Chapter 2031
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That was the power that Azcamore had displayed.
Even if they were ten times stronger, they still wouldn't be his match.
He was an undefeatable enemy.
Hearing Chen Zhao's words, Azcamore laughed instead of getting angry.
"Very good, human. You're the first person to be so arrogant before me. I'll give you a chance to challenge me."
"Challenge is too shameless. You're so strong and have an invincible weapon. You know that this challenge is meaningless to me. Where's your pride as a demon? Is this your pride? "
Azcamore laughed. "Since you say that, I'll lend you the sword, as long as you can pick it up."
Azcamore released the hilt very arrogantly and the blade stabbed into the ground.
The moment the blade stabbed into the ground, a pattern appeared on the surrounding ground.
Malone recognized the pattern. It was a Power Emblem, a magic array that the spellcaster's own power was used to suppress it.
Without power that surpassed the spellcaster, one wouldn't be able to break the Power Emblem or lift the sword.
This kind of spell had appeared many times in history.
The most famous example was King Arthur and the Sword in the Stone.
Apart from King Arthur, no one could pull out the Sword in the Stone.
Of course, that was a spell specially made for King Arthur.
It was like a backdoor for a computer program.
"Please, as long as you can lift the sword, I don't mind giving it to you." Azcamore took two steps back generously.
Azcamore's eyes shone with evil light.
"Better be careful," Malone said. "I'll try first."
"Sure." Chen Zhao nodded.
Malone grabbed the hilt and pulled with all his might.
But the blade didn't move at all.
Then, Malone felt his power being absorbed by the sword.
"Damn! It's a wrestling emblem! "Malone lay on the ground softly." Don't touch the sword! "
"Why?"
"This guy used a wrestling emblem. If you can't pull it out with your power, your power will be absorbed by the sword and become a stronger emblem. It's already absorbed all my power."
"I see." Chen Zhao walked slowly to the black sword as if he hadn't heard Malone's warning.
"You idiot!" Malone yelled.
But Chen Zhao still reached for the hilt.
Clang —
Marone's eyeballs almost popped out of their sockets. He stared at Chen Zhao in shock.
Chen Zhao pulled out the black sword?
And he didn't seem to be struggling at all.
It was pulled out just like that?
Azcamore was also in disbelief.
How was this possible?
However, Chen Zhao took advantage of Azkamore's shock to suddenly appear before him. He raised his black sword and slashed at Azkamore.
Azcamore couldn't dodge in time, and his left arm and shoulder were chopped off.
"Damn it, you despicable human!"
Azcamore fled in a sorry state.
But Chen Zhao chased closely behind.
Malone's face was filled with disbelief.
Azcamore suddenly stopped in his tracks and turned his head around.
By then, Chen Zhao had already raised his sword and slashed at Azcamore's head.
But at that moment, the tip of the sword stopped.
A powerful force was fighting against Chen Zhao's own power.
"Human, this is a part of my power," Azcamore said proudly. "Do you think you can kill me with my power?"
Chen Zhao looked at Azcamore's severed arm. "I think you can."
"That was only a sneak attack," Azcamore said stubbornly. "If you do it again, your trick will be useless."
Of course, he'd indeed panicked just now.
If not for that moment of distraction, Chen Zhao's black sword wouldn't have been able to hurt Azcamore at all.
Azcamore's severed arm recovered in the blink of an eye and grew back.
"Come back!" Azcamore yelled.
Chen Zhao felt the black sword struggle wildly in his hand, as if it was about to break free from his grasp.
"Come back!" Azcamore raised his voice.
The black sword struggled even more fiercely.
"Come back!!"
Chen Zhao gripped the black sword tightly.
Malone looked at Chen Zhao nervously. "Hang in there. You can't let the black sword return to him."
Of course, Chen Zhao wouldn't let go.
But the black sword's struggle became more and more intense, and its resistance grew stronger.
Chen Zhao suddenly grabbed the black sword's blade.
Malone and Azcamore both widened their eyes at Chen Zhao's crazy action.
Crack —
The black sword was broken in half in Chen Zhao's hand.
Chen Zhao grinned. "Since I can't have it, I'll just destroy it."
Azcamore's heart was alarmed.
"You despicable guy. You clearly have great power, but you lied to me. Don't you have any dignity or honor as a strong person?"
"Killing you will be my greatest honor." Chen Zhao smiled at Azcamore.
The broken sword was still in Chen Zhao's hand, and he was increasing his strength.
He was crushing the sword.
Malone's face was filled with shock. How much strength did he need to crush a demonic sword?
It was almost impossible, right?
Even Azcamore was frightened by this scene.
He was the subordinate of the King of Power.
But he'd actually been scared by a human's strength.
Chen Zhao casually tossed the remaining part of the black sword aside.
Azcamore's breathing quickened.
"Do you think you've already won?"
"Yes, I do," Chen Zhao answered honestly. "I can't find a reason why I didn't win."
"I'm the subordinate of the King of Power. Using swords isn't my specialty."
Azcamore's body started growing bigger and bigger.
His muscles, his posture, his body, they were all growing larger.
Chen Zhao looked at the transforming Azcamore.
"Your transformation is too slow. If you're attacked now, will the transformation be interrupted?" Chen Zhao looked at Azcamore with a smile.
Malone looked at Chen Zhao. This guy was really shameless.
But Malone had to admit that Chen Zhao's words had tempted him.
But Malone couldn't do anything now. All his strength had been absorbed by the wrestling emblem. He could only lie on the ground and watch the show. There was nothing else he could do.
But Chen Zhao had no intention of doing anything. He just stood before Azcamore and let him transform.
Finally, Azcamore's transformation was complete. He was like a muscular monster, exuding an insufferably terrifying power from head to toe.
"Human, you didn't stop my transformation. This will be the biggest mistake of your life." Azcamore's body had grown from two meters to six meters, and his arms were as thick as siege hammers.
Chen Zhao looked up at Azcamore silently.
"Unfortunately … I'm also good at strength."
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