"This is truly astonishing! This kid is really amazing!"
The legendary red-haired man touched his red hair, wanting to slap his own thigh, feeling somewhat uneasy all over.
Although he is a legend in melee combat, he happens to be one of those who did not master legendary sword techniques.
Although she specializes in giant axes, she has always been very interested in swordsmanship, even to the point of obsession.
However, his talent in swordsmanship was truly pitiful.
Even now, despite never giving up on secretly training, he's only at the top level of the fourth tier.
"I really want to ask him how he practices swordsmanship! Why can't I do it?"
Listening to his感慨 (sentiments/reflections), the legendary blue-eyed man silently added insult to injury:
"You should just give up. People always have to admit that you simply lack talent."
His cheek twitched, and the Red-Haired Legend remained silent for a long time before finally humming and saying in a muffled voice:
"Tsk... But it's just that I haven't found the method yet, not that I lack talent."
The blue-eyed legend looked at him, smiled gently, and said nothing more.
It's true what they say, comparisons are odious.
Pitiful.
The swordsman, who had been silent all along, tilted his head slightly after hearing the conversation between the two, and looked at the red-haired legend.
Then, as if he had seen something regrettable, he shook his head.
"Rotten wood".
...
...
Rhodes realized he had been careless.
It wasn't that they were careless in the fight, but rather that they underestimated the man's arrogance.
The other party's words were not a bluff or a pretentious gesture.
His arrogance went even further than that.
The other party genuinely wanted to test his abilities, and just as he said, he showed no mercy to those who did not meet the standards.
The man opposite him, with genuine regret on his face, swung his sword downwards with a look of reluctance.
At this boundary between life and death, Rhodes perceived far more than before.
The blade did not hesitate; the swordsman showed no mercy to the enemy beneath his blade.
Since I've said it, I'll do it.
He doesn't mind losing one more ally; he really doesn't mind.
If someone dies, they're dead; if they're gone, that's fine too.
The consequences of this carelessness may far exceed my expectations.
A life-or-death crisis was imminent.
However, one's own body has no idea how to avoid it; there is nowhere to hide.
This is an ordinary person's body; they simply cannot perform some extreme operations.
To use flesh and blood to fight against steel?
There can only be one possible outcome.
Like a person who is truly about to die, Rhodes's thoughts went on a revolving lantern, his mind seemed to accelerate, and everything around him slowed down.
The sword's edge "slowly" approached, and Rhodes could already foresee the terrible fate that awaited him.
The best outcome would be for the blade to shatter at the bone, allowing the user to deliver a final, utterly humiliating blow to their opponent.
But given the opponent's astonishing skill in slicing through iron bullets, even this last stand has become a pipe dream.
"it's over……"
The competition is over.
There was nothing particularly outstanding about it, and its ranking was only around four or five hundred, which was far from the result it had originally expected.
Ah, legendary swordsmanship.
Damn, that's legendary...
Damn it, who would have thought we'd run into such a monster?
Fragments of the past flashed before my eyes.
My own experiences unfolded and disappeared rapidly before my eyes, and the various experiences of the past few decades reappeared before my eyes.
The higher you climb, the more you realize how heavy and unforgiving the barriers to talent truly are.
There are indeed those who can become legends solely through their bloodline and their own efforts, without the guidance or help of others.
There will always be geniuses.
But the number is just too small... one in a thousand? One in ten thousand?
Rhodes knew very well that he wasn't that kind of person, and that getting this far through his own efforts was already a result of a lot of luck.
When I was young, I didn't think that much. I always believed that human will could overcome anything and that there would be a way when the time came.
But reality is always cruelly terrifying.
There's no way, there's just no way. Most things can't be overcome by willpower alone.
Having come to his senses as he approached fifty, Rod finally made up his mind to stop being a lone wolf and join a larger organization.
I was hoping that my performance in Star Chaser would add a highlight to my resume.
In hindsight, it's a miracle this move wasn't a complete failure.
"How could we have encountered such a monster?"
Not only are they incredibly powerful, but they're also completely unyielding.
If you're so great, why didn't you shine last night?
Before, weren't they always hiding in a corner...?
They complain and grumble, but the outcome remains unchanged.
Even if speeding up your thinking makes everything seem slower, time will still pass.
So...should we beg for mercy?
Forget it.
It's just a competition; there's no need to embarrass yourself like this.
Besides, being easily defeated is already shameful enough; if you beg like a pathetic wretch, even Rhodes himself will despise himself.
That's settled then.
The blade had already touched his skin, piercing into his flesh as if there were no resistance whatsoever...
Blood splattered.
Closing his eyes to avoid seeing the impending death, Rhodes sighed inwardly.
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