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The venue erupted in chaos.
Lucifer, as the foremost warrior of the Sertate Clan, represented the will of Morkvand to some extent. However, over the years, Morkvand had maintained a neutral stance regarding all events related to the Solomon Clan. If he were an unknown figure, it wouldn't matter much, but the key point was that Morkvand was recognized as the most likely candidate to become the Eighth Progenitor in nearly a century. Therefore, his opinion held significant weight.
Now that Lucifer was representing the Sertate Clan in battle, what did that signify? The gazes of numerous nobles flickered back and forth between Morkvand and Su Ye, each lost in thought and speculation.
In contrast, Acheron and Lion's Eye frowned simultaneously.
On the other side, Lucifer calmly regarded Garen, having heard that trembling voice.
"Are you strong?"
Even at this moment, Garen was still suppressing his fighting spirit. If he hadn't held back at a critical moment earlier, Scarlet Moon might have been killed on the spot. It was important to note that with power sealed by the castle's formation, only his trained physique and accumulated abilities remained.
Lucifer raised an elegant eyebrow and replied lightly, "Come on."
"Boom!"
As soon as the words left his mouth, Garen surged forward in an instant, his hands swinging down like hammers with all his might, creating a sound that sliced through the air! Lucifer's reaction was swift; he immediately crossed his sword in front of him to block Garen's attack while his wings flared out, propelling him backward with remarkable speed!
To onlookers, it appeared as though Garen had charged at Lucifer, and then both figures darted off in the same direction. Their speed was so great that only a straight blur remained visible!
Lucifer's eyes finally revealed surprise. Despite retreating rapidly with his wings and dissipating much of Garen's power, his hands still felt numb, and his sword hummed ominously. He flapped his wings again, suddenly moving outward!
At that moment, Garen had already arrived at his side and slammed into him with a powerful shoulder charge! With a loud "bang," Lucifer staggered back half a step, his eyes flashing with anger as he swung his sword at Garen with a swift "whoosh!"
Gasps erupted from the audience at this scene.
Indeed, it was Lucifer, the Lucifer of the Sertate Clan, the nearly perfect powerhouse who had fused the Celestial Race's bloodline. He had actually been pushed back half a step by his opponent!
This alone was enough to demonstrate Lucifer's strength. After all, under similar attacks, Tastandin and Scarlet Moon had suffered terribly; the fact that Lucifer could withstand the force and only take half a step back clearly showed the difference in their abilities.
But the troubling part was that this disparity was being highlighted by Garen! Could it be that this warrior's physique and combat level had grown to such an extent?
As a powerful member of the Sertate Clan, cultivated by Mokfande himself, Lucifer's strength was certainly not limited to this. After forcing Garen back with a single strike, he utilized the speed of his wings to dart around in various directions, waiting for the perfect moment to attack!
However, gradually, Lucifer's expression grew more serious.
This warrior seemed to move normally, yet there wasn't a hint of vulnerability! It was as if every tiny muscle on him was imbued with heightened alertness; whenever he attacked, Garen would respond preemptively!
As a result, despite changing positions dozens of times, Lucifer only managed to land successful hits twice!
To an ordinary person, this might not seem significant, but for a powerhouse like Lucifer, it was clear how unimaginable the combat experience required to achieve such reflexes truly was!
Even more crucial was his physique! Lucifer perfectly seized those three opportunities; each time he attacked with all his might, yet when it landed on this warrior, it felt like nothing more than a minor inconvenience—at worst, it only caused Garen to stagger back a few steps!
According to the information, the Solomon Clan does not have this warrior. This indicates that he has only recently emerged, and his power is likely not remarkable—at least not a strong presence above Third Tier. However, with his combat skills alone, he has already surpassed most Third Tier warriors!
If someone like him were to cultivate to the level of a true powerhouse and gain Third Tier strength or even greater...
How terrifying a monster would he become?
A humanoid battle soldier?
With a sudden burst of speed, Lucifer was caught off guard by Garen, who landed a heavy punch that sent him reeling back!
Compared to when he first approached, Lucifer now looked quite disheveled.
Wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, he shouted at the figure charging at him again, "Are you done yet?"
Yes, are you done yet? The other person noticed something unusual about you and kindly tried to help you vent through combat, yet you relentlessly pursued them, forcing them into this state!
But in reality, Garen felt equally helpless.
During Lucifer's earlier defensive yet rarely offensive fight, Garen had discerned his opponent's intentions. In principle, he was somewhat grateful for the assistance.
However, as the Blood Frenzy state grew increasingly fierce, Garen needed to find an outlet for his aggression.
"Use all your strength and fight me!" Garen's eyes turned crimson as he lunged forward and delivered two powerful kicks to Lucifer.
"You're insane, you're just a madman..."
