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Chapter 769

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"Ding!"

A black claymore flew through the air, slicing through all of the vines that had wrapped around the magic barrier before nailing itself firmly to the ground.

"Tian … Tian Du!"

Gajeel stared at the black claymore and that deep voice, and the horror that had been lurking deep within his heart surged forth like a tidal wave. Madness took hold of his heart, and the hand that was holding his saber began to tremble uncontrollably.

"Argh!!!"

The forest troll immediately withdrew all of its vines and let loose a howl of anguish as it turned toward the street with horror in its eyes.

The orc also wore a horrified expression as he shook his head and took a couple of steps backward. "No … Impossible! He … He died three years ago! There's no way he's still alive! "

Meg Alex was a name that had once resounded throughout the entire Norland Continent, and it was almost synonymous with invincibility.

The most powerful orc warriors had been slain by his sword, and even the most ferocious demons could only submit to him with their tails between their legs. Even giant dragons that soared through the heavens had been slain by his sword. This was a name that struck fear into the hearts of all powerful beings in the Norland Continent, and it was like a sharp sword that was hanging over their heads.

Thankfully, he had died three years ago.

Three years ago, they had witnessed his fall on the fifth street with their very own eyes.

As participants in the battle, they knew that Alex had half of his bones broken, all of his tendons severed, and he had been cursed by magic. Even if he didn't die, he would be a cripple for the rest of his life.

However, he had appeared again.

Tian Du, the sword that only Alex could wield, had reappeared, and it seemed to be heralding the return of that man.

The boundless horror they were experiencing was even more chilling than the autumn rain. That night, a dozen or so 10th-tier powerful beings had surrounded him, but he had killed half of them. It was truly a stroke of luck that they had managed to survive.

The gruesome scenes of that night were still vivid in their minds. Even though they had made the most thorough preparations and gathered a dozen or so 10th-tier powerful beings, they had still only been able to defeat him after paying a heavy price.

Thinking back to the events that had transpired, Gajeel felt that if it hadn't been for the half-elf infant, all of them would've most likely died there.

Irina looked at the sword, and her hand that was holding the small black ball slowly loosened. Apart from being pleasantly surprised, she was also a little more scrutinizing. She muttered to herself, "I haven't seen him for three years, and he even knows how to say such things. Looks like I have to properly investigate who he has met during these three years. Furthermore, has his strength … recovered? "

"Kill her first! Then we'll kill Alex together! It's impossible for him to regain his peak strength. " Gajeel did his best to calm himself down as he roared, and he swung his trembling saber toward Irina again.

The Orc and Troll also calmed down. The Troll let out a roar, and countless branches turned into glowing spears. The Orc's fur suddenly turned bright red, and he madly rushed towards Irina.

Even if Alex hadn't died, there was no way that he could've recovered to the peak of his powers. As long as Irina died, the three of them would still have a chance to kill him.

Right at this moment, a black figure appeared on the street over 100 meters away. In the next instant, a hand grabbed onto the Tian Du Sword that was standing in front of Irina, and a black-robed man had already positioned himself in front of Irina. Only then did the sound of air being torn apart rang out.

"Looks like you have a death wish." Meg glanced at Gajeel before swinging his heavy sword through the air.

The two-meter-long saber that was burning with scorching red flames stained the entire sky red, and it seemed to hold the absolute advantage in the face of the inky-black heavy sword.

However, the inky-black heavy sword was extremely fast, and even though it wasn't all that sharp, it was still able to slice through the space around it.

The saber and the sword clashed, and a crisp sound akin to that of metal striking stone rang out.

Contrary to Gajeel's expectations, the red saber was snapped in half, and a half-meter-long section of it flew through the air before nailing itself onto a wall over 100 meters away. Meanwhile, the remaining half of the saber in Gajeel's hand was shattered into countless pieces, and countless cracks appeared on its surface before it fell to the ground.

Meg turned to the side and swung his heavy sword through the air. All of the spear like tree branches that were hurtling toward him were instantly reduced to sawdust, and not a single one of them was able to break through his defenses.

"Die, Alex!"

The orc that had transformed into a giant red ape let loose an enraged roar, and he leaped high into the air before swinging his staff down toward Alex.

Aside from the fact that orcs had dark green skin, the biggest difference between orcs and humans was that orcs could enter a berserk state and even transform into ferocious beasts for a short period of time.

The reason why the orcs were able to dominate the Norland Continent was because of their immense strength. They didn't need any techniques, and their strength would increase by hundreds or even thousands of times as they progressed. After that, they would be able to crush their opponents into mincemeat with unstoppable force.

Their direct and unyielding battle style was rather similar to orcs' personalities.

Cade was the great elder of the Red Ape Tribe, and he was one of the 10 great elders of the orc race. Even though he was ranked at the bottom, his combat prowess was still extremely powerful.

Three years ago, he hadn't witnessed Alex's power in person, and had only heard about him from legends. However, on that night, he had witnessed one 10th-tier powerhouse after another being slain by that man.

This man, who had been declared to be permanently crippled and had died in a fire, had appeared again.

However, he had no choice. Today's mission would determine the future of the entire Red Ape Tribe. If he were to die here today, the Red Ape Tribe would still remain one of the 10 great tribes for the next 500 years.

As such, he could die, but he didn't want to.

Cade's black staff was as thick as an arm, leaving a trail of afterimages in its wake. It appeared to be an ordinary staff, but even the air itself seemed to have caved in, creating a series of inky-black rifts.

There weren't many 10th-tier powerhouses on the Norland Continent. If a tribe had a dozen 10th-tier powerhouses, then it could be considered a powerful tribe.

Among them, most of them were 5th-tier giant dragons. As such, giant dragons ruled over dragon islands and looked down upon all other tribes.

Even the elven race had less than 10 10th-tier magic casters.

As for the weakest goblins and dwarves, who focused on forging and construction, they had less than five 10th-tier powerhouses.

10th-tier powerhouses were widely acknowledged as the pinnacle of power on the Norland Continent.

This staff strike was Cade's most powerful one, and it was the highest level of berserk state. He had abandoned all flashy techniques, and was only left with the purest explosive power.

This staff strike seemed to be able to crush the heavens.

"Piss off."

Meg looked up at Cade before swinging the black heavy sword in his hand through the air.

It was also a simple sword strike. There was no sharp tip of the sword, nor was there a sharp blade. Instead, the body of the sword was engraved with ancient patterns, and it flew through the air horizontally.

The thick and sturdy staff was bent at a strange angle, and sparks flew in all directions as it was unable to withstand the immense force of the strike.

The broad and flat blade of the sword struck Cade's chest without slowing down in the slightest, and his furry chest caved in with a resounding thump!

A dull thump rang out, as if the sword had struck leather!

The bloodcurdling cries came to an abrupt halt!

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