The battle between Face-smashed Garo and the psychic Dante lasted for thirteen days before it came to an end.
The winner of the battle was naturally the more powerful Face-smashed Garo.
When he teleported back from the Blue Sea Realm covered in smoke, he immediately learned of the result of the other battle from his companions. To be honest, Garo was not surprised that Grimm could win. However, it only took him three days to defeat Sanazar, who was second only to him. This kind of strength was beyond his expectations.
He hurried back to the station and let the healers of his clan quickly treat his body while he quickly browsed through the entire process of Grimm's battle. After reading it, Garo was silent for a long time.
Although his basic strength was higher than his opponent's, this advantage was not enough for him to secure victory. Therefore, if he wanted to win the next battle, the only way was …
According to the rules of the Association, the first battle was scheduled for fifteen days.
Therefore, there were only two days left for Face-smashed Garo to rest, replenish, and adjust his equipment. This time was only enough for him to first recover his wounded body.
Two days passed in the blink of an eye.
Soon, it was time for the two victors of the first battle to fight for the title of the strongest.
Blue Sea Realm.
As soon as the familiar light of teleportation faded, Grimm regained his senses and quickly summoned Plague Poison Remy.
His current location was not the sea of trees from last time, nor was it a boundless prairie. Instead, it was a stretch of rolling hills and highlands. Standing on a small hill and looking around, he could see lush green grass and yellow and green wheat fields in the distance.
On the distant horizon, a pale yellow windmill was slowly turning, and there were crooked scarecrows in the wheat fields.
"Go, Remy. You have ten days. Ten days later, I hope to see you bring back a strong enough army to defeat the strong enemy for me. Go … "Grim ordered with a solemn expression.
The Plague Poison Remy, who was only a meter tall, responded in a deep voice and immediately turned around and flew into the distance.
There, smoke could be seen rising in the distance. There should be a human village.
After sending Remy off, Grim took out the teleportation crystal and looked at it. His opponent, Broken Face Galor, should be to the northwest, deep in the highlands.
Unlike the first time, Shi Feng did not approach his opponent quickly. Instead, he took out an Elemental Puppet and threw it on the ground, summoning a Tier 2 Wind Dragon.
This Wind Dragon was one of his early creations. Unfortunately, as his strength increased, the Tier 2 Magic Centipede had gradually lost its chance to appear on the stage. But today, he didn't summon the Wind Dragon to fight, but … to escape.
Striding up, Grimm found a seat on the Wind Dragon's broad and flat back. He whistled and the Wind Dragon flapped its light green wings. Its entire body turned into a streak of green-gray light and instantly soared into the sky, flying towards the southeast direction.
Two hours later, Face Shattering Garo arrived riding an unusually spirited Nightmare Beast.
Reining in his mount, Broken Face Garo looked around and sniffed a few times. In the end, he couldn't help but frown.
Two strange energies had parted ways here. One of them was filled with the disgusting smell of voodoo poison, while the other had left through the sky, filled with an extremely dense aura of the wind element. Of course, the teleportation crystal also pointed to the direction of the wind element.
Judging from this, Grimm must have summoned a wind element mount and left, and the direction he left in … happened to be the opposite of where he came from.
He was running away from the battlefield …
This seemed to be the complete opposite of the way he fought in the first battle!
Face-smashing Jia Luo was confused by Grimm's actions. He could only pat the Incubus Beast beneath him, allowing it to raise its four hooves and chase after Grimm.
The Nightmare Beast was a strange creature that originated from the Abyss Plane. In terms of lineage, it was also a member of the many demonic creatures. Broken Face Garo had chosen the Nightmare Beast among the many Wizard Beast mounts, and the only reason was that it was eye-catching enough.
The Nightmare Beast had a tall and mighty black and red body, a spiral sharp horn in front of its head, four hooves burning with cold flames, a pair of eyes, a ponytail, and a nose that spat out sparks of fire … The Nightmare Beast looked similar to a demonized unicorn, and its lineage was the complete opposite.
The unicorn belonged to the sacred lineage, while the Nightmare Beast belonged to the demonic lineage.
When a Nightmare Beast stepped lightly on the ground and appeared in front of others, its four hooves burning with the fierce flames of the abyss would leave a trail of fire behind it. Looking from afar, the black and red nightmare beast was like a dreadful demon beast that had emerged from a dream. Riding on it was simply cool to the extreme.
Face-smashing Garo rode the Nightmare Beast as it sped across the land, leaving behind a broken trail of burning cold flames. After chasing for a day and a night, he finally found Grimm on top of a high cliff.
Grimm stood quietly at the top of the cliff, the strange flying dragon whose flesh and bones were formed by a violent whirlpool lying beside him.
Seeing Broken Face Garo galloping over, Grimm cast a faint smile at them from afar.
