the moment, I couldn't escape this thunderous blow.

Too fast...too fast...

This is the only word I can describe this attack so far.

With a turn of his wrist, Naotato was directly in front of him.

Although I am not sure that I can stop the blow with a knife, I know that if I do nothing, I will definitely die.

A thick layer of killing intent was already enveloping Naotato's body, as if a thick layer of ink was smeared on it, and the splitting air even showed bursts of light and shadow.

This is my full blow, no fancy, no hands left, all the killing intent that can be released and the power of the whole body, while focusing on a bit of the blade, the strongest blow that can be released so far.

At the moment when the sword and the spear head collided, I felt an extremely powerful force from the blade to the arm, then the shoulder, and then the whole body.

The next second, I heard a slight trill, like the scream of a glass falling from the table to the ground.

As the vibrato entered my ears, a shallow fine line was drawn on the knife surface.

With the constant force coming from the spearhead, the fine lines on the blade gradually changed from shallow to deep, and finally, clearly identifiable.

I can clearly feel the blade trembling and the blade wailing.

"Hold on, you must hold on!" I muttered silently in my heart, praying for the crack on the knife not to grow an inch longer or deepen it.

However, everything is in vain.

The destructive power released by Achilles's seemingly ordinary blow was simply not what I can bear now, nor can the Nauta sword in my hand be able to resist.

Titicaca.

There were four more soft sounds, my heart sank, and I sighed, "It's over."

Boom!

With a crisp sound, the straight sword gripped straight from the blade and turned into countless silver-gray fragments. Together with Achilles' spear, it rushed towards my shoulder.

A tearing pain came from my shoulder, and the huge impact force followed. I could clearly feel my body flying backwards, flying, like a sandbag being thrown out. A standard parabola was drawn.

The severe pain in the shoulder had not been relieved, and the severe pain in the back came again.

I fell heavily on the ground and slid back for an unknown distance.

When I stopped, I just felt that the bones all over my body seemed to be shattered. The pain made me grin and breathe in the air.

Enduring the severe pain, and raising his head slightly, Achilles did not take advantage of the victory, but stood proudly on the spot, staring at me, as if waiting for me to climb up again.

I know that this is endless, at least, it won't end until he hurts him.

However, I still don’t have the strength to get up from the ground. I simply raised my head and lay directly on the ground. I turned my face to my side. On my shoulder, a hideous wound was dripping with blood, but I was able to see clearly. I saw that in the depths of the wound, new granulation continued to grow, filling in the bursting flesh and blood.

He took a long sigh of relief, thinking in his heart: In another seven or eight minutes, the wound on the shoulder should be healed. If it really takes seven or eight minutes...

"Stand up, young man" Achilles' voice echoed in the hallway: "You didn't hurt me, and I didn't kill you. The battle between us is not over yet!"

"Cough cough cough" I coughed a few times, and another tearing pain came from my shoulder, and I bared my teeth. I said, "Can you pause for a while and let me rest for a few minutes?"

"There is no rest in the duel between the fighters, young man!"

"Hey, I lost to you."

I sighed, got up weakly from the ground, looked at the hilt of the straight sword in my hand, sighed, and stuffed it back into the equipment bag on my waist, and then, without any rush or slowness, I took the large sword behind. Untie it from the back.

"You know?" I said as I opened the bag, "You broke one of my knives. If I hurt you later, you have to return my knives."

Achilles did not answer, but looked at me proudly, like a proud lion.

Taking the Daito sword out of the bag, I gripped the handle of the knife and slowly pulled out the blade.

With the blessing of my killing intent, every inch of the pitch-black sword withdrawn from the scabbard, there was a faint whisper. As the frequency of whispers increased, I had pulled out the entire large sword.

Throwing the scabbard to one side, holding the handle tightly with both hands, the tip of the knife rushed down, and the handle upward, I assumed a slashing posture.

Although the light in the hallway is very good, when they shine on Odachi's body, there is no arc of light reflected.

Achilles’ gaze has already shifted from me to this big sword. Seeing that I set my posture, he opened his mouth and said, “I don’t even see what kind of fame your sword is! I’m really surprised. Young man, I have a slight interest in you, a mysterious little guy."

"Yeah? There are things you can't see famous." I chuckled and said, "It seems that you are not omniscient and omnipotent."

Achilles didn't refute me or explain anything. With a spear in his right hand, he strode towards me again, and this time, it was also a thorn.

His spear is not as long as an ordinary spear, and the part he holds is also forward in the middle, but my Odachi is more than twice as large as the ordinary Dachi. In comparison, it turns out to be my attack range. More advantages.

Enduring the violent pain from the shoulders, when the body moved, the Odachi slashed away. The jet-black blade, wrapped in black and gray killing intent, drew a black fan out of thin air, which happened with the stabbing spear. Violent collision.

Huh!

There was another loud noise, without exception, I drew through the air with a big sword, again a standard parabola, or a sharp pain came from behind, hitting me.

Climbing up from the ground again, I grinned at Achilles. I had forgotten my fear and escape, leaving only the anger of another battle.

"Come on, I'm not dead yet!"

With a roar, I rushed towards Achilles with the knife again.

He seemed very surprised by my performance, gave a slight sigh, and then handed out another spear.

This time, I saw the gap left when the spear was pierced. At the moment Achilles pierced the spear, the wrist pressed down, and the direction of the blade instantly changed and went straight to his ribs.

Although I have attacked his body dozens of times before without any results, I still refuse to give up any opportunity. What if I touch his flaws?

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