Unlike his sparring matches with Lise and the others, this was truly a fight to the death.
ââIt was enjoyable.
âYouâre smiling, Samuel.â
âYouâre the one whoâs smiling.â
âHehehehe.â
âHahaha.â
âHehehehe.â
âAhahahaha!â
Sam, enveloped in the Water God Fist, and Kurando, wielding his sword, continued their battle while laughing.
Even when cut, Sam never backed down and kept launching attacks.
Even the Sword Saint, far superior in skill, couldnât seem to deliver a lethal blow to the abnormally powerful, enhanced body.
Kurando continued his relentless assault, never ceasing his attacks.
He used his sword and sometimes his arm to deflect Samâs strikes, and whenever there was an opening, he sent slashes.
He was on edge, not allowing a single one of Samâs attacks to hit him. This was due to Samâs strength being far too high.
Though Kurando excelled in swordsmanship and was leading the battle, when it came to magic, he was only capable of using body-enhancing magic to a small extent.
In terms of defense and offense, he was greatly inferior to Sam.
He knew that just one effective strike could reverse the situation and lead to his defeat.
Thus, he never stopped moving his feet and continued swinging his sword.
(ââThis is bad. I donât have a winning strategy. My attacks arenât hitting, theyâre not reaching. This opponent is much more troublesome than I anticipated!)
Sam grumbled inwardly as he clashed with Kurando.
He couldnât even use his favored flight magic.
Powerful techniques were futile.
Though he knew it was naive, he still didnât want to use his skill.
(Continuing like this is not good.)
He was already covered in lacerations all over his body, and his clothes were soaked in blood.
Blood dripped onto the ground, staining the gravel red.
Kurandoâs body had patches of red as well. All of it was Samâs blood splatter.
âAh, damn it!â
Swinging his arm widely to distance himself from Kurando, Sam made a low leap to create space.
Kurando didnât pursue it.
Feeling he had been given a pass, Sam felt resentful.
âYour momentum is waning. I understand that youâre still not giving your all.â
âThen what do you want me to say?â
Kurando relaxed his stance and addressed Sam.
âLet me say it one last time. Fight me with the intent to kill.â
âThatâs my decision.â
âPerhaps youâre concerned about Mizuki and Kotomi, but thatâs unnecessary. To avoid turning this into a meaningless fight, I intentionally refrained from saying this, but Iâll tell you now to see your true intentions.â
âWhat?â
âAfter killing you, Iâll confess everything and die.â
(ââ!)
âFather!â
Shocked by the Sword Saintâs words, Sam was taken aback, and Mizukiâs voice trembled.
Lise and Hanae were left speechless by Kurandoâs sentiments.
Only GĂŒnther let out an uninterested snort.
âThatâs my apology to you, Samuel, and Lise. Itâs recompense for being ungrateful to His Majesty.â
âDoing something like that is more unnecessary than fighting!â
It was too absurd, too nonsensical.
If he was willing to fight to the point of self-sacrifice, he might as well not fight at all.
Samâs words perplexed Kurando.
âPerhaps. However, the battle has already begun. Besides, I cannot stop the fight.â
âWhat do you mean?â
Before Sam could voice his question, Kurando kicked the ground once more.
(ââI canât react!)
His movements were incomparable to anything before. Sam couldnât react.
âIâm serious now. Iâm going to kill you for real. Endure it.â
With a deadly intent in his words, Kurando unleashed a strike.
(ââThis isnât good)
Before he could even process his thoughts, the sword was swung down straight.
In an instant, the Sword Saintâs slash deeply tore through Samâs shoulder, chest, and leg.
âSam!â
Even more blood than before sprayed out, Sam collapsed, and Lise screamed.
âIs it over? Then Iâll finish it.â
Without a sound, Kurando stood beside him, his blade pointed down, and Sam resisted.
âââNo, not yet.â
Sam heightened his magical power, using his hand to deflect the pointed blade, and stood up.
He pressed his shoulder, taking deep breaths as he channeled magic into recovery.
(Oh, the bleeding wonât stop. Even though I poured all my magic into defense for an instant, damn it. So, this is the Sword Saint.)
Managing to staunch the bleeding somehow, he focused on recovering until he could ignore the pain.
(Heâs really a troublesome opponent. Besides Ur, heâs the first person to corner me to this extent.)
Grinning, Sam let out a chuckle.
âââHoh.â
Sam looked straight at the Sword Saint.
Facing him, it was clear he was strong even without fighting.
His accumulated sword techniques, experience, and everything surpassed Samâs current abilities.
However, it couldnât end here.
âItâs regrettable. Truly regrettable. I liked you. You were a good person, so I didnât want to kill you. But, itâs regrettable.â
The Sword Saint didnât move.
He watched with eyes full of anticipation, wondering what Sam would do.
âMizuki-sama, I apologize.â
ââŠSam.â
Apologizing to Kiyomi, who was watching the duel, Sam pointed at Kurando.
âSword Saint Kurando Amemiya, you are my enemy.â
âYes, thatâs correct.â
âI canât die here. I canât die for petty reasons like gratitude. I have someone I love, I want to make her happy. If I die here, Lise-sama will be sad. I canât let that happen.â
âThen, what will you do?â
âIâll kill you.â
With clear hostility and intent to kill, Sam locked eyes with Kurando, who smiled delightedly.
âIâm glad youâve finally resolved yourself. Now, letâs have the ultimate battle. A fight befitting the strongest swordsman and wizard of this country!â
âVery well.â
Sam heightened his magical power.
The strength of his magical power was so immense that Lise and the others watching could perceive it.
âââThis isâŠâ
Crimson magic began enveloping Sam.
His magical power expanded, growing to an almost explosive scale.
âTo this extent⊠what magnificent magical power.â