Suddenly, the two dark immortals surrounding Tyron unleashed a powerful attack on him. Though Tyron maintained a calm facade, anxiety gnawed at him.‘Adrian, if you don’t come soon, I’m really going to die here!’ he thought desperately."Hell Strike!""Cosmic Punch!"The crowd watched in awe, the terrifying scene unfolding before them. The two forces collided, and it seemed Tyron had played his final card. The outcome seemed inevitable, yet the onlookers couldn't help but hope for a sudden turn of events that might change the tide. Curiosity gripped them, craving the thrill of an unexpected twist.A series of deafening explosions echoed as Tyron spat blood and was sent flying—he had been utterly defeated. The crowd had anticipated this outcome, so they weren’t entirely surprised. However, their curiosity only grew—would Oscar kill Tyron? After all, killing was a common occurrence in this world, though doing it here required some consideration.“How dare you act so arrogantly, you
Adrian ignored the murmurs of the crowd and focused on Oscar. Oscar laughed sarcastically. "Just because I address you as Mr. Adrian doesn't mean I fear you. Today, your friend should apologize. If not, both of you will be disgracing Purecastle."The crowd was taken aback. Adrian's strength was well-known, and the difference in combat capabilities between him and Tyron was significant. Adrian had easily defeated Andreas earlier, demonstrating a power that was both inscrutable and formidable. While Oscar might easily handle Tyron, dealing with Adrian was a different challenge altogether."Hmph! Since you’re determined to meddle in this matter, let's settle it with three moves. If you win, I’ll apologize to him," Oscar proposed, his tone suggesting a willingness to find a compromise.Adrian smirked, sensing that Oscar was trying to maneuver out of the situation.Tyron sneered. He was determined to deal with Oscar himself. "Hahaha, weren’t you so arrogant earlier, Oscar? If you lose
At that moment, Oscar realized he might have to apologize to Tyron. If he did, his daemonic identity could become nearly impossible to disprove.Adrian sneered, "You’ll find out soon enough."These words stirred an unexpected sense of anticipation among the crowd.In an instant, Oscar and Adrian were locked in a fierce battle. The two dark immortals emerged from the shadows, adding to the spectacle. Those familiar with their backgrounds were astonished; these had once been powerful figures in their own right, and the fact that Oscar had turned them into his puppets was shocking. Although many looked down on such dark arts, others envied them. Having these dark immortals as allies provided a significant advantage in battle.“Hmph! You were once a genius, but opposing me has sealed your fate. I hope you don’t regret it,” Oscar said grimly. For him, this conflict with Adrian was a matter of life and death—a common outcome among geniuses with deep vendettas.Dark forces surged from th
At this moment, the terrifying puppets charged forward once again, their dark energy erupting with intense force. This eerie aura formed a vast net, enveloping Adrian.Observing the scene, Adrian drew his sword and remarked, “As expected, you are indeed formidable. But while you may be arrogant, your path is misguided.”Oscar, unfazed, replied, “Even if you have great strength, do you really think you can defeat us with just a sword?” His tone suggested that Adrian’s efforts were laughable, and he was determined to make Adrian pay for opposing him.Adrian countered, “Even with three puppets, it doesn’t guarantee your victory.”The puppets roared, their skin bursting and blood flowing, causing shock among the crowd.“That's disgusting!”“What kind of secret art is this?”An elderly man in green robes spoke up, “This is an ancient dark art that harnesses the formidable force of hell using one's own power. It can make the user’s strength even more terrifying. I didn’t expect Oscar
The winds howled around them, intensifying the tension in the air.Adrian's expression hardened with a mix of anger and cold resolve. The dark art's power was overwhelming, making the situation increasingly dire. Suddenly, he noticed countless vengeful souls swirling behind Oscar. The presence of these souls indicated that the latter had taken many innocent lives to gain such formidable strength. This revelation only added to the gravity of the situation.Oscar smirked coldly. “Haha! Are you scared now? If you surrender, I might spare you. After all, you’re a powerful genius, and I wouldn’t want to destroy such talent. But if you continue to oppose me, you might never shine as brightly again.”Oscar’s words rang true. A prodigy who faced such a defeat would be haunted by inner demons, making it hard to overcome their limitations unless they were exceptionally resilient.Adrian glared at him. “You murderous maniac! Are you really so confident in your ability to kill me? Considerin
Tyron watched anxiously from a distance, worried for Adrian. He hadn’t expected the latter to fall into such a dire situation.Blood-red essence flowed from Oscar's puppets, forming ominous crimson formations in the air. The terrifying power of the void surrounded Adrian, making the onlookers tremble in fear, uncertain of what might happen next. Tyron had a nagging sense that danger was looming for Adrian. Oscar's sinister formation was clearly no ordinary one. If it were simple, it wouldn’t have been set up.But Adrian simply smirked coldly. “Hasn’t anyone ever told you that righteousness will always prevail?” He then vanished, only to reappear above the river and unleash a powerful punch.Boom!The entire world seemed to erupt, and the onlookers realized Adrian intended to break the formation with brute force.“Hmph! Do you really think you can break it?” Oscar sneered.“What do you think?” Adrian replied.Boom!Adrian punched the formation again, and this time, it shattered.
Adrian's longsword struck the puppets with terrifying force, tearing them apart instantly. The iron-forged chest of one puppets split wide open, leaving the crowd in shock, frozen for a moment."Impossible!" Oscar cried out in horror, his voice weak against the terrifying scene unfolding before him.Adrian smirked. "Impossible? Who do you think you are?" His sword radiated power, shooting straight into the sky.With a deafening crash, one of the puppets was completely destroyed. The crowd stared in disbelief, horrified by Adrian's overwhelming strength. No one had expected him to be so powerful.A group of onlookers watched in fear, unable to believe what they were seeing."Kill him! I refuse to believe you're that terrifying!" Oscar shouted, his eyes full of killing intent. As one puppet fell, another charged forward with wild fury.The crowd trembled, stunned by the intensity of the battle. Despite losing one puppet, Oscar refused to give up. The next puppet charged recklessly,
Oscar sneered coldly, confident in his position.But Adrian’s voice cut through the tension, icy and calm. "Do you really think you've already won?"Oscar looked at him with disdain, convinced Adrian was bluffing. At this stage, hadn't all the trump cards been revealed?The crowd watched in suspense, sweat forming on their brows as they believed Adrian's defeat was inevitable.Suddenly, Adrian’s gaze sharpened. "I knew you weren’t simple, and I’ll admit your methods are impressive. But this ends now."As soon as he spoke, the surrounding air filled with sharp, piercing sounds.Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh...It was like thousands of arrows had been shot at once. From the void, countless divine swords appeared, streaking across the sky and converging to form a massive sword formation.The crowd was stunned, eyes wide with disbelief."How... How is this possible?" someone muttered.The mere sight of the sword formation sent shivers down their spines."My sword won't stop trembling!"