A Turning Point

At that moment, Nolz suddenly opened his fist and then made a large pulling motion with his body.

Faintly, Galan felt a huge whooshing sound coming from behind his head. He glanced back out of the corner of his eye and saw that the greatsword, which should have flown away, turned around and circled back like it was tracking a missile.

Oh no, I've been infected!

With fists in front and swords behind, he was like a meat sandwich sandwiched in the middle.

In that instant, Galan understood why the other party had inexplicably thrown the greatsword. The weapon contained his Mana, and his Mana seemed to have a magnetic property, which he used to manipulate the weapon to complete the series of actions just now.

He had almost no extra time to think of a way out. Nolz was cunning and patient, waiting until the distance between them was very close before revealing his Healing Fang.

Clearly, he wasn't the kind of person who would engage in a fair and square fight; instead, he cleverly set a trap in a situation that didn't allow for careful consideration, waiting for Galan to walk right into it.

The other party was betting that I would strike quickly, hoping to catch them off guard, which meant that my intentions had been completely figured out.

If he had chosen to briefly confront the enemy and avoid confrontation, then Nolz' move would have been completely futile.

However, in a life-or-death duel, there are never "what ifs," only results.

Galan watched as Nolz's fist, imbued with the aura of death, gradually obscured his vision.

The fist's force was faster than the sword's, allowing Galan to react instantly. He swiftly raised his sword to parry, using his arm to brace against the back of the blade.

In this situation, the issue of the knife is no longer a concern; simply surviving is a great achievement.

The overwhelming force arrived in an instant. Under Nolz's charged attack, Galan's hastily put up defense was rendered useless. The huge fist, mixed with powerful Mana, struck Galan through the blade as if hitting a cow from across a mountain, directly denting his chest.

Puff!

Like being struck head-on by a battering ram, Galan felt many of his bones shatter with a "crackling" sound. His body flew backward like a pale sheet of paper, only to be met by a greatsword flying from behind. With a "whoosh," the sword pierced his left abdomen.

I've really messed up; I've actually been tricked.

He didn't even have the strength to utter a painful cry anymore. All he could manage was to spit out a mouthful of blood, trying to spray it onto Nolz's face to blur his vision.

But the other party simply turned their head slightly and dodged the cloud of blood mist.

"I gave you a chance."

Nolz's face remained calm, as if he had long anticipated this outcome.

No matter how much Galan surprised him, he was no different from the other humans who had died at his hands in the past.

It's just the fish that's jumping the most excitedly on the chopping board.

But just as he was about to step forward and finish Galan off,

But they discovered that the human in front of them, who was already fatally wounded, was still able to move!

Driven by the drug's effects, Galan's cells continued to divide wildly.

And so, once again, he was pulled back from the brink of death with an astonishing speed of recovery.

The chest area, which was noticeably sunken just moments ago, is now slowly recovering at a rapid pace.

He endured the excruciating pain as he pulled the sword from his left abdomen. The unbearable agony repeatedly swept through his mind, as if he were undergoing a clinical operation without anesthesia. He was simultaneously acting as the doctor and the patient.

... Go to hell!

He roared, drew the sword completely, and threw it at Nolz.

The other party seemed to be stunned by this vitality and regenerative ability that was completely unlike that of a human being, and had been frozen in place without making a move against him.

"Are you really human? That incredible regenerative ability... what exactly did you drink just now?"

Nolz caught the greatsword that was thrown at him, but his gaze never left Galan.

The opponent's performance just now was unbelievable even to him, a Demons.

In all the Healing Magic he had known and seen in his more than two hundred years of experience, he had never seen any magic that could have such an effect.

In short, it's something you can't understand; if you had to put it in a way, it would be the power of science.

"Galan wiped the blood from under his lips, his hands trembling slightly as he gripped the hilt of his knife and assumed a fighting stance once more."

Although the Potion's effects were still nothing short of miraculous, Galan could clearly feel that its potency was somewhat weaker compared to the first time.

It seems this also has drug resistance.

He shifted his feet, and after confirming that his body could continue fighting, he quickly got into the zone.

Even if I recover, given the current situation, defeating my opponent will be extremely difficult.

Nolz is Demons has lived for countless years, possessing extremely rich combat experience and powerful Mana, while I am far inferior in this regard.

But he wasn't so pessimistic as to say he had no chance of winning.

If he were truly powerless to fight back, he should be a corpse by now, but he isn't, which means that Nolz' current condition doesn't allow him to overwhelm him like that.

As long as you're not instantly killed, there's still hope for victory.

He focused his mind, moving around Nolz, searching for any possible opening. But just as he thought, how could Nolz, a seasoned veteran and a [general], possibly reveal any weakness to the enemy under such circumstances?

After the initial shock, the other party gradually regained their senses and followed Galan's movements, giving him no opportunity to take advantage.

The two remained locked in a stalemate, neither making a move.

Suddenly, a Silver Sword flew out from the forest, heading straight for Nolz's neck, breaking the stagnant silence.

The Silver Sword carried a power no less than Galan's, forcing him to take action to defend himself.

This sudden turn of events gave Galan an opportunity. He instantly flashed behind Nolz and, before Norz could turn around to retaliate, plunged a knife into his heart.

He then twisted the sword hilt violently.

In theory, the heart should be the weakness of all living beings, including monsters.

But based on his previous experience, and considering the strength his opponent displayed, he knew that this one move alone would be absolutely insufficient to defeat him.

So after landing a successful blow, he didn't greedily continue attacking and quickly retreated.

Just as he created some distance, the sharp blade of the sword arrived as Nolz turned around, slicing past his face and nearly decapitating Galan.