"Roar! Damn you!"
Galactus was shocked and furious!
Apart from that first mighty sword strike, which Su Ming had deftly deflected,
throughout the battle that followed,
he had found himself doing nothing but taking blows!
Shock and frustration rang through his roar:
"A weapon... can be used like that?!"
Of course!
He was a Cosmic Demon who had existed for countless ages,
whose power approached the very source of the universe and who could devour stars.
But in some respects, he had an innate weakness—for example,
the martial traditions and weapon techniques honed over generations by lesser civilizations!
He had thought that drawing the sword he had nurtured within his demonic core for countless eons
would let him destroy this avatar with ease.
The black sword was indeed immensely powerful and terrifying to behold.
Yet before Su Ming's masterful Sky-Piercing Halberd,
the sword in his hands had become little more than a clumsy, ineffective prop!
With an overwhelming advantage in power, brute force might have been enough to crush any technique.
But against Su Ming's Dharma Avatar, which was not far behind him in power and wielded its skills to perfection,
his wild, instinctive swings of the black sword
left him driven back step by step, unable to accomplish a thing!
Galactus could not understand it at all.
They were both swinging weapons, so how could his opponent's attacks be so swift and cunning,
pouring in like a storm from every direction and every angle he had never thought to guard,
striking and stabbing his body with such precision?
All he could do was rely on the sword's durability and his own energy defenses,
blocking awkwardly whenever he could.
What he failed to grasp was that even the mightiest weapon meant nothing if it could not hit its target...
"**Bang,