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!"
The puppets, forged from profound iron, were incredibly durable, and Oscar controlled five of them with ease. He was clearly at the pinnacle of puppet mastery."Rrrraaaggh!"The puppets came to life, their fierce roars turning into devastating attacks. Adrian could only watch as his swords clashed against the puppets' bodies.Clang! Clang! Clang!It was useless. The swords barely left a mark.Oscar, seeing this, burst into mocking laughter. "Hahaha! Now you understand the power of my puppets. Do you really think your swords can defeat me? Even with all those swords, what difference does it make? Do you think you're suddenly invincible?"As Oscar taunted Adrian, the latter’s expression darkened, his brows furrowing. It was clear Adrian was running out of options. If this continued, countless forces—iron riders, or otherwise—would be destroyed by the puppets’ relentless assault. The situation was growing desperate; even heaven and earth might be unable to save him.Adrian was dist
Oscar knew he hadn’t made any moves, so the only possible source of the disturbance had to be Adrian. The crowd, already suspicious of him, began to point fingers, assuming he was using some dark art once more. This only further sullied his already terrible reputation.“You bastard! You’re framing me! How despicable!” Oscar roared, enraged. He drew a long black blade and charged at Adrian."That’s the Dark Spirit Blade!" an elderly man with long hair exclaimed in shock.From a distance, another white-haired elder added in astonishment, “Legend says the Dark Spirit Blade must be soaked in human blood for forty-nine days and can only be forged in a place of concentrated resentment!”The crowd gasped collectively. Oscar's collection of sinister weapons was staggering, and many were visibly frightened.A terrifying killing intent flashed through Adrian’s eyes. “Hmph! Despicable!”The Dark Spirit Blade was indeed formidable. Even from a distance, Adrian could feel its malicious energy