Fu Qian had always respected opponents who feared no death—by granting them a complete corpse, for instance.
The black-clad swordsman before him, Yun, seemed to regard this deadly contest as a trial.
"For years, I've sought the path to demigodhood, but I have not succeeded."
As he spoke, Yun twisted his body, gripped his blade, and took up a stance.
"Playing Sword, Swordless, Killing Sword... None of them could help me take that final step."
"To me, there is now only one path I have yet to walk: death."
"So the moment I entered this place, I was already dead. All who oppose me are delusions."
"And I will dispel those delusions, see my true heart, and be reborn through death."
The step to demigodhood really had driven a lot of people insane!
Listening to the swordsman recount his life, Fu Qian shook his head with a sigh.
In terms of strength alone, this man was probably the strongest prisoner he had encountered so far.
From what Yun had said, he'd been stuck at the threshold of demigodhood for years. His strength was hardly surprising.
And judging by his words, he was clearly already somewhat deranged. He might even have entered this place of his own accord.
As expected, everyone here was at least a little messed up in the head.
"Are you really going to fight him?"
Elina whispered beside him, her expression conflicted.
"Is there a problem?"
Fu Qian glanced at her.
"I know who Yun is."
Elina took a deep breath and spoke quickly.
"Peak Fourth Order, a sword cultivator. He came to the Shattered Land not long ago, then slaughtered an entire exploration team by himself. William captured him afterward."
"I thought that though he was powerful, he wasn't as much of a threat as Patrick."