Martial Arts Worlds-Chapter 840: Halberd vs. Sword

"...How can this be... The Seal of the Unlimited has been broken this effortlessly... Is this the power of the True Gods?"

Sacrael’s eyes shook in fright.

The rest of the Bulwarkians were also shrinking back in fear and were slowly making their way over to the stairs.

In that moment, Kiernan raised his gaze at them and lifted the halberd effortlessly with one hand.

"RUN!"

Sacrael shouted, and they started running towards the stairs, but the halberd was already swinging.

"Iron Armament Style, The Sundering!"

The halberd sliced through the running Bulwarkians as if carving a cake, and they were still in a state of shock when their bodies were falling down to the ground.

Sacrael blinked his eyes couple of times before he stopped moving altogether, and his heart stopped.

And just like, ten strongest warriors of the Bulwark Tribe died in some random basement in random Bulwark City.

Boooom!

The basement exploded. The roof was blown off. The house above the basement collapsed in on itself, leaving nothing but rubble and smoke in its wake.

In that moment, Kiernan jumped through the rubble and hovered high above the City of Bulwarkians with the halberd in hand.

The city was less technologically advanced than the rest of the world, and the roads were still dirt and the buildings made of stone.

’That tribe chief must’ve wanted to do the ceremony here, and use all these people as sacrifice to become Martial God.

’There are a couple of ways to become Martial God and it looks like he chose the bloody way.’

Kiernan looked down to the ground, and saw Raqe climbing out of the rubble with his face smashed.

He softly landed next to him.

"Ugh... Argh... Ptui..."

Raqe turned around with bloody face, angrily looked at Kiernan, and it was anger that came straight from frustration.

The feeling of absolute powerlessness.

He’d been living all his life as being hailed as the greatest genius to come from the tribe—Ever!—and everyone been trying to curry favor with him.

They all knew that one day he would be standing in the doorsteps of Martial God.

And if they stayed with him and became part of his close circle, they would be enormously benefit from him.

Raqe never had lack of money or women. He always got everything he wanted.

And it seemed pretty obvious that he would become Martial God and start his conquering journey with Bulwark Tribe.

Yet.

Here he was currently.

Bleeding in the ground. The face broken from multiple places.

The anger burning in his heart came from the fact that he hated Kiernan, but he couldn’t do anything about it.

The strength difference between the two of them was simply something that he couldn’t overcome.

A crushing defeat!

"This is for Sabbath."

Kiernan lifted halberd, and struck him down. The head of Raqe rolled down to the ground before coming to a stop next to a pile of rocks.

Thump... Thump... Thump...

In that moment, Metsudo walked out of the rubble, and brushed off the dust from his breezy-looking trousers.

"Well, this is rather interesting. That summoning helped us to escape the One-Versus-One realm, which is the first time for me.

"I can still feel that realm existing over where we fought, and I cannot summon another one before that disappears.

"I guess that realm still thinks that we are inside that place... Thus, it will only disappear when one of us dies."

Metsudo laughed.

"...I am ready to continue if you are."

Kiernan said while looking at the beautiful halberd in his hands.

"I am—"

Metsudo didn’t finish his sentence before Kiernan had already swung the halberd straight at him with a rageful swing.

Metsudo pressed his sword against the halberd’s blade, and parried the attack with a swift motion.

The blade of the halberd struck ground, and split it in half. A large crevice appeared on the street, and dust and debris flew into the air, clouding their vision.

"...Ahhh!"

"...Ruuuun!"

A distance away, the frightened-looking Bulwarkian citizens were running away from the sight of the battle.

They were ordinary citizens, but still, they definitely had the blood of the Bulwarkians running down their veins.

They were all big. Even women. With bodies like bodybuilders, big buttocks, big breasts, and ugly faces.

"Hahahahaha!"

Metsudo spread his arms wide as if he were enjoying this moment greatly, and his laughter echoed throughout the city.

"This is good...Very good... Let’s fight to the fullest, Kiernan!"

Metsudo swung his sword with force.

With nimble fingers, Kiernan twirled the halberd back into his hand, and he swung it towards the sword.

