The golden storm of Cursed Coins swallowed Dragon Soaring World whole.
At the same time, the Battle Blade burning with brilliant white flames hurtled toward the Jealousy Original Sin that had ambushed him from behind, carrying unstoppable force!
Time seemed to stretch without end.
The global livestream froze on that unbelievable sight.
One tiny human was taking an attack from one Demigod-grade boss while attacking another!
On the official global Apocalypse forum, the reply count beneath the pinned livestream post climbed by the millisecond. Exclamations, curses, and indecipherable symbols in every language flooded the page.
[What the fuck is he doing?! Tanking one demigod's ultimate skill to attack the other? Is he insane?!]
[Madman! This isn't fighting, it's suicide! See his armor's durability? It's evaporating!]
[Can a human even pull off a move like that? Is it a bug?]
[Oh my god... His armor's melting... He's going to die!]
[Tactics? What tactics? This is pure madness! But... damn it, it's magnificent!]
Countless players, no matter which region they were in or what they had been doing, stopped everything and stared at the livestream.
They had witnessed God Wars and dragon slayings, but never a way of fighting so outrageous, so utterly at odds with common sense.
This wasn't a battle.
This was a spectacular fireworks show staged with his life!
On the walls of Rust City, the binoculars slipped from Kevin's hands and shattered on the ground. He didn't react.
Scott opened his mouth to speak, but his throat was too dry to make a sound.
The North American players around them stood like puppets robbed of their souls, staring at the distant battlefield where gold and purple energy churned together.
Only Roderick kept his platinum-flame eyes fixed on Dragon Soaring World.
"He's not trying to win."
Roderick's