"Haha, you feeble little insect—just you think you can challenge me?!"
The Dark Lord burst into laughter, mocking Nalant for overestimating himself.
He immediately slung the longbow on his back, gripped his short blade, and charged at Nalant at high speed.
Sixth Slash of Glory!
Seeing this, Nalant gritted his teeth in fury.
He promptly swung the Sword of Glory in his hand and slashed at the Dark Lord.
Clang!
Rumble!
As their weapons collided once more, a thunderous boom rang out across the battlefield.
Along with that boom, Nalant was once again forced back more than ten meters.
Wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, Nalant remained stubbornly unwilling to flee.
"You feeble little insect, you do have some nerve. Unfortunately, it's useless."
"Let's see how long you can keep this up!"
The Dark Lord continued mocking him, then launched another attack at Nalant.
Sixth Slash of Glory!
Nalant could still only use the Sixth Slash of Glory to meet him.
Another boom sounded, and Nalant was sent flying again.
For the next while, the two repeated this simple pattern of attacks, clashing dozens of times in succession.
The thunderous impacts echoed both inside and outside the city walls.
After dozens of exchanges, Nalant's face had already turned slightly pale.
"Lord Nalant, if you can't hold on, then withdraw!"
At this point, even the kings below had noticed that Nalant was at a disadvantage.
They could not help calling out to him in concern.
Nalant was the backbone of the Sacred Continent, as well as the support that allowed them to stand as equals with Aio Continent.
Therefore, they did not want anything to happen to him.
They could not handle this Dark Lord themselves right now.
But if they first abandoned some territory, Nalant would surely