Upon hearing that his opportunity for a breakthrough lay hidden on the Crimson Flame Civilization battlefield, the Sword Demon, kneeling on one knee before Destruction Demon God Locke, radiated an irrepressible excitement throughout his whole body.
Just like the torment of the past twenty thousand years, the Sword Demon had remained stuck before that invisible shackle. No matter how he charged against it, he could not cross it. He was only one step away from advancing into a Level-12 Sword Demon, yet it seemed as though countless mountains and rivers lay between them.
This obsession with something forever beyond his grasp had long caused faint signs of demonic deviation to grow within him, and his temperament had become increasingly violent and paranoid.
To seek that sliver of a possibility for breakthrough, he had once asked Super Saiyan Kakarot, hoping to engage him in a deathmatch without holding anything back. Even if Kakarot killed him on the spot in the end, he would have accepted it willingly.
What the Sword Demon sought was merely to use such an extreme, life-or-death battle to force his own potential to erupt completely, thereby seizing the opportunity to advance into the Level-12 Realm.
Unfortunately, even though Super Saiyan Kakarot had cooperated with him in several sparring matches, he had always held back.
After all, the Sword Demon had already formally joined the Destruction Divine Kingdom Faction. If he were truly beaten to death, would not the price and effort Destruction Demon God Locke had previously invested to recruit this top combat power all go down the drain?
Such restrained sparring naturally could not allow the Sword Demon to touch the threshold of breakthrough.
Now that he had suddenly learned that the breakthrough opportunity he had dreamed of day and night was on the Crimson Flame