Wait, I Want to Fight Him One-on-One

To deal with bad people, you have to be worse, more shameless, and more brazen than them.

This is the experience that Russell summarized from years of punishing evil, doing good deeds, and being a good person since childhood.

To his shame, although he knew this principle, he only talked about it theoretically and was always a bit lacking in practical application.

No other reason than that he's too thin-skinned and not mature enough!

Russell, holding the Holy Light Longsword, stared intently at Asmodeus's lower body, his brows furrowed in disapproval, sometimes letting out a cold snort, sometimes flapping his wings with a whoosh.

Asmodeus swung his Black Flame Greatsword to block the holy light, his eyes meeting Gabriel's, before suddenly unleashing two black rays.

The attack came without warning, Gabriel dodged to the side, halting the offensive.

With the tide turning and the tide rising, Asmodeus gained a chance to catch his breath, seized the opportunity to unleash a flurry of sword strikes, and firmly established the initiative, intending to inflict another wound on Gabriel.

"Snort!"

Upon hearing the cold snort, Asmodeus felt a chill run down his spine. His eyes reflected the sword light coming from afar, and he immediately felt as if he were facing a formidable enemy. He abandoned his advantage and leaned on his sword, becoming extremely vigilant.

On the edge of the battlefield, Russell held his Holy Light Longsword horizontally, pointing it at the full moon in the sky, then brought it back to his chest and flicked it lightly with his finger.

Because it was a longsword made of Angel's Power, it was useless if it didn't make a sound. When he touched it with his finger, apart from a little pain, there was no other reaction.

"Ding~~~"

Russell added his own voiceover, the echo lingering for a long time, before exclaiming, "What a fine sword!"

"..."

Asmodeus wanted to curse, but a white light appeared before his eyes, and the Sword of Judgment pierced towards his neck. He could even feel the chill on the blade and hurriedly blocked it.

I'm so angry!

A torrent of curses reached his throat but he swallowed them back. Asmodeus's face turned red, and he was struggling to breathe due to the pressure from the sword energy, almost causing him to suffer internal injuries.

He's just a clown, his strength is so weak he's not worth mentioning. We'll deal with him later!

Asmodeus secretly warned himself that Gabriel was the real enemy, and he could not afford to be distracted now, as the enemy was deliberately provoking him.

Fueled by resentment, Asmodeus unleashed a fierce attack with his Black Flame Greatsword, engaging Gabriel in Gabriel battle. The swords flashed, their blades clashing with astonishing energy.

At this moment...

Russell:

Asmodeus suddenly felt a chill in his rear, and the evil gaze made him instinctively clench his legs. His breathing became disordered, and his attack naturally revealed an opening. In his hasty defense, he was stabbed in the shoulder by Gabriel's sword and screamed as he withdrew from the battle.

The wound wasn't long; even for an ordinary person, this level of injury was nothing to worry about, and a band-aid would have been enough.

What's terrifying is the holy light that comes with the Sword of Judgment. Light and darkness are born to counter each other, and when the holy light travels through a demon's body, it's no different than injecting deadly Venom into its veins.

Asmodeus's arm was half numb. He used Dark Energy to banish the holy light while parrying the Sword of Judgment with one hand. He finally managed to banish all the holy light and was about to unleash his full power when...

"Take this!"

Asmodeus shuddered as the Sword of Judgment severed one of his arms. He retreated hundreds of meters, glaring angrily at Russell's location.

Russell brandished his Holy Light Longsword, battling wits with thin air, humming and hawing like a fool.

If he were an idiot, there would be no devils in hell!

Asmodeus cursed inwardly, raised his hand to stop Gabriel who was rushing towards him, and said angrily, "Wait a minute, that bastard is whining and peeking at me with those lewd eyes. I want to fight him one-on-one!"

Gabriel shook his head slightly and said coldly, "He is no match for you. I will not watch him die."

Russell nodded repeatedly. "If you say it's a one-on-one fight, then I'll lose face!"

Asmodeus's chest heaved violently, his earlier elegance completely gone. He roared in exasperation, "What's wrong with letting such a scoundrel from Heaven die at the hands of the devil?"

That makes a lot of sense. Gabriel found himself tempted and opened his mouth to speak when Russell suddenly interrupted.

"Archangel, Asmodeus is using a divisive tactic, deliberately trying to sow discord between us. He is the devil, and not a single word he says can be trusted."

Russell, glaring and gritting his teeth, silently moved to Gabriel's side, pointed at Asmodeus, and cursed, "You despicable devil, falsely accusing an innocent person! What's wrong with me humming a few words on the sidelines? Can't I use holy light to soothe my itchy throat?"

"And my eyes, those were clearly full of positive energy..." Russell pointed to his wide-open eyes, which were indeed righteous and upright.

Asmodeus: "..."

Gabriel turned his head away, his face slightly red. Russell was very displeased when he saw this. "We're all on the same side. What's with that expression?"

"Archangel, do you think I'm right?"

"Uh..." Gabriel hesitated; he wasn't good at lying.

"Asmodeus is Fallen Angel, a demon king of hell, a devil..." Russell frowned and began to state the facts.

"No need to say anything more, you're right!"

Gabriel spoke up decisively, saying that regardless of whether Russell was right or wrong, Asmodeus was definitely wrong, and that was politically correct.

Asmodeus trembled with rage, pointing a finger at Gabriel: "You, one of the four Archangel, how could you utter such a despicable lie? You... you, you have fallen!"

Russell scoffed, then turned to Gabriel and said, "Archangel, look at the devil's face, it's truly hideous..."

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Gabriel: You are even uglier than him!

"Archangel, if you had truly fallen, Asmodeus would be laughing his head off. Right now, he's accusing you of falling while simultaneously jumping up and down in anger; it's clearly a frame-up. This guy is insincere, fickle, and two-faced..."

After rambling on for a while, Russell finally took a deep breath and concluded, "To deal with such shameless devils, we should all go together, without worrying about fairness or justice."

Gabriel's face Gabriel ashen, and his grip on the Sword of Judgment tightened. In the end, he chose political correctness and said with difficulty, "Fine... alright, let's all come at once!"

Russell nodded to himself. If Gabriel were as mature as Gandalf, he wouldn't need to waste so much breath.

Gandalf was unremarkable at first, but he seized an opportunity and was appreciated by a high-ranking leader, from which point he rose rapidly through the ranks and reached the pinnacle of his life.

Gabriel, a noble and beloved high-ranking angel, was ordered to descend to Earth to do hard labor for disobeying his superiors.

Both are angels, yet the difference between them is enormous...

However, it's not too late. As long as Gabriel can maintain this mature momentum, work steadily and learn more from Luo, he will surely regain the leader's favor.

"Hahaha---"

"I knew it. Heaven is full of hypocritical scoundrels who pretend to be virtuous, saying one thing to your face and another behind your back, doing shameless things while maintaining a glorious image..."

Asmodeus laughed in fury, "Come at me all at once! Do you think I'm afraid of you?"

Russell nodded. "Since you insist, let's go together!"

"..."

Asmodeus was nearly driven mad with anger. He suffered a humiliating defeat in his one-on-one Gabriel, and with Russell joining the fray, he was destined to lose this battle.

It's not that Russell was so great, but... uh...

In short, defeat is inevitable!

Asmodeus glared fiercely at Russell, then changed his battle plan, putting aside the temptation to corrupt Gabriel for now. He wouldn't be able to sleep peacefully until he killed Russell.

As Asmodeus murmured softly, the severed arm floated in front of him, Black Flame Greatsword cleaved it in two, instantly spreading out a dense darkness.

Space is distorted, and hell descends once more...