"You say you're evolving, but aren't you still retreating?"
Ryuga stopped moving her sword and looked at the Battle Thearch, who had retreated more than ten steps. She raised her eyebrows.
"Retreating …?"
The Battle Thearch lowered his head and looked at his own feet. He suddenly regained his senses from the shock.
When he was faced with that fatal attack, his body moved faster than his brain. He instinctively retreated and dodged the deadly snake's bite.
The eleventh form, Pestless Peony, that he had learned from the secret sword technique, Flying Swallow Returns, allowed him to swing his sword three times at the same time from different angles and turn it into a purgatory of swords. No one could escape from this purgatory.
This was a sword that had reached the second domain level. It was a demonic sword that even the Battle Thearch could not touch.
There was almost no way to break through it from the front. Faced with this sword, he could only retreat again and again until he escaped from its encirclement. Otherwise, he would definitely die.
In the instant that he was about to die, the Battle Thearch instinctively retreated and dodged the blossoming peony. If his reaction had been any slower, his neck would have been broken.
"Damn it …! Dark Exploding Sword! "
The Battle Thearch's entire body trembled. He could not help but fly into a rage out of humiliation. He raised the God-Slaying Sword high up in the air and slashed it down from the sky.
"Whoosh!"
However, at the same time, the 40-meter-long flaming sword swung out violently and sliced the black light in half. Not even a trace of it was left.
"Wh … at?"
The Battle Thearch stood rooted to the ground in shock.
Ryuga, who was opposite him, had an expression that was as light as a drizzle. She retracted the flaming Hedao from above her head.
"It looks like you don't have the potential to surpass the limit."
Ryuga toyed with the Hedao in her hand. She tossed the sword into the air and caught it again. The flames on the sword created a beautiful circle.
"If that's the case, then it's time for this farce to end."
Those calm words seemed to have come from the mouth of a god. They were irresistible.
"I don't believe it!"
The Battle Thearch roared angrily. The veins on his hands bulged as he gripped the black sword and raised it high above his head.
"This is my strongest attack. If you can end it, then end it for me!"
"Take this! — — Evil Light Rend!! "
The pitch-black light condensed on the sword, forming a huge pitch-black sword that pierced through the clouds. It was like a giant that was going to split open the sky as it slashed towards the ground.
When that sword fell, the entire palace would be cut in half in an instant.
The moment this sword appeared, Aliya and Rozali's faces changed. Even the people in the palace who saw this sword turned pale. They were shocked.
"— Form of Thirteen, Blind Triple Thrust."
Ryuga was still indifferent. She changed to holding her saber with both hands. She stomped on the ground three times in a tusk-like manner. The dazzling saber light condensed at one point.
Clang!
Clang!
Clang!
Three consecutive collisions sounded almost at the same time. The tip of the He Blade was like Nabistine's fang in the blink of an eye, accurately hitting the blade of the pitch-black giant sword.
The ear-piercing buzzing sound formed sound waves that were almost enough to shatter their internal organs. Even the rocks beneath their feet could not help but shatter.
"Crack —!"
Immediately after, under the Battle Emperor's incredulous gaze, countless cracks appeared on the nearly hundred-meter-long pitch-black greatsword, with the point where the two swords had collided as the center.
In the end, the entire lightsaber exploded, turning into countless pitch-black specks of light that scattered everywhere. They gradually disappeared into countless tiny specks of light, disappearing into nothingness.
"I lost … My strongest sword skill lost, just like that?"
Battle King was stunned. His face was filled with confusion.
"No, can this kind of power really be considered a sword skill?"
Ryuga's Pestless Peony and Blind Triple Thrust appeared in his mind. She did not use any fancy abilities. She only used the transformations of the sword itself to block his strongest attack. It made him feel like he was going to die.
Compared to that technique, his sword skill could not even be considered a sword skill, right?
Then what should a real sword skill be?
Battle King started to doubt himself. He felt like he had wasted the past eighty years of his life for nothing.
Perhaps only a technique that exhausted the transformations of the sword itself could be considered a real sword skill?
Boom!
Suddenly, a thin and sharp ray of sword energy whistled through the air. In the blink of an eye, it pierced through his chest.
Blood splattered everywhere, staining the uneven ground red.
"Bang!"
Then, Battle King collapsed weakly. The pitch-black giant sword in his hand also fell to the ground with a clang.
"Ah … I really can't defeat the Hero?"
The Battle Monarch's body and voice gradually weakened.
His hair turned white once again. Wrinkles covered his face. The bulging muscles on his body slowly shrank back. In the blink of an eye, he turned back into an eighty-year-old man. It was as if his youth was nothing more than a reflection of the moon in the water.
His voice was filled with disappointment and disappointment. He had used up all his energy and even offered his soul and dignity to the Demon King. Yet, he was still no match for the Hero. Was the Hero really such an undefeatable existence?
"You've misunderstood something."
Ryuga put away the Hedao in her hand.
"I'm not this strong because I'm the Hero."
With that, Liu Xia no longer paid any attention to the Battle Emperor. She turned around and walked out of the ravaged space.
"You're not this strong because you're the Hero?"
Hearing this, Battle King fell into deep thought. Then, realization dawned on him.
"You're the Hero because you're strong to begin with?"
Cause and effect had been reversed.
Normally, the Hero would gradually become stronger after being summoned. However, this Hero had become the Hero because she was strong to begin with.
In other words, this guy was not a Braveheart at all. He was an exception among exceptions, an "unreasonable Braveheart."
If it had been a normal Hero, he might have been able to win. However, since his opponent was this unreasonable Hero, there was nothing he could do.
"Rozali …"
Battle King turned around and looked at Rozali, who was standing at the entrance of the field.
However, Rozali looked at him with an extremely unfamiliar gaze. Following the collapse of her faith, there was also disappointment, loneliness, and even hatred.
"Ah … Did I do the right thing or the wrong thing?"
Looking at that unfamiliar gaze, the Battle Thearch felt a sense of regret that he had not felt in a long time.
However, now that things had come to this, there was no turning back.
"Little Rozali, I like you the most …"
As his final words were spoken, Battle King's eyes gradually lost their luster.
His already weak aura slowly returned to nothingness and completely disappeared.
The blood on the ground also dried up.
Battle King, dead.
"Father …"
Rozali looked at Battle King's corpse in a daze. His last words were like a warning bell that shook her heart. She could not help but tear up.
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