''Dieeeeeeeeeee!'' Second Order screamed until his voice started changing pitches, becoming hoarse and crude.

''Bring it on!'' Ichiro screamed back at him and swung his spear, which left a trail of silver streak behind.

Second Order grabbed First Order's sword from next to his corpse and struck the incoming spear with his two swords.

*Clank!*

Sparks flew around as three weapons collided. Ichiro's muscles bulged as he tried to push his spear forwards, but Second Order's physical prowess overwhelmed him, and the reason why Ichiro wasn't sent flying was because he increased the weight of the Spearless at the moment of impact.

Second Order stopped pushing his left hand's sword forwards and instead did an upwards slash towards Ichiro's chin, but it was quickly blocked by the spear's shaft.

*CRACK!*

The ground of the courtyard cracked around them, but the battle was only beginning.

Second Order kicked the spear's shaft and used it to propel himself backward, but it also sent Ichiro sliding a few meters before he came to a stop.

Once Second Order landed on the ground, he turned into a blur as he started approaching Ichiro with zig-zag movements.

He was almost invisible to the naked eye, but Ichiro saw his figure every now and then.

Once Second Order was in attacking range, he put his two hands wide open, like he was about to receive a hug, but once he was certain that his attack range was enough, he swung his two swords in unison!

He expected Ichiro to either dodge, block, or parry, but he was all wrong about Ichiro.

He thought Ichiro would be careful of not making any mistakes because it could end his life, but instead...

Ichiro ignored the incoming swords and thrusted his spear forwards. Second Order widened his eyes as the blade of the spear was nearing his abdomen.

Looking at his swords, he knows that he has a chance to kill Ichiro, but remembering the scene of his friend, First Order, dying. He knew that the spear could cause a lethal wound on him, which stopped him from having any thoughts of finishing his move.

He stopped his attack and leaped backward; his face showed his annoyance and unwillingness. He wants to kill Ichiro, but he doesn't want to die too.

''True Iron Style, Fourth Direction of Movement, Iron Burst!'' Ichiro's foot landed powerfully on the ground, making the dust fly around him.

His leg muscles bulged as he bursted into a motion. Even while carrying the heavy Spearless, he moved way faster than Second Order did, and instead of looking like a blur, he left afterimages behind.

Second Order's eyes moved back and forth in a creepy manner; he scanned the whole courtyard in a split second and knew the location of Ichiro after marks of footsteps appeared on the ground.

''There!'' He jumped in the air and stabbed his sword forwards, he seemed to be only hitting the air, but soon an outline of a figure appeared, who was blocking the sword strike with his spear.

''Grr!'' Ichiro was surprised because of the sudden attack by Second Order, which had enough strength to push him back.

His back collided with a nearby pillar that was holding the ceilings up.

Second Order saw his chance and stabbed his sword forwards, and Ichiro couldn't do anything except try to dodge the attack, but he attacked a place he didn't expect.

*STAB!*

The sword pierced through Ichiro's thigh, but it also got stuck inside the pillar.

''Arghhhh!'' Ichiro bit his lip to make the screams inaudible, but his bloodshot eyes told how much pain he was in.

''Haha, does it hurt?!'' Second Order grin stretched his mouth until he was grinning ear to ear. He moved the sword while still stuck in Ichiro's thigh; he felt the blade touching his bones every now and then.

''Fuck!'' Ichiro screamed and tried to push Second Order away with his spear, but he couldn't make him move even an inch.

''Heh, tell me, does it hurt?!'' Second Order scream rang in Ichiro's ears.

''Pfft...'' Ichiro spat out the blood from his mouth and grinned, ''Nah... You will feel much greater pain soon...''

Second Order tried to pull the sword from the pillar, so he could cut Ichiro's leg off, but then... He widened his eyes in shock as he couldn't pull it or push it.

''Haahhh... So painful.'' Ichiro sighed until he grinned enough to make his bloodied teeth visible, ''True Iron Style, Second Direction of Defense, Suicide.''

Once he used his defense move, his leg bones moved and crushed the sword between the two bones. Leg muscles have two main bones, called Tibia and Fibula.

The sword pierced his leg just between the two bones but also broke a little bit of Tibia bone; otherwise, it would have never managed to go in between.

Now, the two bones were holding the sword between each other, which, of course, caused unimaginable pain for Ichiro, but it was a better choice than letting Second Order cut his leg off.

''What the hell?!'' Second Order screamed and used his Martial General physique to maximum, but he couldn't move the sword even an inch.

Disbelief filled his face, and he thought that maybe the pillar somehow caused it because it would be unimaginable to think that Ichiro was the reason for it.

But then... The truth dawned on him because Ichiro raised his leg, which was impaled by the sword, and moved it forwards.

The sword left the pillar and was now clear as sky that it was stuck in Ichiro's leg!

The blood trickled down from his wounds, stained both his pants and shoes in the blood, but also made a trail of blood behind.

''I-Impossible!'' Second Order changed his opinion about Ichiro. He thought he was some young master from a wealthy and influential family, but he is certain that no one could be this crazy!

''What the fuck... Are you?!'' Second Order's throat was parched as he felt like he hadn't drank in years; the reason for that phenomenon was Ichiro.

Ichiro was looking at him with his beautiful grey eyes, which were now showing the limitless coldness hidden inside him, which made Second Order fearful and weak.

''I already told you...'' Ichiro said coldly, and his left hand turned into a spear-like stance, ''The one that kills you!''

''True Iron Style, First Direction of Attack, Iron Lance!'' In an instant, his spear-like hand was right in front of Second Order.

Second Order now knew how his friend felt moments before dying.

''M-Monster...'' He murmured with despair and closed his eyes with tears pouring down from his eyes.

*SPURT!*