Two Spirit-Flesh Blades collided, the forces of corruption and filth annihilating each other. But Sno's strength could never match that of a demigod's body. The instant they clashed, the giant over two and a half meters tall left his palm numb from the blow.
Professor Modred's combat techniques finally came in handy. Sno took a slight step back, using the coordination of his waist and legs to disperse the downward impact. Then he sharply twisted his waist and back. Amid a screech of metal grinding against metal, the Spirit-Flesh Blade extended by Heavenly Punishment slid along the spine of the dark greatsword, slashing straight for the Black Knight's wrist.
However, although the dark personality split off within this dream had lost some of its sanity, its combat wisdom had not diminished in the slightest. As a seasoned demigod, the Black Knight's battle experience was clearly beyond what a rookie like Sno, who had entered the Beyonder world less than a year ago, could surpass.
A mere twist of the wrist flipped the heavy greatsword over. It stopped Sno's blade from advancing while carrying tremendous force toward his forehead.
In cold-weapon combat, being a little taller and having a slightly longer weapon meant gaining a little more advantage. Agility was hardly worth mentioning when armor and matching combat experience were involved. Just considering attacks launched from above, anyone with even a little knowledge of physics should understand what an overwhelming advantage that was.
Yet, faced with a blow that seemed capable of smashing his skull apart, a sly smile suddenly appeared on Sno's face. He abruptly stepped forward. Though he appeared to have dodged the deadly strike, the Black Knight only needed to twist his waist slightly to cleave Sno in two.
But just as he tried to do so, faint