Clash

Boom!!

The two sword energies brushed past each other, heading towards their respective targets.

A huge explosion rang out in the open space, kicking up a cloud of dust that also stirred up the surrounding woods.

Galan was sent flying on the spot, and even after landing, he couldn't stop himself immediately, staggering back more than ten steps before slowly coming to a stop.

Galan was panting heavily, and he could taste the metallic taste in his throat as blood churned.

Even without deliberately checking his injuries, he knew that this attack had seriously wounded him.

After unleashing his slash, Nolz immediately raised his left arm to block. As the sword energy flew towards him, its powerful force forced him to retreat several steps. He had been confident enough to easily withstand Galan's attack, but he discovered that the sword energy had left a very deep wound on his arm, almost severing it. Clearly, he had underestimated his opponent.

"I'm truly surprised; there aren't many humans who can cultivate to your level."

Nolz channeled his Mana, slowly healing the injury on his arm while he spoke.

The way he looked at Galan now was different from before; he had become noticeably more serious and sharp. He clearly believed that Garan was not a small fry who could be easily dealt with, and from now on, he would also have to get serious.

Galan did not respond to him, and just stood there quietly.

While the other party was recovering from the injury on his arm, he secretly plotted in his mind that he was now in deep trouble. As expected of the [General] of the Demons, his attack just now was almost completely unrestrained, yet it only caused this little damage.

Should we run?

Even putting aside the question of whether I could escape, where could I possibly run to?

We definitely can't run towards the caravan. The best option is to escape to [Äußerst], but what if they take their anger out on the caravan and cause trouble for Frog and his men?

What if they're still determined and keep chasing after Lia?

Only a short time has passed; Lia certainly hasn't run very far. If Nolz really wants to kill her, she definitely won't escape.

It seems we'll have to wait a while longer. Blood continued to drip from the wounds on Galan's shoulders and arms, blooming into glaring blood flowers on the ground.

The bones in my body were also throbbing with constant, excruciating pain, as if I had been hit by a car and they were about to fall apart at any moment.

Sometimes he admired himself for being able to resist running away even in such a physical condition.

In Galan's eyes, the fully unleashed Nolz was like a standing Tibetan macaque, ready to pounce and tear him to pieces at any moment.

After taking a short, deep breath, he decisively pulled out a small, exquisite bottle from his person, tilted his head back, and drank down his last bit of his drink without hesitation.

There's no need to save any more. If I accidentally die here, it would be a joke if I earned money but didn't live to spend it.

The cool liquid flowed down the esophagus, and as the medicine quickly took effect in the body, the wounds caused in the earlier confrontation healed at a visible speed.

New flesh pushed aside the blood that was about to form, and new skin grew on the wound, looking exactly the same as before.

The broken bones made a "crack" sound and were healing rapidly.

Seeing Galan quickly recover after drinking the potion, a hint of surprise flashed in Nolz's eyes, but it was only for a moment.

Even if he recovers with the help of external aids, so what?

In the end, it's just a human being; it can't cause any real trouble.

Ultimately, this isn't a matter of being in the right state of mind. I've devoted almost all of my time to combat and cultivation, and the level I've reached is far beyond what a human who has only lived for a few decades can achieve.

"Hoo!" After feeling the power surge within his body once more, Galan didn't hesitate any longer. He pushed off with both legs and charged towards Nolz.

When two armies meet on a narrow path, the brave will prevail. Since we've already used our most prized possessions, it would be a waste not to give it our all.

The long sword dragged along the ground, leaving a deep furrow.

That ferocious momentum, capable of killing gods and Buddhas alike, was like someone about to rush over and tear an elephant apart with their bare hands.

Despite Galan's sudden attack, Nolz remained unfazed.

She strode forward and engaged him in combat.

To the average person, it was just a blur of afterimages, but Galan's longsword and Nolz's greatsword had already drawn dozens of trajectories in the air and clashed several times.

In the brief exchange, Galan did not fall behind in speed.

However, due to the opponent's strength, and not daring to confront him head-on, Galan would always strike the side of the greatsword's blade each time he attacked. This way, he could deflect the opponent's attack and avoid damaging his own weapon.

The trajectories of the swords and blades caused the surrounding air currents to become chaotic.

He watched as his repeated attacks were skillfully neutralized by Galan.

Nolz stomped heavily on the ground, the powerful force spreading out like ripples, creating a deep crater beneath his feet.

Because of the ground collapse, Galan had to retreat quickly to distance himself from Nolz and avoid being caught off guard in the chaos.

Watching his opponent retreat, Nolz simply shifted his feet, his tall frame spinning rapidly in place, and a huge black shadow flew out from his hand.

That was his greatsword. He just threw his weapon like that? Such an old-fashioned fighting style?

Galan's eyes narrowed, and he scraped his feet on the ground to regain his balance.

He then held the longsword upright beside his head, slightly turned his body, and charged forward again, close to the incoming greatsword.

This move requires absolutely no skill; anyone who isn't an idiot can easily dodge it.

But it was precisely this sense of incongruity that made him feel something was wrong, yet the other party didn't give him time to think.

After throwing his weapon, he rushed towards Galan.

Its massive body exuded an oppressive aura as it ran, and its rock-hard fists were raised high, seemingly intending to clash head-on with Galan.

Do you like boxing?

Galan suddenly remembered that when Aizai first met Rivale, he also took a punch from him, so it seemed that his subordinates also had this penchant for hand-to-hand combat.

But I'm not that kind of monster. If I take that punch, I'll probably crack open on the spot.

He spun the blade rapidly as he charged forward, the sharp light on the longsword constantly shifting.

This makes it impossible for the enemy to predict from which angle they will attack, thus preparing for a surprise attack.