The duel between the Saint and the Sword Duke.
On that day, didn’t a part of the mountain range that the Holy Kingdom boasted collapse?
One cannot survive.
It was an obvious conclusion. No matter how much one tries to repair the flesh, if the body vanishes without a trace, revival is impossible.
It was a strike that pulverized mountains.
There was no way a mere human body could withstand it.
It was a fact everyone knew. Nevertheless, the man, for some reason.
Stood in place, propping himself with his sword on the ground.
His chest swelled and subsided, stabilizing the man’s breathing. He closed his eyes, and soon directed the sword tip forward.
The screams that had been echoing from various places subsided.
It was scary, and they wanted to flee.
But strangely, all the crowds numbering in the tens of thousands were fixated on the man.
A storm is approaching.
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The Saintess was watching the standoff between the two men with…