Clown Card

Facing the Clown Emperor, whose condition had remained at its peak for some time, Naimus felt the pressure as well.

Peak condition and a constant condition were strengths on entirely different levels.

The Clown Emperor had no need to care about Its physical condition, nor did It need to spend any time calming and stabilizing Itself.

Its attack power remained at its highest, Its attack speed remained at its fastest, and Its physical condition remained constant. Even if It was injured, as long as It did not lose a limb or suffer a life-threatening wound, there was little need for concern.

The sword blade collided with the dagger's tip, crisp clanging sounds ringing out without pause.

It looked exceedingly intense, yet if any high-ranking Demon or Golden Breed had come to sense it for themselves, intense would not have been enough to describe it.

Terrifying would have been more fitting.

Values in the thousands were condensed into such small weapons. Though their edges seemed to cause little outward destruction, that was only because their power had been compressed to an extreme degree.

At that moment, if either of them relaxed their control over their power even slightly, projecting their weapon outward would trigger a terrifying explosion.

But for them now, explosive attacks with scattered area damage found it difficult to truly reach them.

The Clown Emperor's state remained at its constant peak, so Its control would never go wrong. As long as It could perform an action in Its peak state, Its next strike would certainly not go wrong either.

Naimus, meanwhile, possessed pure technical stability.

The talent granted by his special soul, combined with the Swordsmanship he had painstakingly cultivated over two lifetimes, allowed him to perform with extraordinary consistency. With a value of over nine hundred and eighty