Anime Crossover: My Cheat Code is Myself

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With this belief, and in the daily pursuit of delivering a fatal blow faster and more accurately than his opponents, Brian developed his own unique martial art – Instant Flash.

But he did not stop there.

After millions of repetitive sword-wielding practices, this move has reached a state of perfection, to the point where after a strike, not even a drop of blood remains on the blade.

This technique must have reached the realm of gods!

At least that's what Brian thinks.

Therefore, he named this refined martial art "Divine Flash".

The ability to see everything and ensure that one's sword blade never deviates from the target's range, coupled with slashes so fast that they are imperceptible to others, makes it impossible to dodge the Divine Flash.

These two moves combined constitute Brian's ultimate secret technique.

Secret Sword - Tiger's Fall Flute!

Won!

The instant he swung his sword—no, even earlier, when his opponent had one foot in his territory—Brian was already mentally cheering for another victory that was about to be won.

However, before that joy could even begin to blossom in my heart, it was replaced by another emotion.

"How, how is it possible..."

The words were almost squeezed out of his throat in a breathy voice, so faint that even Brian himself could barely hear them.

But the emotions that swept through his heart were undeniable.

It wasn't the taste of defeat.

He had already experienced this feeling several years ago and digested it as motivation to move forward. Even if he went through it again, it would only be like hammering a few more times in the process of forging steel to remove more impurities.

But now, this feeling is as if the iron block has been melted down and thrown into the cold seawater, turning into a shapeless lump of scrap iron.

In short, it will become pure waste and can no longer be forged into a sharp weapon.

Perhaps it should be called despair?

Two slender, jade-like fingers were now joined together on the longsword that Brian had painstakingly purchased from a foreign land, a weapon whose power rivaled that of magic.

It was as gentle as plucking a flower petal when he brought his index finger and thumb together, yet it gripped the long knife like a pair of pliers.

Even though Brian tried his best, whether he continued to slash forward, pulled back, or even swayed left and right, although the blade bent and deformed due to its toughness, it remained completely still.

It made him feel like he wasn't competing with someone, but trying to pull up an entire mountain.

More importantly, the opponent did not clamp the blade from the front edge, but instead completely reversed their wrist and pinched the back of the blade from behind!

In other words, it didn't predict the trajectory of the blade's slash, but rather caught up directly, surpassing the speed of his prized Divine Flash.

"Oh my, Cocytus seems to have a few of these types of weapons, but the difference in skill between the users is like night and day, so it's impossible for Arlins to feel even the slightest bit wary."

Shalltear yawned, one hand gripping the back of her knife, the other covering her mouth, as if she'd been bored by the other's uninteresting performance.

"Now you should understand the gap between you and me, right? I've given you the chance, so hurry up and use your martial arts skills."

Brian, upon hearing and understanding what the other person was saying, felt as if he had been hit on the back of the head with a hammer, his mind going completely blank.

He has always considered himself a genius.

He was originally just an insignificant farmer, but the moment he grasped a weapon, he suddenly discovered that he possessed abilities far exceeding those of ordinary people—

—Swordsmanship.

From then on, it was unstoppable.

He had never suffered a more serious injury than a scratch on the battlefield, and before meeting the current Kingdom Warrior Captain Gödev-Stronov, he had never experienced a single defeat.

Even after being defeated by Gazeta, he quickly adjusted his mindset.

He grew stronger through tireless efforts and created new martial arts techniques, preparing to wash away the shame of defeat.

But at this moment, he encountered a setback that far exceeded failure by a hundredfold; it was a despair as if his entire life had been completely negated.

It made him feel suffocated, as if he couldn't breathe.

Looking at Brian, whose face was ashen and whose hands and feet were trembling slightly for some reason, Shalltear frowned slightly and loosened her grip on the back of the knife.

Dang clang——

The long knife, which Brian usually treasured and polished daily, made a crisp sound when it fell to the ground.

However, this action made Shalltear even more unhappy.

"After witnessing the absolute difference in skill, are you thinking of giving up immediately? No way, Arlins~ If you give up without letting me see your martial arts skills, I'll tear you to pieces."

"You monster—"

The words that reached his ears, as if they were murderous and soul-crushing, pierced Brian's chest like sharp swords, making him unable to help but curse.

But the curse seemed like a compliment, bringing a radiant, innocent smile to Shalltear's face, like a blooming flower.

