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Chapter 777: Chapter 777 - Luck Runs Out

Broken was deliberately testing his opponent's strength, focusing on defense while looking for opportunities to counterattack whenever possible.

But it was becoming painfully clear—Stormbreaker was no ordinary swordsman. His speed was unreal. His attack rate was relentless.

Even though Broken was playing defensively, blocking and absorbing the incoming strikes, Stormbreaker still managed to land countless consecutive attacks.

Fortunately, Broken had layers of protective skills, nullifying a good portion of the damage while his high health and recovery rate kept him standing. At the same time, this also meant Stormbreaker couldn't finish him off easily.

Still, the situation was getting frustrating. Every time Broken tried to move, to create space for a counterattack, Stormbreaker immediately closed the gap, his speed outpacing every attempt to escape. This was starting to get annoying.

"You've got a solid defense for a mere spear fighter, huh?" Stormbreaker taunted.

Broken smirked, still blocking his opponent's relentless onslaught.

"Thanks for the compliment. I feel honored."

Stormbreaker scoffed.

"No amount of defense can withstand my blade. My Divine Champion blessing ensures that no one escapes my sword alive!"

And yes—Broken had to admit. This guy was impressive. Not only did he have an overpowered blessing, but his swordplay was genuinely exceptional.

The only other time Broken had felt this level of technical skill in a fight was when he had faced Frostedge.

But there was one major difference.

Frostedge's attack speed had been something Broken could still keep up with. But Stormbreaker? His speed was on another level entirely.

"Now, summon all your creatures—" Stormbreaker taunted, his blade flashing as he continued his relentless assault. "Isn't that what you usually do? Hiding behind your summons?"

He struck fast, his sword slicing through the air, but the moment Broken counterattacked, Stormbreaker instantly retreated, avoiding the blow with flawless movement.

He dodged everything.

Single-target attacks? Easily avoided. Wide-area attacks? Effortlessly sidestepped.

Every time Broken aimed his spear, Stormbreaker would redirect it, deflecting the attack before it could land.

And then, before Broken could adjust, the man would sink into the shadows—only to reappear somewhere else, launching another attack.

He wasn't just fighting like an assassin—he was far worse. A high-damage, critical-hit-abusing nightmare with insane mobility.

So fucking lucky.

But why wasn't Broken using his summons?

Sure, they would have made things easier. He had summons capable of ranged attacks, which could help him create openings while keeping his opponent distracted.

If he summoned Gaia, he could turn the tide of battle significantly in his favor.

But no—he had a reason for holding back.

For one, Stormbreaker's evasive skills were ridiculous. He could slip into the shadows and reappear anywhere, making it difficult for any summon to keep up with him.

More importantly, his attacks were lethal. If he managed to land direct hits, he could wipe out Broken's summons instantly.

But beyond that…

There was something else Broken had been planning.

He just needed to confirm a few more things—he wanted Stormbreaker to fully reveal his combat style and abilities in a one-on-one setting first.

And now, he had seen enough.

A slow smirk formed on his lips. It was time to make Stormbreaker regret ever facing him in the Duel of Champions.

The audience watching the match began buzzing with commentary as the fight continued.

From an outsider's perspective, it seemed like Broken was only defending, while Stormbreaker relentlessly attacked without stopping.

To anyone watching, the battle looked completely one-sided—the winner seemingly obvious just by observation.

"Hah, I feel bad for anyone who bet on Broken. Another easy win for me."

"Damn it, why is Broken just defending? Why isn't he using his bow? Doesn't he have high-damage attacks?"

"Didn't you hear? Stormbreaker can just chase him into the air and attack while Broken takes forever to charge his skill."

"Man, this fight is so one-sided. I don't see how Broken can win this."

"Broken still has his Golden Paragon. If he uses that, he'll definitely win."

"Stormbreaker just needs to stall and wait for the skill to expire, hah!"

Suddenly, the big screen showed a shift in the battle.

Stormbreaker, who had been attacking relentlessly, suddenly retreated after his last strike. For the first time, he paused, no longer attacking as aggressively as before.

What just happened?!

That was when the audience noticed it.

Broken was no longer holding his spear. Instead, in his hands was a massive greatsword—far heavier and broader than his previous weapon. Its shape resembled a cracked, fragile gravestone, its surface covered in deep fractures, as if it could shatter at any moment.

Had Broken changed his strategy?!

Over at the casters' desk, Brando immediately spoke up.

"Oh? Broken just switched to a greatsword! That's an interesting choice."@@novelbin@@

He leaned forward, intrigued.

"Greatswords are great for parrying, sure—but they come with a huge drawback. Broken is sacrificing attack speed, which means he'll have an even harder time keeping up with Stormbreaker's relentless attacks."

Paul analyzed the situation carefully before adding his own thoughts.

"I think there's a special effect on that greatsword."

His gaze flicked to Stormbreaker, who was still keeping his distance.

"Something happened after that last exchange. Stormbreaker backed off after his attack was parried, and he hasn't immediately resumed his assault."

He narrowed his eyes.

"Whatever that sword does, Broken must have chosen it for a reason."

From Broken's perspective, he stood firm, holding his Gravestone Greatsword in a parry stance, fully prepared to counter any incoming attacks.

And if Stormbreaker recklessly continued his assault? There was a real possibility his sword would break completely.

The Eternal Challenge tournament was held on a private server, separate from Immortal Legacy's main game. However, there was a crucial rule—whatever happened during the tournament would remain in effect until it was over.

That meant if a piece of equipment was destroyed during a match, it would stay broken for the rest of the competition.

If Stormbreaker lost his sword here, he would be at a huge disadvantage for the remaining rounds.

And considering how long the Eternal Challenge still had to go, that kind of loss would be devastating for him.

Stormbreaker seemed to realize this. His sword's durability had dropped significantly from their last clash.

And honestly? Broken respected that.

At least Stormbreaker had enough awareness to notice the risk—unlike SpeedGang, that brainless idiot who kept attacking until he completely shattered his weapon.

"You're such a cheater!" Stormbreaker snapped, frustration in his voice.

"Oh?" Broken smirked. "Says the guy with a 100% critical rate."

There was one more disadvantage now pushing Stormbreaker into a corner—

His own blessing.

And Broken found it absolutely hilarious. Because every time Stormbreaker's sword landed a critical hit, its durability dropped even faster.

So, in the most ironic twist possible, the very blessing that had made him seem unstoppable had now become his greatest curse.

His super 777 kind of luck had run out— And he was about to be destroyed by the very blessing everyone once called cheating. If he kept attacking, he would lose his weapon.

Now, the question was—

What would this so-called Pride Champion do?

"I'll finish you off before anything happens to my sword," Stormbreaker declared.

Broken smirked. "You really trust your luck that much, huh?"

"This isn't luck. This is fate."

Stormbreaker's stance tightened, his focus sharpening.

He was ready to attack again.

So now, the real question—

Would luck win?

Or would Broken's overpowered greatsword hold its ground?