Suddenly there was a tremor, and I followed the sound, which was the heart of the warrior, and the huge sound stirred the huge body, and he stood up, drew the weapon stuck in the ground, and held it tightly in his right hand, in front of me, his eyes could not be seen.

Instead of fear, a wave of respect welled up from within, and the man I faced began to wield his halberd and slam it down on my shield. I was stunned, amazed, and slid back a few steps to hold on, the blow making my hands tingle. The reason for this is that I still don't know why I am the enemy, he who does not speak, and his complex self.

The halberd stabbed forward with the rotation of the entire right arm, shaking the water on the ground, and at the same time the point carved into the shield caused me to lose my balance and almost collapse, and had to retreat again. But he gave chase, jumped up, and without thinking, I rolled and tried to dodge, but I was still shaken.

A warrior as mighty as he must be one against one hundred on the battlefield, I thought, almost completely forgetting that I was still fighting. Slowly got up and regained his shield and sword. He likewise turned to face me, refusing to give up.

Although I felt a little powerless, as if I was tired at the moment of life and death, it seemed to be a call from my bones, which made me regain my enthusiasm. I didn't want to fall down yet, I didn't want to die so early, I wanted to know why I wanted to know all this, I held the sword in both hands, swung it, and struck it with the halberd.

His strength shook my hands numbly, shook my heart, and shook my soul. But I was still here, and when I stood firm, I flicked off the halberd, and while he was gathering his body, I quickly stepped forward and followed with a sword with a backhand, slashing at his armor, breaking through the white shell, and there was something flowing in it, awakening the true disgust and fear in my heart.

Before he could finish it, the warrior swung his free left hand to grab me, rolling and dodging, and the halberd stabbed again, and I paced away, swinging a sword again, cracking the armor in his back, and something almost pouring out. The warrior brandished his halberd, and before he had time to dodge, he was hit and sent to the other side, where there was a vacancy in the arena, and my head hung in mid-air.

I could see the snowy mountains, and the cold wind calmed me down. Although he is a burly warrior, although he is extremely powerful, with patience, I will definitely find a way to defeat him. Damn, it hurts, I stood up holding my belly to the punch. The warrior jumped up again, and I rolled inward, getting back to my feet, holding my sword in both hands again.

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Wielding the sword, the sword and the halberd collided again, the sound was even louder, and the heart that was wiped and gilded, let me cut the halberd, and slashed upward, aiming at the neck, and the blade of the sword passed through the armor, and slashed at something, but I could not go further, as if I was blocked by something. Cursing for not thinking, I was overturned by the halberd that had been lifted, and rolled over with all the force to the warrior's back, and slashed with great force before he could turn around.

So, I witnessed something, the pitch-black thing poured out from behind his body, turning into a giant serpent with red eyes, firmly occupying his upper body, and a white bare paw hatched. The head of the snake opened its mouth to rush towards me, and the rolling luck escaped, and the heavy halberd seemed extremely deadly at this time, and rolled again, but the bulky body was not called to dodge, could not dodge farther, was hit fiercely, and flew up.

I collapsed beside the huge coffin, and began to regret that I had woken up the warrior, that I had come back to my own awakening, that it was the most stupid thing to do, and that now I had driven myself to a dead end, should I be thrown into the coffin again? At least do something more?

I got up, the snake's head slammed into me, swung its sword, but it slid over my body, what did it feel? I don't know, I don't know, but I have an instinctive impulse. Tumbling to the other side, the snake's tail struck me in the back, and the slender body, equally painful, reluctantly flipped its body over and faced the monster head-on.

It opened its mouth again to swallow me whole, and with the last of its strength, threw the flamming pot out, exploding right in its mouth. It twisted as if in pain, sending the warrior backwards, but the halberd stuck in the ground, stopping something. Does the warrior no longer attack himself, but fights with it, with what remains of his consciousness? Both hands grabbed the upper and lower jaws of the snake, and broke them apart hard, little by little, revealing the snake's bright red mouth.

I didn't know what he was conscious of, but I knew that if I didn't do something about it, I would die here, and threw the remaining pot of flames, flames and explosions one after another, making the snake's struggle and roar even more frenzied, and finally calmed down and shrank into the warrior's body. That's when I realized why he had forked the spiral sword into his heart.

The warrior maintained his last posture of resistance, and disappeared, countless white smokes poured into my body, and I felt something ignited in my body, and the whole person was full of power, and the bonfire appeared where the warrior restrained himself, burning brightly.