"Oh, is that so? Now you understand? I am a cruel, cold-blooded, and ruthless—yet also a monster that people pity."

As she spoke, Shalltear gracefully jumped back a step, returning to the position she had initially held when facing Brian.

"If you understand this, quickly pick up your weapons and go all out without holding back!"

"You should be almost ready by now."

The exact same lines as before made Brian feel a surge of anger.

Unfortunately, that one blow was enough for him to realize the gap in skill.

There was absolutely no way for me to defeat my opponent; I had not even the slightest hope. Therefore—

—Should we run away?

The thought, once it took hold, instantly seized Brian's entire mind like a wildfire spreading across the plains.

Brian didn't think running away was shameful. Survival was more important. If he couldn't win, he would run away and find a way to avenge himself later.

Because Brian felt that he still had room to become stronger.

However, if Brian wants to escape, there is one problem he must face.

That is the absolute difference in physical abilities between the two sides.

Even with all her might using both hands, she couldn't even pry open two of the other person's fingers. There was no doubt that running away would only result in being caught up and, as she had said, being torn to pieces.

So, if you want to escape, the only way is to find a way to slow down the opponent's movement speed?

Thinking of this, Brian forced himself to stop his trembling hands, bent down to pick up the long knife from the ground, and at the same time glanced at Shalltear's feet as if he were not paying attention.

Although she was wearing high heels, she was still, or rather, made even more beautiful by them.

It's like an artifact that only noble gentlemen could afford.

Even Brian, who has never been interested in women and whose heart is only set on drawing his sword, couldn't help but linger for a few seconds.

More importantly, his ankle was even thinner than his own wrist. If it was that thick, even if the monster's skin and bones were quite tough, it should be able to cut through it!

Moreover, with the attack point so low, it would be slightly more difficult to block the attack like before.

Having decided on his next plan, Brian sheathed his sword again, assuming the same posture as before.

Although he had already failed once, the Secret Sword Tiger Falling Flute was still his strongest attack. Choosing other moves was not as good as this one, and its speed and power were far inferior.

Despite having decided to sever her ankle, Brian's gaze remained fixed on Shalltear's neck before he could launch his attack.

This is a deception tactic.

He relies on his senses in the martial arts field to aim at the target, which has little to do with his eyesight. Even with his eyes closed, he will never deviate from the target by even half an inch.

Therefore, relying on line of sight to make the enemy misjudge the part you are aiming at is a perfectly reasonable tactic.

"—Alright, let's begin!"

Shalltear repeated what she had said before, as if nothing had happened, and continued to stroll leisurely toward Brian.

Although the steps were exactly the same as before, Brian's feelings were completely opposite.

The more eagerly the other person was to step into your territory last time, the more you wish they would never step into it now.

What a cowardly idea.

While inwardly chuckling, Brian counted the other person's steps.

Three steps, two steps, one step—

—The Secret Sword Tiger Falls with the Flute!

His gaze was fixed on Shalltear's slender, white neck, which made him want to kiss and lick it intimately. Under the illumination of the magical perpetual light, the long sword in his hand once again transformed into a white light like lightning.

laugh--

A sharp, explosive sound rang out again, even more piercing than before.

Under immense mental pressure, Brian even broke through his previous limits. He could clearly sense that this strike, in terms of speed, power, and precision, had reached an unprecedented level.

Wow!

The hope of escape fueled Brian's inner roar.

However, just as Brian sensed the blade about to touch the delicate, white ankle exposed beneath the girl's skirt—

—But the hilt of the knife broke off from Brian's hand.

Danglanglang——

The crisp metallic sound, like a thunderclap, shook Brian's soul.

Of course, it wasn't because my hands were shaking from being so scared that I couldn't hold the knife properly—that's a ridiculous reason.

The reason it fell was simply because the blade was stepped on by a high heel, and the impact made Brian lose his grip on the knife.

However, for Brian, who believed that he would have a chance to take revenge and wipe away his shame after escaping, this was perhaps something he was even less willing to face.

He only realized this when he saw the other person's foot stepping on the back of the knife.

They couldn't even tell when the other person lifted their foot or when they put it down.

This shows that even in the realm that one is proud of and arrogant enough to perceive everything, one still cannot detect the slightest movement of the other party.

We can't win, absolutely...

Still so weak. Even if they realize the gap, are they still unwilling to give it their all?