NABC Chapter 777: Chapter 777 - Luck Runs Out
Chapter 777: Chapter 777 - Luck Runs Out
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.
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?