"This is the battlefield you chose for yourself?" Broken Face Garo looked around and said sternly, "With our strength, no battlefield can give us too much of an advantage. If we want to win, we have to rely on our own abilities. You … "
Before Jia Lou could finish his words, Grim waved his hand at him.
"Goodbye!"
After saying this, he mounted the Wind Dragon and soared into the sky, escaping into the distance without hesitation.
"Stay here …" Face-smashing Jia Luo did not expect the other party to escape, and he hurriedly drew his sword. Incomparably berserk strength mixed with copious Wizard Energy converged to form a majestic and terrifying Sword Aura, instantly engulfing the cliff.
A huge pillar of dust and mud soared into the sky, accompanied by the rumbling of boulders collapsing and the rolling airwaves that could topple mountains and overturn seas. The huge cliff, which was forty to fifty meters high, collapsed with a loud bang under Jia Luo's violent attack, blocking his path forward.
Meanwhile, a strange shield made of static flames rose around Grimm, blocking the splashing gravel and dust. He flew all the way to the end of the horizon with a long roar.
One ran on the ground, while the other flew in the sky. The difference in speed between the two was obviously difficult to make up for.
Hence, when Garo urged the Nightmare Beast to rush out of the pillar of dust, Grimm and the Wind Dragon had already become a small dot on the horizon that was hard to see with the naked eye.
The muscles on Broken Face Garo's face were completely stiff, or else he would be gnashing his teeth and veins would be bulging.
Escape … Where to?
In this battle, the two of them had to determine a victor.
Did that guy think he could win by running away?
With a heart full of anger, Broken Face Garo could only urge the Nightmare Beast to follow the traces of his opponent's aura.
This chase lasted for ten whole days!
During these ten days, Face-breaker Jia Luo had been tracking Grim day and night, and the two of them would bump into each other every five hundred kilometers. In the beginning, Grimm would greet his opponent, but when his opponent's anger was completely ignited, he would simply run away.
As long as Broken Face Garo's aura appeared in his field of vision, he would escape without hesitation, not even giving his opponent a chance to greet him.
After ten days of chasing and fleeing, Broken Face Garo's anger gradually grew, and he chased for ten days and ten nights without stopping. Only the Nightmare Beast, with its demonic physique, could endure such torture. If it were any other Wizard Beast or Demon Colt, they would have collapsed from exhaustion.
Ten days later, Broken Face Garo finally caught up to Grimm.
This time, Grimm did not flee. Instead, he coiled up on a hill with his Wind Dragon, lit a bonfire, and roasted some fragrant wild boar meat. He smiled as he watched Broken Face Garo approach.
Although Broken Face Garo had fantasized countless times over the past ten days of chasing and slaughtering his opponent, when his opponent did not run away today, a trace of doubt arose in his heart, and he became more cautious.
After chasing for ten days and ten nights without rest, an ordinary person would have collapsed to the ground from exhaustion. But for Broken Face Garo, who had a vitality of 34 points, this was just a small warm-up.
If his opponent wanted to use this to exhaust his strength, then sorry, this little trick was useless against him.
As an undead, Broken Face Garo no longer knew what fatigue was!
But with the shrewdness and cunning of the Legendary Fire Wizard, how could he not know the truth of his body? Since that was the case, what was his goal in leading him around this land for ten days and nights?
Filled with countless questions, Broken Face Garo slowly approached the bonfire.
Five miles … four miles … three miles …
When Broken Face Garo was less than a thousand meters away from his opponent's camp, Grimm still did not make any move to escape on his Wind Dragon. This made him even more puzzled.
A thousand meters was not a long distance, but it was not short either. For a Grade 3 Magus like Broken Face Garo, it would take him less than ten seconds to cross such a distance. Ten seconds was not enough for Grimm to escape from the range of Garo's berserk sword aura.
Under Garo's urging, the Nightmare Beast slowly approached Grimm, and the distance between them grew smaller and smaller.
When Garo was less than 500 meters away from Grimm, he finally confirmed that Grimm had stopped running!
Jia Luo slowly jumped down from the Nightmare Beast, leaving it behind. His tall and sturdy body swayed as he slowly walked towards the camp.
Their gazes collided, and dazzling sparks flew.
"Why aren't you running anymore? Aren't you very good at running? Try to escape again! " The muscles on Broken Face Garo's stiff face squirmed in a strange manner, revealing a sinister expression.
Grimm, who was sitting steadily on the high ground, revealed a sympathetic smile and said to Broken Face Garo, "The one who should be running today is not me, but you …"
As soon as Grimm finished speaking, the strange sound of tens of thousands of beasts running came from behind the hill. Then, like a black flood, the plague army swarmed out and pounced on Broken Face Garo.
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