Shane stared at Rivale's maddened eyes, his mind never clearer than at this mont.
'Think fast. Is there any other way to save our lives... how can we survive!'
Ahead of him, Rivale's gaze swept over the longsword in Shane's hand before settling on Frieren, a flicker of excitent flashing in his eyes.
"Co. Let's have a proper fight."
As soon as he spoke, his body moved. The battle axe in his hand, driven purely by brute force, tore through the air with a fierce gale as it ca crashing down.
At that very instant, sothing in Shane's mind seed to click.
He reacted instantly, grabbing Frieren and activating [Sprint (Blue/Rare)], retreating at high speed while reaching toward his waist…
"Frieren, bind him. At least one second."
Their coordination was already flawless. Before his words had even fully fallen, Frieren had acted. Binding magic was cast in an instant—golden chains shot out and wrapped around Rivale's arm.
Clink—clatter—tight!
The chains constricted instantly, forcibly slowing his movent by a fraction.
Facing Frieren's interference, Rivale's smile didn't fade. He pressed forward through the restraint without hesitation.
Overwhelming strength breaks all techniques.
He had that confidence.
At the sa ti Frieren moved, Shane pulled out a small bean from his waist. His ntal energy was focused to its peak as a line of faint gray text surfaced on the bean::
[Osteoporosis (Gray/Inferior)]: Bone strength greatly reduced, brittleness increased, highly prone to fractures.
This was the rare gray attribute he had deliberately kept.
Extract!
A dull gray speck of light appeared before him, then instantly shot toward Rivale, who was charging in.
Attribute Reforging!
The gray streak flashed past in an instant.
Already slowed by Frieren's binding magic, Rivale didn't notice the insignificant glimr rging into his body.
"Be honored. The one who kills you… is the strongest warrior of the demon race."
The silver gleam of the battle axe bore down with terrifying force. Shane gritted his teeth and raised his sword to et it.
[Blade Vortex]
This was his first ti using this attribute.
In an instant, ghostly blades materialized around him, spinning and carving through the air as they collided with Rivale's axe.
Clang clang clang—
Blade afterimage after blade was shattered by the axe.
Rivale's assault did not slow.
Whoosh.
Frieren's defensive magic rose in front of them.
But while defensive magic had perfect resistance against magic, its ability to block physical attacks was far from absolute.
Boom—
The axe slamd into the barrier with a teeth-gritting impact. Frieren was sent flying back instantly. Shane reacted quickly, catching her as they both staggered backward.
Having just cast the spell to block the attack, Frieren suffered heavy backlash. Her hands trembled violently—she couldn't even lift her staff.
This was the terror of a warrior.
Even with defensive magic, a fragile mage could never truly contend head-on. A powerful body was the purest form of overwhelming stats.
Rivale grinned arrogantly, dragging his axe forward step by step.
"Oh? Still holding on, huh."
"Not bad. Quite interesting. Of all the people I've eaten, you struggle the most."
"Be proud. I'll turn you into my nourishnt—you'll beco part of the strongest warrior in this world."
He drew back his body, laughing as he prepared to launch a second attack.
Then—
Sothing unexpected happened.
Crack.
A faint, almost imperceptible sound echoed from within Rivale's body.
Arms, spine, hips, ankles…
Every bone in his body seed to cry out in pain all at once.
He lifted his head in shock, staring at Shane and Frieren in disbelief.
That single glance was enough.
Shane knew—the plan had worked.
Relief flooded his chest. He gripped his sword and stepped forward calmly.
"From this mont on… offense and defense… switch."
Rivale was instantly enraged by Shane's tone and attitude.
"You brat! You think tricks like this can defeat ?! Just cheap, cunning magic!"
Before his roar even ended, his axe ca crashing down again.
But as he forced his strength—
Crack crack crack—
More fractures rang out inside his body.
His movents froze. Even the arm lifting the axe trembled uncontrollably, like a frail old man forcing himself to swing.
Shaking. Unsteady.
The effects of [Osteoporosis (Gray/Inferior)] were tearing his body apart.
The skeleton he once took pride in—hard as steel—and the violent strength of his muscles were collapsing before the naked eye.
Even so, Shane didn't take the attack head-on.
The outco wasn't certain yet. He remained cautious.
Activating [Sprint (Blue/Rare)], he darted around Rivale, constantly shifting positions, never allowing him to close the distance.
anwhile, Rivale had long lost his original speed. Even without Frieren's binding magic, he couldn't even touch the edge of Shane's clothes.
"You brat—will you only run?!"
Crack—
As another swing missed, a sharp, grating fracture echoed.
Rivale's right arm snapped violently, bending at a horrifying angle.
Clang.
The axe fell to the ground.
He stared at his broken arm in disbelief. Rage instantly dyed his eyes crimson. He couldn't accept that he had been outplayed by so inexperienced brat!
In his fury, Rivale raised his left fist, gathering strength, and punched toward Shane.
Shane raised his sword to block.
Bang!
Fist t blade.
Shane's sword shattered instantly, the broken tip spinning through the air.
At the sa ti, a terrifying shade of purple instantly crawled onto Rivale's fist, rapidly climbing up his arm until it covered it entirely.
"This is… you—"
The [Suspicious Poison] attribute had activated.
Lucky. It was "muscle Stiffness." At the sa ti, the paralysis effect from [Electrocution (Blue/Rare)] stacked on top of it.
The [Tornt] attribute triggered imdiately, dealing continuous damage—reducing 1% of the target's current HP every second.
What was most absurd was that under this continuous damage, both [Suspicious Poison] and [Electrocution] kept triggering again and again.
From the system's perspective, continuous HP loss counted as repeated "hits."
At this point, Rivale had completely lost any ability to kill Shane and Frieren.
He collapsed to the ground, struggling unwillingly—whether trying to escape or to continue fighting, even he didn't know.
Shane and Frieren stepped forward. They exchanged a glance, then without hesitation, both raised their weapons—
Finishing blow.
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