Amidst the snowy tundra, the two brothers stared at each other as usual. That familiar cold air was unable to cool down their boiling emotions.
Sword shadows and sword light seemed to cut apart time itself.
For some reason, blood and flesh were flying everywhere as my consciousness sunk into my memories.
Imperceptibly, I seemed to have improved even further now that I had all four magic swords ready.
Previously, when I fought against Sophocles, I had relied on my special ability to counter the Main God's power. Perhaps now, in the eyes of the world, I had also reached the level of a Main God.
"Guilty."
Wumianzhe's illusory image floated in midair. Every time he struck down with his gavel, not only would snowflakes fall, but both our souls would also shatter into pieces.
Perhaps the fact that this magic sword was able to injure Cavendish to such an extent was the best evidence.
As time passed, this magic sword was calculating our "sins" and attacking our souls according to the degree of our sins.
At this stage, Cavendish's sins were far heavier than mine, which was why he was injured more severely each time.
However, every time I judged him, the mana in my body would be greatly depleted. This mysterious feeling of exhaustion made me want to vomit. After all, I was still the one using this magic sword.
"Ha, using my own sword to judge myself is basically suicide. But, no matter what method we use to fight, we'll still end up like this in the end …"
I used up a tremendous amount of mana in order to simultaneously maintain the Northlands and Vengeance magic swords' special abilities. Even though my mature Arbiter bloodline's mana regeneration abilities were ridiculously high, I was still at a disadvantage in a direct battle.
Cavendish's black magic sword suddenly exploded. It was so fast that it was impossible for the naked eye to lock onto it, and it slashed right past my cheek … but it missed by an instant and didn't hit a fatal spot.
"Ha, try hitting here."
I pointed at my weak neck. However, Cavendish didn't respond to my taunt.
That's right, it wasn't that he didn't have the heart to do it. It was simply that he didn't dare to.
At this moment, I had a wound on my right shoulder that extended all the way to my chest, almost piercing through my heart.
Cavendish also had an identical wound on his body, extending from his right shoulder to his chest. The wound stopped at his heart, which was currently burning with pain.
"Revenge, blood for blood, injury for injury."
This was the second effect of [Law Sword: Vengeance]. The principle behind it was actually the same as the first. It was also to punish the sinner according to the degree of "sin" they had committed. However, this punishment was instantaneous.
When this magic sword was activated, within the range of its ability, under the watchful eyes of Judge Wumianzhe, all harming actions would be directly imprinted onto the body of the perpetrator.
If you cut off your opponent's head, your head would also fall off. If you cut off your opponent's arm, your arm would also fall off. This was a demonic sword that could not be won, but it was also a demonic sword that could not be lost.
Yes, from the start, I never thought that I could win against Cavendish in close combat. I only hoped that I wouldn't lose.
"He's so unreasonably strong …"
Even though I had been mentally prepared, Cavendish's talent in swordsmanship was above mine, his magic talent was above mine, and his battle experience was above mine. I shouldn't be able to defeat him in a hand-to-hand fight, but to actually fight to this extent, it was really infuriating.
My speed, strength, and techniques were all suppressed. Every sword attack was instantly seen through and then countered.
No matter what kind of trap I set up, my next unrestrained attack would definitely shatter all my battle plans and thoughts. In the end, it would become a chaotic battle that relied on instinct. I would then be at a disadvantage due to my opponent's rich battle experience.
Neither of us used any ultimate swordsmanship techniques or major magic spells that required a long chant. That was because at such a distance and in such a chaotic snowstorm battlefield, a seemingly simple attack was actually the best choice for both Sword Saints.
Snowflakes kept falling down as the pitch-black greatsword and the lightsaber kept clashing. Blood and flesh flew everywhere as the snowy ground was dyed red. Everything fell into a cycle.
Slash, stab, dodge, counterattack, exchange injury for injury, and then suffer the same pain.
The swordsmanship sparring from my childhood was playing out once again. Although both of us were filled with killing intent this time, the results were the same. I was still at a disadvantage.
What was even more terrifying was that Karwenz was still growing stronger by the second.
