Legendary Broken Player - VRMMORPG-Chapter 822 - No Holding Back

Broken stood in the center of the arena, taking in the surroundings. Unlike the previous matches, this time, the setting was different.

He and Frostedge stood on a wide, open battlefield, bordered by towering trees and dense forest. But the most striking feature was the transparent screens positioned on all four sides of the arena, displaying the real world beyond the game.

Through those screens, he could see the crowds—thousands upon thousands of spectators cheering with unrelenting energy. Their voices echoed faintly into the battlefield, a constant mix of chants for Frostedge and Broken, shouted back and forth in a chaotic but electric rhythm.

Broken hadn’t expected this. He had never imagined that so many people would be cheering for him. Him.

He never thought he’d end up here, at the grand finale of Immortal Legacy’s biggest event, standing at the very edge of something this massive.

It had all happened so fast.

Less than a year ago in the real world, he had been nothing more than a manual laborer, just barely getting by, working tirelessly to pay for his living expenses and education.

Now?

Now, he was someone who had broken past every limit, someone who had built something greater than he ever imagined. His bank balance had skyrocketed, far beyond what he could even spend at this point. Everything had changed.

Broken turned his full attention to the opponent standing before him—Frostedge, the legendary solo player of Immortal Legacy.

He wasn’t just a famous name in the game—he had built his reputation long before Immortal Legacy even went public.

To be here, to stand on this stage, to face Frostedge in an all-out fight, and to have a real chance of defeating him—

Broken would not hold back. Not even for a second.

Frostedge had already drawn his sword—the legendary Ice Sword—as a powerful aura of frost surged around him.

At the same time, Broken activated his battle armor, equipping the Mythic-grade Abyssal Wavebreaker Spear. The air around them crackled with tension, their weapons gleaming under the battlefield lights.

The countdown had begun.

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Broken could feel it—the surge of energy, the anticipation, the sheer intensity of the moment. His mind was sharp, his focus unwavering, his body fully prepared. He tightened his grip on the spear, his heart pounding, ready to meet his opponent head-on.

For some reason, there was a silent understanding between them—unspoken, yet undeniable.

And then—

3… 2… 1…

ZERO!

The battle began!

In an instant, Broken and Frostedge launched forward, closing the distance in a blur of motion. Both wielded their weapons with deadly precision, their footwork flawless as they prepared to clash.

This was it—a rematch of spear versus sword, a battle that had once been interrupted in the past, now set to unfold with no interruptions, no limits, and no holding back.

Broken spun his spear above his head, channeling the full force of his momentum before swinging down for a devastating headstrike.

But Frostedge was as sharp as ever. His mastery of footwork and technique allowed him to evade with stunning precision, barely shifting his stance while avoiding the impact entirely.

Broken grinned, undeterred. He immediately pressed forward, relentlessly attacking with the extended range of his spear—thrust, swipe, thrust, swipe! Every movement was calculated, a steady pressure meant to deny Frostedge any opening to counterattack.

He was faster, sharper, and stronger than ever.

He had forged a deeper connection with his weapon—not just inside the game, but outside of it too. Training both in and out of the battlefield, honing his skills through countless battles—from casual skirmishes to fights that pushed him to his absolute limits.

Broken was no longer just a player relying on his equipment’s magic skills.

He was a warrior—trained, experienced, and ready to take on one of the greatest legends of Immortal Legacy.

They clashed fiercely, their weapons colliding in rapid succession, neither giving an inch.

Frostedge wasn’t just dodging—he was actively deflecting Broken’s spear strikes, redirecting the momentum with precision. And with each successful deflection, he closed the distance, moving in swiftly before delivering a sharp slash with his sword.

Broken reacted instantly, using the momentum of his spear to shift backward, but Frostedge was faster. His blade cut through the air, narrowly missing Broken, who avoided it with an anticipatory grin.

Without missing a beat, Broken yanked his spear back, swiftly spinning his body before lunging forward with another powerful thrust.

Frostedge flipped sideways, evading the attack midair before landing with perfect balance.

But Broken wasn’t stopping.

He launched thrust after thrust, forcing Frostedge to continuously dodge, their movements turning into a dizzying dance of speed and precision. They mirrored each other’s agility—both leaping to the side, both adjusting their footwork, both testing each other’s limits.

Then, in a moment of sheer mastery, Frostedge stomped down on Broken’s spear, pinning it to the ground. With the perfectly timed momentum, he propelled himself forward, launching at blinding speed—his sword tip aimed straight at Broken’s face!

The crowd gasped.

But Broken twisted his body just in time, sidestepping the attack with stunning finesse. He immediately repositioned himself, maintaining just the right distance to keep Frostedge from pressing in.

This fight—this display of raw skill—was breathtaking.

No one could tear their eyes away.

Everyone already knew that Frostedge was a master swordsman, someone whose combat skills extended far beyond the game, an athlete recognized even outside of Immortal Legacy.

But what shocked everyone the most—what left the entire stadium and the online audience in pure disbelief—was the fact that Broken was matching him.

Not with his overpowered equipment.

Not with his army of summons.

But with his own raw combat ability.

At this moment, if someone claimed that Broken was a professional spear fighter in real life, no one would dare argue.

Brando was practically screaming, his voice bursting with uncontainable excitement as each exchange between the two players sent shockwaves through the stadium.

"OH—MY—GOD! WHAT ARE WE WITNESSING RIGHT NOW?!"

"THIS IS NOT JUST A GAME—THIS IS ART! THIS IS A MASTERPIECE OF COMBAT!"

"Look at the movement! Look at the precision! Frostedge, the legendary swordsman, is displaying his world-class technique, and yet—BROKEN. IS. KEEPING. UP!"

"We all knew Frostedge would put on a show, but NOBODY—AND I MEAN NOBODY—expected Broken to fight like this! No summons, no tricks, just pure technique! HOW IS HE EVEN DOING THIS?!"

"This man—this BLACKSMITH—was supposed to be just a craftsman, a support player, a strategist. And yet here he is, matching Frostedge’s footwork, his speed, his precision—BLOW FOR BLOW!"

"This isn’t a battle of power anymore. This is a duel between two absolute MASTERS of their craft! And we are witnessing HISTORY IN THE MAKING!"

"I don’t care who you’re rooting for—whether it’s Frostedge or Broken—what we are seeing right now is something that will be TALKED ABOUT FOR YEARS!"

"I need everyone watching to understand—this isn’t just an epic final match. This is a MOMENT that will define Immortal Legacy FOREVER!"

"KEEP YOUR EYES ON THIS FIGHT, BECAUSE WE HAVE NO IDEA WHO IS GOING TO COME OUT ON TOP!"

"THIS—IS—INSANE!"

Inside the arena, Broken and Frostedge had now put some distance between each other once again.

They had already tested each other’s technique—a battle of pure skill and precision. But now, it was clear to everyone watching that both players were ready to escalate the fight to something even bigger.

The atmosphere in the stadium was electric, anticipation hanging in the air like a storm about to break.

At that moment, Broken muttered softly, his voice almost lost in the tension-filled silence.

"Gaia, Pawpaw… I need you."