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Chapter 644: Chapter 644 - Legends Cross Paths



Broken stood on the second floor of the Tower of Trials.

The trial began. He spun his spear with precision, readying himself for the challenge ahead. In this trial, his task was simple yet unforgiving-survive without being hit. Various attacks and projectiles would come at him from unpredictable angles, testing his reflexes and skill. An arrow! He bent his body backward just in time, narrowly avoiding it as it whizzed past him.

A sword! It materialized and swung down from above. He spun on his heel, deflecting the blade with a parry of his spear.

An axe!

It spun toward him from behind with incredible speed. Broken tilted his head just enough, the blade whizzing past his cheek, so close he could feel the air shift.

Damn, that was close.

From below!

He sidestepped swiftly as a trap shot up from the floor, narrowly missing him.

This trial was relentless, designed to push his reflexes to their absolute limits. Every faint movement in his surroundings demanded his attention. Broken remained hyper-focused, his concentration so sharp.

The way he wielded his spear was vital-not just as a weapon, but as an extension of himself. Every block, deflection, and maneuver was a testament to his mastery and the trust he had in his skills.

Finally, the challenge was over.

Broken dropped his spear to the floor, his chest rising and falling as he exhaled deeply, the tension finally releasing from his body.

What was the result?

[Congratulations! You have successfully cleared the Tower of Trials 2nd Floor.]Nôv(el)B\\jnn

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[You have achieved an S score!]

[You have earned the reward: Phantom Shard.]

[A single-use item forged from condensed shadow essence. When activated, it releases a burst of obsidian smoke, cloaking the user in darkness and granting invisibility for 5 seconds. The perfect escape tool for when retreat is the only option. Once used, the shard crumbles into fine dust.]

Broken analyzed the item for a moment.

It was a single-use item, but undeniably valuable. This item had the ability to free someone from battle mode for five seconds-a crucial window for escape.

For someone like Broken, who needed the option to retreat to his pocket dimension, this was a perfect emergency tool. Absolutely essential.

Still, as expected, the reward item wasn't particularly extraordinary. Perhaps it was because this was only the lower floors, floor 2 at that. Surely, the rewards higher up would be far more impressive.

Even so, he felt more confident than ever in his Spear Mastery. The trial had reinforced his abilities, and he considered returning another time to repeat the challenge with a different weapon—perhaps a sword-to expand his versatility.

Satisfied after completing the 2nd floor, Broken exited the Unseen Universe of Moonlight and strolled through the city, accompanied by Yara. The orange-haired maid, with her boundless energy and cheerful demeanor, never failed to make him smile.

But something caught his attention-a crowd of people hurrying toward a single direction.

"What's happening over there, Yara?"

"It's the training ground, My Lord," she replied with a bright smile.

"The training ground?" Broken frowned, curious.

Why were both the city's residents and players rushing there?

Intrigued, Broken decided to follow the crowd. As he approached, people quickly stepped aside, clearing a path for him to pass.

When he arrived at the training ground, specifically the battle arena, he spotted two figures standing face-to-face, swords in hand.

"Orion?" Broken murmured in recognition.

The other figure, the one sparring with Orion... was a player?

"Frostedge?" he muttered.

Broken recalled a discussion from a few days ago in the guild chat, started by Elincia. It was about a well-known player reputed to be a Divine Champion and a Unique-grade class holder.

He had forgotten the man's name, but after quickly confirming it in the guild chat, the answer was clear-Frostedge was the player Elincia had been talking about.

It was no surprise that the players and townsfolk had gathered around the arena with such excitement. Their enthusiasm was evident in the way they watched the sparring match, completely engrossed.

Was this something that happened often?

Yara spoke up cheerfully. "My Lord, almost every day Lord Orion trains by sparring against the player named Frostedge."

"Oh, really? So, how does it usually end?"

"They fight without using skills, and only their swords. The winner is whoever can disarm their opponent first. And every single time they duel, Lord Orion always loses."

"Is that so?" Broken raised an eyebrow.

Broken knew that if he faced Orion in a full battle with skills and fully equipped gear, victory would likely be his. But even so, he couldn't deny the remarkable sword mastery Orion

possessed.

Orion was the kind of fighter who could hold his own even after exhausting his mana. His ability to conserve stamina and fight efficiently with pure technique made him a formidable

opponent.

Still, how skilled was this Frostedge with a sword? And to think, he wasn't even a pure swordsman-he was a magic sword fighter. A unique combination.

As the sparring match began, Broken watched with keen interest. The clash of their swords was swift and precise, each movement deliberate and fluid. Their footwork was masterful, almost like an intricate dance.

Broken could clearly discern the refined precision in both Orion and Frostedge's movements.

What truly caught his attention, however, was the look in Orion's eyes. The fiery glare of anger that usually defined him was absent. In its place was something far more striking, a

sharp focus.

Orion, whose pride stood as tall as the heavens, was willingly facing someone who had beaten him repeatedly. And not only that—he kept coming back every day for more. What had happened to push him this far?

The match didn't last long. With a swift and clean strike, Frostedge disarmed Orion. His sword flew into the air, spinning before embedding itself in the ground with a resonant thud. Frustrated, Orion stormed off, his expression dark with irritation. Frostedge, on the other hand, clasped his hands together and gave a slight bow.

The spectators erupted into applause, clearly satisfied with the match, though their eager expressions suggested they wouldn't mind seeing more action.

At that moment, the player known as Frostedge turned his gaze toward Broken and began walking in his direction.

Broken stepped forward as well, meeting him halfway.

This man was no ordinary player. His reputation had been solidified long before Broken had earned his Divine Champion status. Frostedge was a lone wolf, known for traveling from one place to another, rarely staying in any single location for too long.

But what exactly was he doing here? Of course, the fact that he had stayed in this place for several days suggested there was something specific he was working on.

Despite his solitary and enigmatic nature, there was nothing about Frostedge that felt

threatening.

As the two men faced each other, the crowd, comprised of both the city's residents and curious players, watched with attention.

"My name is Frostedge," the man said, bowing slightly in greeting. "I offer my respects to the Lord of this city. I apologize if my actions a few days ago caused any disruption, and I am

deeply grateful for your hospitality in allowing me to stay."

Broken responded with a smile, mirroring the gesture with a polite bow.

"I've heard much about you, Frostedge. My name is Broken, the Baron of this city. It is a privilege to welcome you to our home."