Rider, Receive This Mightiest of Swords! (Continued)

Where was the hammer? Where was the hammer?

His right hand fumbled around until it finally found the hammer.

So it was here.

If he had the hammer, then if he found an opening, maybe he still had a chance?

But the hammer was so heavy.

"Stop dreaming. He's dead for sure."

It was Red Rider's voice.

How infuriating.

Then forget the hammer. As long as he won, it didn't matter, right?

Sieg panted as he swung his greatsword, but Achilles easily blocked him several times.

Seeing the opportunity, Astolfo launched an attack, but he missed?

Achilles had nothing in his left hand, yet he directly grabbed Astolfo by the shoulder blade, slammed him to the ground, and viciously stomped on his abdomen.

"Black Rider, just because I held back a little against Assassin's Master, don't think you can beat me." Achilles smiled disdainfully and knocked the sword away with his spear shaft.

The sword stabbed into the ground.

"Holding back?" Sieg's eyes widened. His heart nearly stopped beating. "Why?"

"Why? Do you even need to ask? Because it's fun. Give you hope bit by bit, then kill you bit by bit. Why? Hmph—you're Black Assassin's Master. Archer died entirely because of him!"

"Then don't regret it, Red Faction's Rider. If you hold back, you'll die." Astolfo smiled, doing his best to draw Achilles's attention.

Achilles snorted coldly and stomped toward Astolfo's abdomen again.

"Guh—"

Astolfo could not even make a sound.

Was he buying time for him?

Sieg could not bear to keep watching.

Of course, he knew Astolfo was trying to protect him.

But if he ran away now, wouldn't all their efforts have been for nothing?

Suddenly, someone entered his field of vision, crawling slowly. Yet almost no one noticed.

Berserker!?

Berserker suddenly leaped up and mounted