The Leviathan froze on the spot, its eyes looked at the descending giant sword and thought to himself:

"I am pathetic?"

"Where did I hear these words?" It took a moment to think, and its mind went back to the past.

"That's right, I said these words when I looked at the creatures of this world, killing each other for a chance to live more, to not die of hunger and starvation."

"I felt they were pitiful at that time, but now I feel scared?"

"Scared of this?"

He snapped open his eyes, revealing his slithered pupils.

As the Sword Will came crashing down, the Leviathan parted its jaws, revealing its forked, serpentine tongue.

"Haha, I am scared… I'm scared?"

The Leviathan's form erupted into a blinding green light, hurtling directly at the Sword Will.

The two forces collided with a cataclysmic explosion of energy, sending shockwaves through the very air. The cavern around them trembled, and the ground cracked beneath the immense power.

The collision was so violent, it sent waves of destruction rippling outward, shattering everything in its path, stalactites falling, rocks crumbling to dust.

Eryke was pushed back, inch by inch, his feet scraping against the ground, yet he stood resolute, unmoving in the center of the storm.

His heart remained calm as he fought against the raw power surging toward him.

"You fool, trying to defend against my Sword Will," Eryke muttered to himself.

<A Man of Sheer Will>

That title was his confidence, one that made his will indomitable, eternal.

The more the Leviathan struggled against his Sword Will, the stronger it became.

At this moment, Eryke allowed the Leviathan to fight with all its strength against his Sword Will and gradually suppressed it.

But it didn't know.

It was just a mere whetstone.

A tool to sharpen his Sword Will.

Eryke closed his eyes, focusing on his Sword Will.

With each clash of the Leviathan and every hit it made to his Sword Will, his Sword Will was decreasing bit by bit; it was draining out.

But at the same time, the clarity of the Sword Will was increasing slowly.

For a Martial Artist, they would need the nourishment of the Qi to actually strengthen their Will; however, this Title allowed him to completely defy this. Chun Ma had already done it.

And Eryke also felt the effect of the title and even better than Chun Ma.

He could feel the energy course throughout his body, like an unending stream of energy.

With each clarity that his Sword Will gained, Eryke also felt his understanding of the sword increase with it.

There was no such thing as fancy tricks using the sword; the most practical way to fight is through true martial arts.

However, the martial arts of the Martial World were more focused on the utilisation of the Wills, instead of actual flesh combat, which had already reached its peak the moment one formed their Wills.

The Leviathan fought with maddened laughter to defend against Eryke's Sword Will and won at first.

Trying terrifying poison gas, Heat Ray, and a staff filled with endless vitality.

But after some time, the Leviathan was gradually growing exhausted as it went on, growing weaker with every breath.

Soon, it noticed something strange:

"Why did this sword-shaped thing, which was blurry before, completely take its form, and it seemed to be growing even stronger as we fought?"

Even though it was enraged after being hacked again and again, it had regained some clarity in its mind.

Its entire body was bruised with numerous sword cuts, and green blood was gushing out of it.

The Leviathan's arms and tail had definitely recovered; however, they weren't in their optimal state right now.

His slithered pupils focused on Eryke, who was watching from the sidelines with an amused smile.

"Haha! I am a fool, good, good, little worm, you were able to make a fool of me. That's why I won't even give you a grave when I kill you in the most brutal way possible."

With that, its form turned into a blur of green, rapidly closing in on Eryke.

"It finally caught on," Eryke muttered with a face full of regret. "But it's too late."

He opened his eyes, revealing a sharpness so intense it felt as though it could slice a person to death with a mere glance.

With a lazy air of boredom, the black haze surged, materializing into a sword he gripped tightly.

Then, with a half-hearted swing, he slashed toward the incoming Leviathan, his motion so effortless it seemed as if he were only half-awake, and his strike contained no real force.

The sword will instantly vanish, reappearing behind him, mirroring his movements.

Though it held no strength, the slash of the massive sword tore through the air, shredding everything in its path.

The Leviathan, enraged and caught off guard, was struck directly by the sword's arc.

Swish!

The only sound was the air being ripped apart.

The Leviathan's life flashed before its slitted pupils as the sword slash effortlessly shattered its scales.

It blinked, its world spinning in disorientation, its vision turned entirely green.

"Huh."

Through its blurry sight, it saw a grotesque torn body completely separated in half from the stomach in an eerie, unsettling manner.

However since its vision was blurry, it couldn't exactly discern what it was.

When it finally recognized and muttered:

"It's me."

Thud!

With a sickening thud, the half severed body of the Leviathan fell to the ground, green blood gushed like a fountain, forming a pool in the ground.

It was a gruesome and bloody sight, with the Leviathan's internal organs scattered across the ground in a grotesque display.

Eryke gazed at it with a calm heart, not a flicker of emotion crossing his expression.

"As I hone my sword, I've learned to control my emotions."

He muttered, almost casually.

A burst of green light erupted from the pearl at the center of the room, enveloping the Leviathan. Its body began to heal, but the process was agonizingly slow.

Eryke walked steadily, step by step, until he reached the core. He then raised his sword, pointing it directly at it...