CLANG! CRACK!
Van Buren precisely parried the desperate counterattack.
The terrifying Power contained within the bright silver Longsword was not fully deflected. Instead, it smashed down upon the rusty Iron Sword in Roland's hand like an invisible sledgehammer.
Unable to bear the force, the Iron Sword let out a mournful cry as its blade snapped in two.
The broken half of the blade went spinning toward the gloomy sky.
The immense impact tore open the flesh of Roland's hand, drenching it in blood. The force sent him staggering back several steps, leaving him wide open.
A crimson light flashed in Van Buren's eyes. He didn't hesitate for a second.
His decisive blade became a cold, silver flash of lightning, thrusting straight for Roland's undefended chest.
But the moment his weapon shattered, Roland's mind—pushed to its limit by [Concentration]—felt no panic. Instead, it sank into a strange state of serene clarity.
[A Knight Does Not Die Unarmed]!
