"You think you can kill me?"

The sword and blade clashed, and the sound of the collision like a storm still did not make the expression on Edward's face change in the slightest, and he said lightly: "You think you can kill me?"

"Hubris. ”

"You're the one who is arrogant!" said Asriel, who was walking on the muddy earth, with a bloody face, and slashed the blade with a fierce face, as if he wanted to split him in half at once.

The sharp Dominic scimitar stabbed forward as if it had come to life, along with the sturdy figure of the black-haired boy - the sharp tip of the knife was not meant to stab Edward in the throat, but to seal his chance to advance and prevent him from attacking!

Larynx, eyebrows, collarbone, chest, ribs...... The piercing shadow of the knife never left these vital parts of the body, and as long as it stabbed one, Edward would instantly lose his combat effectiveness - not only would he be injured, but the sharp pain that came from that moment alone could paralyze his whole body, and even if he tried to swing the sword, he would never die.

But for what ... Why...... Why is it just a split! No!

Every time it was a millimeter, every time it was a gentle glide, and when the unwilling black-haired boy raised his head, he still saw that breezy expression, no anger and no pride, as if he was silently mocking himself.

If only once or twice can be regarded as one's own mistakes and misjudgments, but when such "mistakes" occur hundreds of times, even Asrael can understand no matter how stupid he is - the other party is deliberate!

"Die-!!!"

The tip of the knife stabbed Edward's chest, and the black-haired knight's almost instinctive blade pointed back to push back, but was gently slashed - the long knife as light as a feather stabbed Edward's gauntlet, completely replicating his move less than a quarter of an hour ago, and his entire body was shaken backwards.

It's your turn to hell...... Holding back the excitement in his heart, Asrael's face could not show the slightest expression of excitement. Like a hunting blood wolf, he was extremely calm and calm, and with the move that he had long since learned of training hundreds of times, he swung the Dominic scimitar in his hand into a straight slash.

"Bell-!"

The crisp sound of impact brought the black-haired boy back to his senses in an instant from his unparalleled excitement, but what he saw was the moment Edward raised his sword to block his attack, his right leg raised, and he kicked straight into his chest like a spear.

Under heavy force. Asriel could almost hear the wail of his ribs, and the whole person flew upside down, holding his body with a knife, so that the big chief of the blue wolf would not fall as he gasped.

Still expressionless, still unable to see joy and anger, Edward, who was holding a sword in one hand, walked step by step towards the black-haired boy who was still bending over, unwilling to stare at him.

"Do you understand? I'm the monster, I'm the one who really survives to the end -- the real monster, not because it's unscrupulous. Fearless. A real monster is powerful because it has a goal and a real ambition, because as long as anything stands in the way of progress, it can only be destroyed. ”

"And you're not, you're just a wretched creature who doesn't know what to do - conquer the whole of the Vast Land, conquer the Vast City? Do you really believe in those stupid things, no. You don't believe it, if you really believe it. You won't insist on a duel with me. ”

Stop it......

"A true ruler would not do such a stupid thing, but only those who desperately wanted to find a sense of existence, to find their own worth, because otherwise they would not experience their false strength and so-called power, only the thrill of victory over their opponents. in order to support them to survive. ”

Stop it......

"Let me tell you, monster, that you don't need to prove yourself strong by force, for power is only a tool in its path to accomplishing its goal—only cowards and poor creatures like you will keep doing it. In that respect, you're not even as good as Anson Marcherus, or even Gracchus!"

Stop it......

"Aren't you, aren't you just this lowly thing—hesitation, helplessness, fear...... There is no sense of existence, as if the whole world is a false touch, so you are forced to find those things that can allow you to integrate into this world, things that can leave traces in this world?"

"Shut up for me—!!!"

The terrified Asriel seemed to be insane, raising his long knife in both hands, his eyes blood-filled like an angry blood wolf, and the sharp blades were his claws and fangs.

Edward, who had just turned sideways and dodged the fatal stab, still looked down at the black-haired boy with that sarcastic gaze, watching him roar helplessly, and even lost the idea of killing him.

"What do you know, you damn Turin wretch, scum!" Asriel's expression was so hideous and distorted that he couldn't even see his original arrogance, only the torn and peeled naked appearance: "How can you know what I've been through?!"

Edward's silence was still answered, and the gray star was still dancing, bringing the imposing Dominic scimitar into its own rhythm, and the steps under his feet became more and more leisurely, and the hilt of his hand turned faster and faster, more and more excitedly—like the final climax of the song, spinning, jumping, and staggering...... Then get ready for the note at the end of the movement!

Interrupted one after another, brushing shoulders with death again and again, Asriel couldn't even control his hands, instinctively resisted, and the trapped beast still fought like a fight, but he still couldn't hide the aura of his body, which was already at the end of his rope.

The gray stars turned into countless afterimages, flashing continuously within these short three feet, and the fragments of the long knife were scattered like stars.

Broken shards slashed across the black-haired boy's cheek, leaving a bright red cut, and Asriel's face was covered in blood under the hideous facial expression.

I'm dying...... Asriel, who had flashed the word in his mind, finally had a little more panic in his eyes - he had never experienced such a close to death since his hands were bloodied, and the last time he fought for his life was a long memory.

He is the leader of the Blue Wolf Clan, the Great Chief, and the King of the Vast Land...... Too many titles hang on their bodies, and they have seen too many fools who have no power to resist in front of them, even if they are a war tribe with hundreds or thousands of warriors, they are still livestock to be slaughtered in front of them!

And when he was really on the verge of death, he could feel how fragile he really was—on the verge of death, and slowly raised his head, and saw still the face that was similar to himself, with black hair and black eyes, and Asreel's pupils suddenly contracted.

"Hehehe...... Heheha!!!ha

The original panic and fear disappeared in an instant, and was replaced by a trembling raised corner of his mouth—as if the black-haired boy who suddenly understood something couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"That's it, that's it...... No wonder you can talk nonsense there, no wonder you can look like you know everything, it turns out hahahahahaha......!!!!"

The corners of Edward's eyes trembled slightly, the blade of his right hand pressed against Asriel's chest, his eyes still did not see the slightest emotion, and he was as cold as moonlight: "Are you ready to go to hell?"

"You're the one who should go to hell, Miscellaneous!" Even though he didn't even have a weapon, Asriel still refused to back down in the slightest, "You will definitely die without a place to bury!"

"Then I will borrow your good words. The black-haired knight nodded slightly, and the bright star was already raised. Asrael's eyes were gone, only gray.

...... Is it finally going to die?

In an instant, the black-haired boy who closed his eyes felt as if he had been pushed by something, and the moment he fell to the ground after draining his strength, what he saw was the picture of another person dying - the blue wolf warrior covered in blood was directly split on his left shoulder by the long sword in Edward's hand, and the blood spurted out had turned him into a bloody man, and he was still shouting at himself.

"Run away—!!!" (To be continued.) )