Bolan was secretly shocked when he saw that his full blow was so easily defused by the young man at the Middle God level in front of him.
"Your moves are very powerful, and the Destruction Rule you have learned is also very powerful, but your combat experience is too poor, and your use and control of divine power are also very rudimentary!" The young man in gold robe directly pointed out all the weaknesses of Bolan.
"Although you can barely fight Six-star Demon among Hell with your strength, but with your combat experience, you can only be regarded as the weakest Six-star Demon!" The young man looked serious.
Bolan gritted his teeth with a look of reluctance, but what the young man said was Bolan's flaw. No matter how unwilling he was, there was no way to refute what the young man said.
"Come again~" Bolan gritted his teeth and killed the young man again. The two were fighting together again. The fierce collision between the two made the entire 16th floor of Necropolis of the Gods become a little precarious. Spatial Rift cut out by the sword energy of the two were everywhere. The two were fighting passionately in such a dangerous environment.
Bolan's Destruction sword energy collided with the wind sword energy wielded by the young man. After the collision, the two sword energy returned to the world at the same time. The battle between the two unexpectedly fell into a stalemate.
Although the young man understood the rules better than Bolan and had more combat experience, under the crushing power of Destruction Rule and High God, who were not weak in Bolan, the two actually ended up in a tie.
As you came and went, Bolan gradually felt the real intention of the person in front of him. The guy in front of him was helping him improve his combat experience. Moreover, after the fierce battle with the young man, Bolan could clearly feel that he was becoming more comfortable in the use of divine power.
Even the realm of High God, which he broke through not long ago, has become more stable, and his strength is much stronger than when he first broke through.
Under Bolan's powerful learning ability, the balance of victory in the originally even battle between the two kept tilting towards Bolan.
Half a month later
"No fight, no fight! You are such a big pervert!" The two separated again, and the young man in gold robe had an anxious look on his face, "Come here again, I will tell you," ending this battle for the purpose of teaching.
Bolan was originally in a very happy mood because of his increased strength, but when he heard the young man in golden robe say that he was a pervert, the most annoying thing was that the word "pervert" was added in front of the word "big". Bolan's face suddenly darkened, and he pretended to pick up his sword for another fight. The shocked young man quickly apologized.
Bolan looked at the divine sword Bloodslayer in his hand that had been with him for many years, with regret on his face. After this battle with the golden-robed youth, Bloodslayer was not considered a top-notch divine weapon. was completely scrapped at this time. The original three-foot sword blade of Bloodslayer was now less than two feet. Even the remaining section of the sword was full of scars from Destruction Divine Sword in the hands of the young man in gold robe.
"Whew~" When Bolan was feeling sad, a sound broke through the air and flew towards him. Bolan grabbed it and it turned out to be Destruction Divine Sword in the young man's hand.
"This, this is?" Bolan looked confused.
"Ah, this." The young man pointed at the Destruction Longsword in Bolan's hand nonchalantly. "This is the reward for the sixteenth floor, a Beirut specially made by Godhead Weapon, even in Among Hell, it is also the magic weapon that countless people dream of. In terms of power, it is only lower than Sovereign Artifact, but even Sovereign Artifact cannot leave even a trace of scar on this Godhead Weapon."
"Godhead Weapon?" Bolan's pupils shrank with an expression of disbelief.
"Hehehe~~" At this time, an old laughter echoed in the sixteenth floor.
"Bolan boy, do you like this big gift from me?" Beirut said with a smile.
"Master Beirut, this gift is really what I want!" Bolan looked happy.
Indeed, one of Beirut's Godhead Weapon is among Hell. Even if a super strong person at the Asura and Prefect Lord level wants one, it is estimated that It's only possible if you need more than half of your net worth, and it's a small dagger-level object. Like the Destruction Longsword that Bolan is holding now, as long as word gets out, there will be countless strong people who want to exchange all their net worth for this divine sword.
"Father!" The young man in gold robe who had just been fighting with Bolan for many days now saluted Beirut with some restraint.
"Sure enough, this guy is one of the three sons of Beirut, he should be the eldest Harry. Otherwise, how could ordinary people still be Middle God when Mysteries has integrated six or seven types of wind elements." Bolan has actually guessed that this golden-robed young man is the son of Beirut, but this guy has never said anything, and Bolan cannot guess others arbitrarily.
"Harry, you should go back to practice first. Bolan and I still have some things to do here." Beirut looked like a strict father.
Bolan shivered when he saw Harry and heard Beirut's voice. He couldn't help but look at Harry with a smile on his face.
"Bolan, remember to come to Dark Forest to play with me after you go out." Harry stopped to leave, as if he remembered something, turned around and shouted to Bolan, and then hurriedly left this Necropolis of the Gods before Beirut became angry.
"Oh, my three sons are all as afraid of me as a tiger." Beirut was like an ordinary old man at this time, looking helpless when his sons and descendants were not close to him.
"Sir Beirut, I can see that Harry seems to be, um, in awe of you?" Bolan said to Beirut with a respectful expression.
"Yes, since that incident, these brothers have been in awe of me!" Beirut looked like he had gained and lost, and then directly terminated the topic. "Bolan, do you still remember me? I said that as long as you get through the sixteenth floor of Necropolis of the Gods, the great Chief Sovereign will accept you as his messenger!" Beirut looked at Bolan with a serious face.
"Remember!" Bolan nodded.
"Then let's invite the great Chief Sovereign out now!" Beirut turned his hand over, and a piece of parchment with complex magic patterns appeared in his hand.
"Chichi~~" The parchment burned, and a strange wave spread out.
At this time, a strange energy was condensing between heaven and earth, and cyan energy was seen condensing rapidly in the sky. This cyan energy was "Wind Sovereign Power".
A large number of Sovereign’s Might directly condensed together in the high air, and finally turned into a giant cyan face that was dozens of meters high.
A terrifying coercion spread out.
Bolan was directly suppressed by the strong pressure and knelt down on one knee. Even Beirut next to him pretended to be in awe and bowed. Bolan rolled his eyes deep in his heart.
When Wind Sovereign Power appeared, Bolan knew that Chief Sovereign was Beirut himself.
"Bolan Baruch, you have been practicing for less than a hundred years since you were born, and you have already achieved High God. Your talent qualifies you to be my messenger, are you willing?" The giant green face stared at Bolan.
"I do, thank you Chief Sovereign for your gift." Bolan said respectfully.
"Sovereign Artifact, I will give it to you when your strength reaches the Prefect Lord level. I will give you two jugs of "Sovereign’s Might" now." The big green face said, and glanced at Beirut. Beirut respectfully took out two jugs from the space ring and handed them to Bolan.
"Practice well, and if you don't understand anything, just ask Beirut." After saying that with a big green face, he left.