The indomitable black sword.

The black sword that regards death as home.

The all-consuming black sword.

Unique black sword.

The unrivaled black sword.

Black sword.

And his...sword?

"No!"

In rapid breathing, Lausanne II returned to reality, his eyes refocused, and his tone was firm and conclusive:

"Not that sword."

Nor is it his unique finishing power.

It's not even a treasure skill in some knight novels that can reshape one's body and change one's fate against the will of heaven.

Lausanne II’s attitude became more and more certain:

he knows.

Because he had fought with that man with swords, risked his life, and fought to the death.

That's why he knew and was convinced.

Compared to external objects and external forces...

"That's who he is."

The ultimate killer is categorical and unquestionable.

Just himself.

Only the black sword.

Just a black sword.

That's all.

"What? What yourself?" Belicia didn't understand.

But Lausanne II did not answer. He just stared at the dark ceiling.

Others won't understand.

Even people who are also extreme masters will not understand.

Lausanne II has a determined look.

But he can understand.

The killer suddenly laughed.

"I don't know if he got stronger because of it."

Lausanne II continued.

His expression returned to calmness and his tone returned to calmness, as if he was recounting an experience that had nothing to do with him.

"But what's different from before is that when we fight again this time, my hands are shaking and my sword is wailing."

His heart was once again withered, broken, chaotic, and confused.

and eventually extinguished.

Belicia frowned: "Why?"

Lausanne II slowly raised his eyes.

"No reason."

He did not answer directly, but just looked at Belicia in front of him and the reflection in her pupils.

"A long, long time later, when I picked up the sword again after losing everything, I finally understood."

The Extreme Killer is extremely calm:

"That night, I was destined to lose."

"No matter whether you poisoned or not, whether there was Little Knife and Fogg's betrayal on the outside, whether there was Red Viper's escape, whether there was Turnbull's fierce betrayal, whether there was Black Sword's breakthrough, extraordinary

Performance, no matter whether there is the tremor when I stabbed the last sword, whether there is the rain hitting my face, no matter how many excuses other than the so-called 'real strength'..."

Belicia's eyebrows moved.

"I'm always going to lose."

Lausanne II closed his eyes.

"I just feel hesitant in my heart and am no longer decisive..."

"The moment I took that drop of blood and thought about how to use this second chance..."

The moment a swordsman begins to consider his retreat...

But the moment he had the privilege of "cheating"...

Compared to his opponents...

Lausanne II raised the corners of his mouth, showing a relieved and helpless smile:

"I just lost."

He is destined to fall from the peak, to be defeated by the indomitable Black Sword, and to become a stepping stone for his opponent to reach the extreme realm.

"So I died."

Lausanne II said quietly.

the second time.

Or...more than the second time?

That night, among the three people who rushed to the decisive battle, Turnbull was thinking about life.

And he, Lausanne II himself, was not willing to die.

Only the third person is heading towards death from beginning to end.

Only death.

Seek life from death.

Belicia was silent as she listened, while the killer himself, who witnessed the incident, had no expression on his face.

So Black Sword won.

To win that match, all three parties were pitted one against two. It was a back-and-forth duel with all their cards drawn. It was a bloody battle that not only tested willpower and technology, but also tested spirit and endurance.

Even if the win is very risky.

Even if the price is heavy.

He killed all his competitors and conquered his own people.

Became the only survivor standing to the end.

Witness the end of the rainy night.

Witness the dawn of the abandoned house.

Witness the decline of the Blood Bottle Gang.

and the rise of the Black Street Brotherhood.

The lights flickered, and after an unknown amount of time, Belicia sighed quietly, breaking the uncomfortable silence.

"I guess what's bothering you is Old Turnbull's puzzling betrayal that night?"

The woman rubbed the cigarette in her hand and looked at the captive on the ground.

"I would definitely be very curious. The ambush of the Black Sword and the annihilation of the Brotherhood were supposed to be initiated and led by Turnbull and were in line with the interests of the Blood Bottle Gang. However, as the leader of the gang, he was the first to rebel..."

"That night."

Lausanne II, who was lost in thought, suddenly spoke and interrupted her:

"That night, before setting out to kill the Black Street Brotherhood, he told all of us the story of 'no wine in the bottle' for no reason."

There is no wine in the bottle.

There is no king in the country.

Every story has its moral.

"I think, given Turnbull's character, he must have planned it a long time ago, and he may even have seen through it a long time ago."

Belicia was slightly startled.
To be continued...