*Clank*

*Clink*

*Swoosh!*

Two black-robed figures were slashing, stabbing, slicing in a similar rhythm. Their faces underneath the hood weren't either exhausted or pained, instead dead coldness without any injuries in their bodies.

Against them was a black-haired figure who was moving his silver spear as fast as he could, every now and then, the swords almost struck him, but just in the nick of time, he managed to either block, dodge or parry.

Ichiro didn't look as relaxed as First and Second Order. He had to make every move perfectly; otherwise, he wouldn't only get cut; he is certain that he would lose a limb, or worse, his life from a single mistake.

He has tried to use Weakness Detection eye, but it was, of course, useless. Even though it should help, unfortunately, it doesn't work against skilled opponents who know what they are doing.

He has carefully planned everything so far before he goes for his finishing moves and hopes that it will be enough to kill them, but it is very difficult when he has been on the defensive end since the start.

Ichiro knew that this couldn't be going forever, and he had to be on the attacking end!

The spear started feeling heavier on his arms as he unleashed another percent of Spearless' true strength. He has no other way than use the power of Spearless to push his attackers behind.

First Order did a perfect-looking slash straight towards Ichiro's abdomen, while Second Order moved at in same time and stabbed the sword forwards, the target was Ichiro's heart.

Ichiro would usually dodge these kinds of pincer moves, but this time, he has to counter-attack!

Even though the spear was heavy as a mountain, it could still be moved with unnaturally fast movements, which should be impossible.

He used his two hands and started spinning the spear around, which looked quite dangerous from the First and Second Order's perspective.

They thought about abandoning at first, but then their absolute confidence in their strength made sure for them that they were stronger than Ichiro.

They don't use Martial Arts, instead only pure strength and talent to defeat their opponents. They have neither learned swordsmanship nor any kind of Martial Arts, but still, they reached this high of a level with only pure strength.

This is why Ichiro's only way to win is his experience in Martial Arts and Spearsmanship, which he received from System.

The spear kept spinning, and soon the swords were right in front of Ichiro.

Suddenly, the tip of the spear's blade struck Second Order's sword, which deflected it enough to miss Ichiro's body completely.

Second Order lost his posture entirely, and that was enough for Ichiro to send a kick on his abdomen; it barely made any damage but pushed him five meters away.

First Order gritted his teeth and didn't stop his attack, and that was exactly what Ichiro wanted.

The spear's shaft blocked the sword strike, but First Order still thought that his strength should be enough to send Ichiro flying, but he wasn't aware that a soul was residing inside Spearless.

After the sword struck Spearless, Ichiro increased the strength output until the spear was too heavy for him to keep carrying, but now the spear was heavy enough to stop the sword completely.

''Grr!'' First Order trying to push the sword forwards, but to no avail, he felt like he was trying to push a mountain away from his path.

Ichiro, with the corner of his eyes, saw Second Order rushing towards him, and he was only 5 meters away, so he could arrive in a split second.

But... A smirk appeared on Ichiro's face as his eyes went bloodshot, and he unleashed his kick at First Order's abdomen.

First Order expected a move and was already ready to block it with his free arm.

''Killing Blow!'' Ichiro screamed, which sent chills on both First and Second Order's spine.

First Order instantly felt like something was amiss with this attack, but his overconfidence told him that he would be fine, but soon... His confidence crumbled to pieces after the kick struck his arms.

First, the kick broke his arms like they were toothpicks. His arms became a bloodied mess, but that wasn't the end.

The kick hit its target, which was First Order's abdomen, and it didn't take long for his organs to rupture, and bones crack.

''PFTTTT!'' First Order spewed a mouthful of blood from his mouth, and his eyes bulged until they exploded into a bloody mess!

His teeth cracked, and his mouth was soon filled with blood.

''No!'' Second Order screamed as he witnessed his friend, who he has known for his whole life, dying right in front of him.

First Order fell down to the ground, and soon, a pool of blood appeared around him, while a streak of blood streamed down the ground of the courtyard, staining the grains in the color of red.

Ichiro reduced the strength output of the spear and aimed it straight towards Second Order, who slowly kneeled down next to First Order's body.

He grabbed his hand, which was still warm, and started silently sobbing.

Ichiro didn't move and didn't get distracted. His palms started to get sweaty, which was the result of warm air around the courtyard.

Second Order wiped his tears and stood up with a face that was cold enough to freeze anyone to death, ''Previously... This wasn't personal, but now... This is personal, and I will enjoy killing you very much.''

''If you plan to kill someone, you must also be prepared to die,'' Ichiro said with a coldness that made even Second Order surprised.

Only someone who has killed many can have such coldness in their tones.

''... What are you?'' Second Order narrowed his eyes and grabbed the hilt of his sword tighter. He has a hunch that the young man isn't a stranger to killing and might have even more kills under his belt than he has.

This is surprising because he is sure that the black-haired young man has not entered the Age of Growth yet!

''The one that will kill you.'' Ichiro's bone-chilling voice was heard in the dark night and then... He swung his spear and only a streak of silver was seen....