The halberd’s blade and Metsudo’s sword clashed.

Dooooooooom~

Metsudo’s eyes glinted, and at that moment, he jumped over the halberd and smashed his knee into Kiernan’s face.

Boom!

Kiernan got flung backwards, flying across the land of the Bulwarkians, and he eventually crashed into the ground at the outskirts of the city.

With a blank expression, he looked at the bright sky and let out a long sigh.

’My life had truly changed. Fighting against Gods, visiting Heavens, and talking shit to Death himself.

’A couple of days ago, before the start of the Feast of the Gods, I remembered the past... The days in Irio.

’With Julian, playing games back at home... Then training martial arts under an oak tree... and falling asleep while staring at that poster of Mephisto Acheron in my room.

’The good old days... I want to return back to those peaceful days... However, it looks like I still have a long way to go until then.

’I will not stop, though.’

Kiernan stood up, picked up the halberd from the ground, and slowly walked down the street, dragging the halberd behind him.

In the buildings near him, the Bulwarkians closed the curtains, locked the doors, and flipped their lights off.

"Whooooo!"

At that moment, Metsudo appeared on the end of the street, running towards him with a big smile on his face.

"Let’s keep fighting till one of us is DEAD!"

Metsudo whipped his sword down, and Kiernan met it with the shaft of his halberd, and the two forces collided.

Doooom~ CRACK!

The ground under them shattered, and a shockwave rippled outwards.

"Haaaaaaah!"

Kiernan grabbed the halberd with both hands and clashed with the sword with the sparks flying.

In the middle of the street, with the Bulwarkians spying through small gaps between their curtains, the battle between the two warriors raged on with no end in sight.

With fluidity, Kiernan was swinging the halberd as if it wasn’t the heaviest weapon in the entire world.

To him, it was as light as an ordinary short sword would be.

Metsudo smiled happily while swinging his sword, and they repeatedly clashed, their weapons creating a beautiful dance with no end in sight.

Cling! Cling! Cling! Cling!

"Aaargh!"

Kiernan swung the halberd, but Metsudo flipped over it, and while spinning in the air, he waved his sword at him.

The blade neared Kiernan’s neck, but at the last possible moment, he pulled his head back, narrowly avoiding his head getting sliced off.

"Close~"

Metsudo smiled.

"No, you weren’t!"

Kiernan moved the halberd after Metsudo, and he wasn’t quite ready for it, and he put the sword in front of it.

Acting like his sword could block the full force of the halberd.

However.

When the halberd smashed into his sword, Metsudo got sent flying through the buildings and landed who knows where.

"Huff... Huff... Huff..."

Kiernan breathed heavily.

Buzz~ Buzz~ Buzz~

At that moment, his phone started vibrating, and Kiernan, with a raised eyebrow, pulled out his phone from his pocket.

He was receiving a phone call from Aoi.

"Hello?"

Kiernan placed the phone against his ear, and from the other side of the phone, he heard a long sigh of relief.

"You’re alright... The two of you suddenly disappeared... Are you alright? Where are you currently, and are you fine?"

"...Yeah, but I am still fighting. I’ll be back by lunch, okay?"

Kiernan asked.

"Oh... Okay... Be safe... I love you..."

"I love you too."

Kiernan ended the call, pocketed the phone, and looked at the destroyed building, where Metsudo was walking back from.

"You have a family?"

Metsudo asked.

"...A wife and daughter."

Kiernan said.

"How old is your daughter?"

"...I suppose she is nine years old now."

Kiernan said.

"Oh... That means we kept you captive during the birth of your daughter and most of her life."

Metsudo chuckled.

"Yes, you guys did. I am sure you can understand the burning rage that I am currently holding back because of that."

Kiernan said coldly.

He was trying to keep his emotions in check as losing control of his emotions could mean certain death.

"Yeah, I do. Black Knights were my family, and you killed all of them. I think you can also understand how pissed I am."

Metsudo smiled.

"You don’t seem very pissed."

Kiernan said.

"Trust me... I am... Absolutely fuming!"

Metsudo laughed, and the two of them clashed again—halberd against the sword—and the sound of their fighting were even louder than thunderclaps.