Reincarnated as incubus: I didn't mean to seduce you!

However, to make the history echoing type Dungeon align with the true history, all inconsistencies would be modified until they conformed with reality.

Just like now...

Old White's sword blade shook off countless specks of stardust, a terrifying impact spreading through his hand.

The power of the Death Chosen One was really strong, so much so that among the god-chosen ones participating in today's battle, it was definitely an extraordinary one.

But...

I am stronger!

Old White had such confidence, and indeed, it was so.

Especially since the sword had returned to his hands...

Old White's mouth corners unconsciously curled into a smile as he looked at his opponent, the Death Chosen One, a subtle smile appearing on his face.

Dealing with a Death Chosen One like this was indeed much easier than a Life Chosen One.

Grasping the sword in his hand once again, he could clearly feel the familiar power suffusing the blade, the vigor he once possessed during his youth.

And now, the Heart of the Sword within him, once so sharp, had lost its edge over time and concealed that once boisterous heart.

But, why?

When Old White once again swung the Longsword of old, what he unleashed was no longer the Heart of the Sword that was once "Hate Frenzy."

The turbulent Sword Maniac, after so many years of tempering, had lost most of its blade's sharpness, but upon calming down, one would realize that it had not weakened.

Gentle rain began to fall.

At that moment, the world seemed to freeze in an instant. If anyone had enough dynamic vision, they'd see that in that instant, White's slender sword shot straight out, despite its speed, only the low hum of the sword unsheathing could be heard.

The falling raindrops were suspended in mid-air, followed by a horizontal strike of the sword!

Under slow motion, the sword tip passed through a raindrop, but it didn't cut or deform. Instead, at the instant, it turned into a circle of expanding air.

Raindrops... turned into mist!

The air circle spreading from the mist made it seem as though the air had suddenly become the surface of a calm, unruffled lake, and as the sword tip passed through, it was as drops of rain on the lake, casting small ripples.

The extraordinarily slow motion transformed into extreme speed in that moment.

In earlier years, Sword Maniac battled using various Sword Skills that were readily at hand. Instead of saying that he was battling with Sword Skills, it was more fitting to say that he was slaughtering far and wide with the strength of his Legendary Stage.

Yes, young people always liked doing that—stunning feats with great power.

But now, everything had changed.

The Sword Skills that truly suited Old White had already taken shape, and in this instant, the Death Chosen One felt the concept named Death inexorably closing in on his body.

He hesitated not a moment as he attempted to retreat, swinging the Black Scythe, formed by the Power of Death, towards Old White.

And then...

It broke.

Along with the Black Scythe, the body of the Death Chosen One broke as well.

"How... can this be?"

The Death Chosen One gazed bewilderedly at his own body, his protective Divine Power acting as if it hadn't been ready to defend, instantly torn by an unusual force. His resilient body was riddled with uneven ruptures like it had been bombarded by heavy artillery.

Secret Sword: Ripper.

A personal Sword Skill developed by Old White, whose training method was simple but required the user to reach a basic physical standard.

Essentially, the operation of "Secret Sword: Ripper" involved using consciously controlled curses of varying densities within a localized area to create high-frequency vibrations in the sword itself—a type of swordsmanship.

To control "Secret Sword: Ripper," one needed a pair of strong, forceful hands as well as a decent talent for curse control.

Once those conditions were met, one could almost entirely replicate the fundamental "Secret Sword: Ripper."

Due to the characteristic of the Sword Skill itself, when swordsmen chose to launch attacks from the sword tip, the vibrational effect exerted there far surpassed the damage done by swinging the sword.

The effect of puncturing through with focus.

The repeated pulling effect of vibration.

The high wear on equipment by cursing powers.

The precise striking during consecutive attacks.

When all these elements came together, weapons or armor that appeared highly durable initially, just like metal being bent back and forth, would rapidly become brittle and dull, experiencing a situation akin to "metal fatigue."

Then, at the moment the next sword thrust arrived, the overwhelmed defense could no longer protect the Death Chosen One adequately, destroying his battle form on the spot.

"You wouldn't want to know what I'm planning to do."

Streams of Blood Flames spread over the Death Chosen One, giving him no chance to recover his body.

Ultimately, in terms of physical realms alone, Old White's strength still surpassed this Death Chosen One. Before the curse had corroded him, the Death Chosen One could still contend against Old White's curse bombardment with the special power of a god-chosen.

But... with his body now shattered, how could he possibly withstand the relentless bombardment of the Legendary Stage.

"You're not allowed to die yet. Bear with it for a while, it won't be long. If it were him (Kael), he would definitely not leave you any chance at all."

Old White's broad palm settled on his head: "The right of death is resisting your demise, but no worries, I never intended to kill you off that easily. You should be able to hold on a little longer, right?"