Seeing the relaxed smile on Garen's face, Gin, with his sharp senses, immediately caught the scent of danger.
Very soon, Gin sensed an abnormal disturbance in the air behind him, as though something was flying toward him.
Gin decisively gave up his control over Garen and sprang sideways, intending to evade the attack from the unidentified flying object behind him.
Garen merely chuckled and said:
"Don't go."
Gin's dodging body suddenly froze. He actually turned back without hesitation and launched a frontal attack against Garen, carrying the air of someone determined to perish alongside his enemy.
Gin was no weakling. At such close range, if he struck with everything he had, he could ensure a successful hit on one of Garen's vital points.
But Garen had no intention of dodging at all.
What he intended was to trade blood for a life.
Garen took Gin's blow head-on and, with strength far beyond his opponent's, ensured that Gin could not knock him back. Meanwhile, his right hand remained firmly pressed against Gin's chest and abdomen.
What came flying rapidly from behind Gin was nothing other than the greatsword Garen had just thrown.
The greatsword, seeking to return to its master's hand, encountered an obstacle during the final stage of its flight.
This obstacle was pressed at point-blank range against Garen's right hand, the one he used to hold the sword. Naturally, the greatsword could not return directly to Garen's hand.
Bound by the laws of the system, the greatsword unhesitatingly chose to accelerate and smash through the obstacle.
And that "obstacle" was Gin's body.
The impossibly accelerating greatsword possessed utterly irresistible power, piercing through Gin's chest and abdomen in an instant.
Before the pain signals could reach his central nervous system, the bloodstained hilt had already burst out from Gin's abdomen