That's right, although my injuries were becoming more and more severe, my strength, speed, techniques, and accuracy were all slowly but steadily increasing. The same technique would be ineffective the first time I used it. My originally effective killing technique would be forcefully countered the next time I used it. This seemingly ordinary but actually cheat-like combat talent was as shameless as ever.
My instinctive combat instincts were truly a headache.
Most people would hesitate when faced with my abnormal ability to reflect damage. In fact, they would even consider whether or not they would be able to win if this continued. It was even possible for them to directly stop fighting.
That would give me enough time to charge up power for my Dawn holy sword and deliver a fatal (suicidal) attack.
However, the moment that Cavendish discovered my damage reflection, he unhesitatingly exchanged injury for injury the moment I started charging up power and stopped me from charging up power.
What was even more troublesome was that I could sense that Law Sword – Vengeance's damage against him was already decreasing. He was faintly beginning to resist the power of Law.
"Ha, I'm already used to it. Roland, do you have any other aces up your sleeves?"
Cavendish casually blocked an icicle that suddenly descended from above as he smiled in a way that made me want to beat him up.
I knew better than anyone that the power of Law wasn't omnipotent. It was only a lower-level Concept under the power of Order, an existence on the same level as Holy Light. Law was only a new supernatural power in this world. It was foundationally no different from magic, and could also be resisted and eliminated. However, it was rather depressing to see how quickly Cavendish had gotten used to using this trump card.
"Ha, who doesn't dare to brag? Fine, I'll just stand here and not move. Do you dare to cut my neck?"
Even if he was now resistant to the first ability of my Law Sword – Vengeance, the second ability to reflect damage instantly still made this battle an exhausting one.
We both knew that it would be impossible to directly kill him. He had been constantly on guard against my swordless left hand. My Seal of the Four Elements was still the trump card that would end this battle.
Meanwhile, his sword mostly targeted my ankles, arms, and other limbs. It would seem that eliminating my mobility and combat abilities was his way of winning.
Suddenly, Cavendish fell silent as he directly stabbed his sword into the snow.
"… How boring, Roland. It would seem that you never intended to win against me from the very start. No, from the very start, you never thought about the possibility of killing me. "
I wanted to retort, but when I saw his familiar cold eyes, I didn't say anything in the end.
That's right, the power of Law had transformed into a double-edged sword of revenge. Although it seemed incredibly powerful, it actually had a restrictive effect.
It restricted both sides from killing each other or engaging in melee combat, and delayed the time it took for a victor to be decided. However, this didn't increase my chances of winning at all.
Those who truly desired victory would invest their resources into increasing their advantage in an attempt to suppress their opponent. As for me, from the very start, I had been thinking about how not to lose and how to die together with my opponent.
There was nothing wrong with this strategy. Under normal circumstances, Cavendish's power level should be higher than mine, so there was nothing wrong with thinking about how not to lose first.
Plus, due to the special connection between our souls, it was completely reasonable for me to think about how not to lose.
Was Cavendish dissatisfied with my current situation? Did he think that I was being perfunctory?
"I'm seriously trying to kill you, yet you're being perfunctory. What's the meaning of this?"
Perhaps that was exactly what he meant.
Suddenly, Cavendish chuckled evilly.
"It would seem that I still need to give you some motivation … Roland, do you really think that since there are two Doors, there won't be a third Door? Do you really think that killing my demon fetus and mother's body will be enough to stop me? Have you forgotten about the mortal plane … and the bloodline that both you and I know about! "
"What?"
At this moment, I thought about many things. But then, Cavendish laughed loudly as he swung his sword. His magic sword gave off a dangerous aura, preventing me from saying anything else.
Even though I comforted myself by telling myself that my allies in the mortal plane, the Hades, and the Holy Light Faction wouldn't just watch as this situation worsened, and even though I had already prepared a backup plan for my bloodline, I was still shaken by my many emotions.
The next second, I also made up my mind. I had accumulated enough ice and snow, and this was my trump card for victory. I absolutely had to end this battle as soon as possible.
I took a deep breath and stabbed my ice and snow magic sword into the snowy ground, causing the snowy plains to begin boiling.
"Let's begin. Zero's march. "
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