Lucifer took advantage of his wings to soar to the other side of the battlefield, locking his gaze on the rushing Garen. "You forced my hand."
...
The entire battle had only lasted a mere two minutes from start to finish.
Yet in that brief span, the nobles at the dining table were all left stunned. Especially when they heard the words, "Fight me with all your strength." This group, skilled at reading people's hearts, failed to notice the underlying tension, and each of them felt a surge of confusion within...
They haven't even gone all out yet?!
Blackie, still reeling from his own defeat, dropped the chicken leg he was holding with a thud.
"There’s no need to continue this. You should call it off," Somaroth said after a moment of contemplation.
This battle was not merely a contest; while it could effectively filter out the strong, reaching this point indicated that both sides were qualified to enter Dead Man's Gorge. Continuing the fight would serve no purpose.
"I'm sorry, but I refuse."
Somaroth blinked in surprise and looked at Niguzate in confusion.
Niguzate forced a smile. "If it were just one person, perhaps I could intervene. Well, maybe. But if it's two..."
Somaroth's lips twitched slightly, but he could only sigh softly. After all, this battle was one where powers were suppressed. If Blood Power were added, Niguzate would undoubtedly crush everyone present, even Mokvand would have a fighting chance. But relying solely on combat strength... that would truly be self-inflicted suffering.
The battlefield erupted with loud booms!
There, Garen and Lucifer stood at opposite ends, repeatedly transforming into afterimages as they collided, then retreating back to their original positions. To the naked eye, it appeared as if there were two straight and uninterrupted black shadows.
With each thunderous sound, it felt as though the entire venue trembled!
This battle was destined to leave a deep impression on everyone; the sheer physical combat strength displayed was astonishing!
However, in reality, this continuous cycle of collisions was the most basic form of fighting, which could also be understood as a war of attrition.
In this style of combat, both sides rapidly consumed their stamina, competing to see who could stand until the end.
Though it seemed meaningless, it was currently the best way for Garen to vent his rage.
But soon enough, Lucifer began to show signs of exhaustion.
This wasn't due to his lack of strength; rather, both the Celestial Race and the Blood Clan primarily focused on power. In terms of physique, they couldn't compare to races like the Giant Race or Werewolf Clan. The fact that Lucifer had trained his body to this level only highlighted his formidable nature.
"Isn't this enough?" Lucifer's afterimage grew shorter and shorter, and at this moment, he didn't even have a chance to gather his strength.
The continuous high-intensity battle had already left Lucifer extremely fatigued. Most importantly, it was utterly pointless since he was merely helping Garen unleash his berserk power.
The legendary figure of the Sertate Clan felt a sense of grievance for the first time in decades.
He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his silver eyes burning with intensity. "You... have angered me!"
Clearly, Lucifer was unleashing his true fury.
However, just then, with a loud bang, he was once again sent flying by Garen! Lucifer's face was filled with rage as he quickly soared into the air on his wings, gripping his sword vertically with both hands, radiating an astonishing battle intent!
Indeed, just like Tastandin's Freezing Command, Lucifer possessed a weapon infused with his soul: the Anger of the Angel. This longsword, which combined the powers of two great races, was far beyond what Freezing Command could compare to. Even though its power was suppressed by the castle's formation, it still held immense destructive capability!
"Boom!"
Flames swirled around the blade of Anger of the Angel!
Garen finally sensed something amiss; the continuous collisions had diminished his berserk power significantly. He warily eyed the flaming longsword and drew the Storm Giant's Blade from behind him.
"Whoosh!"
The fiery longsword suddenly swept through the air. With a clang, it clashed against Stormblade, leaving a ring of blackened scorch marks on the blade. Accompanied by a tremendous force, the ground beneath Garen shattered instantly!
The sound of cracking echoed continuously as Garen's legs sank deep into the ground. He was rapidly pushed backward until he reached the end!
At that moment, Garen's berserk power had completely vanished. However, the flaming longsword before him clearly could not be retracted. If he were to endure this strike head-on, even Garen lacked the confidence to stand up again...
Lucifer slowly descended, watching Garen, who was cornered and in a desperate situation, finally letting out a sigh of relief.
But just then, the lights in the venue suddenly dimmed!
No! It wasn't the lights that dimmed! Lucifer turned to see the Pain Crystal radiating with dazzling magical energy, instantly creating a barrier, as if it were preemptively warding off some kind of power!
Yes, warding off.
Lucifer suddenly thought of something and quickly turned back!
In the next moment, Lucifer's pupils widened gradually, revealing a look of horror...
There, Garen had suddenly stopped retreating.
It wasn't because he had suddenly used some skill,
but because his massive sword...
was emitting blinding silver light!
The wind howled, swirling like invisible hurricanes!
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