When Atofe saw Luo Ge walking towards him from the crowd, he felt his blood boil.
She shouted, "Well? Brave warrior, are you ready to challenge me?"
"Yeah!"
"... We're all ready."
Luo Ge slowly walked to a spot ten paces in front of her and stopped. The wind passed between them, stirring up dust from the ground.
At that moment, Luo Ge didn't rush to attack. Instead, a smile played on his lips, "However, Your Majesty the Demon King... you seem to have misunderstood something."
"Huh? There's a mistake?"
Atofe's expression froze.
Luo Ge slowly drew the Elegant Dragon Sword from his waist; the silver-white blade gleamed coldly in the moonlight.
He raised his sword tip, pointing it directly at the Undying Demon King opposite him, his smile widening, "The one who should be challenging me is you."
"What?"
Upon hearing this, everyone was shocked by Luo Ge's arrogant words.
The surrounding demon soldiers exchanged bewildered glances, and even Muya couldn't help but frown.
A human boy standing before the strongest immortal demon king on the Demon Continent, saying, "You challenged me"—saying such a thing means either he's insane or he genuinely has the confidence to back it up.
It was obvious that the person in front of him was the latter, because Muya had already witnessed the terrifying strength of this human swordsman before.
That was someone who could single-handedly contend with their entire personal guard.
"What did you say?!"
Atofe paused for a moment, then his red pupils suddenly lit up.
She trembled with excitement, a near-maniacal smile spreading across her face, "Good! Excellent! Then come on! Let me see just how strong you really are!"
"Bring it on!"
"Fight!"
She pulled the heavy sword from the ground, stomped her feet, and shot towards Luo Ge like a black cannonball.
Despite wielding such a massive heavy sword, his speed was anything but slow; the whistling sound of the blade cutting through the air was sharp and piercing.
Atofe was very fast, running extremely quickly... but Luo Ge's sword strikes were even faster.
The moment Atofe's sword came crashing down, everyone present tensed up to the point of being on the edge of their seats.
Roxy, standing to the side, even had sweaty palms and the backs of her hands. Although Luo Ge had told her to rest assured, as his teacher...
How could Roxy possibly stand by and watch her disciple join such a dangerous battle?
She gripped her wand tightly, already prepared to rescue him. As soon as Luo Ge was knocked away, she would rush forward to cast a healing spell to save him.
However, what happened next...
What shocked Roxy the most was the moment Atofe swung his sword at Luo Ge's head.
Luo Ge simply swung his sword casually.
bite!
The two swords clashed together, producing a crisp metallic clang.
In the instant sparks flew, a shockwave swept out from the point of impact, creating a visible aftershock that spread outwards.
The pebbles on the ground bounced up, and even the windows of the tavern in the distance rattled.
Did Luo Ge block it?
No!
Everyone watched this scene in shock. Luo Ge, who had just drawn his sword, had not only blocked Atofe's attack, but had also just launched the most perfect counterattack.
Accompanied by a flash of sword light, there was a puff.
The immortal demon king winced in pain, and then her arm was instantly severed and fell to the ground.
Atofe himself was also knocked back several dozen steps.
When everyone saw that Atofe, the immortal demon king, had his arm severed by Luo Ge's sword, and even... was forced back several steps, they were stunned.
For a moment... the entire audience was utterly shocked.
Silence reigned.
What's going on?
A single sword strike was enough to force Lord Atofe to retreat? Is this guy really human? Not to mention Roxy, even the guards standing nearby were filled with shock.
Instead of showing anger or embarrassment after being repelled, Atofe was overjoyed.
Despite losing an arm, she didn't feel any heartache, treating it like an ordinary meal.
The hand that had fallen to the ground seemed to wriggle on its own, flying back to Atofe's severed arm, seamlessly connecting and healing instantly.
Atofe stood still, brandished his greatsword, laughed a few times, and then stretched his limbs.
His face immediately contorted with a ferocious, excited, and ecstatic expression.
"Haha... Your swordsmanship is quite impressive! Come, hero... keep entertaining me!"
With a sinister laugh, Atofe's blood was boiling as she slashed at Luo Ge once more.
Although he had exerted absolute pressure on Atofe with a single sword strike, Luo Ge could not feel happy at all.
You have to understand that with that last strike, he used the ultimate technique "Flow" of the Water God Style. He thought he could finish off his opponent with one strike, but he still underestimated this immortal demon king.
The heroes of the world are indeed as numerous as carp crossing a river.
To date... Luo Ge has encountered quite a few powerful individuals, aside from beings like the Dragon God who transcend comprehension and defy common sense.
The combat strength of this Atofe in front of me is at least in the top three.
Whether it was Badigadi or Rujierd, their strength was probably still inferior to this immortal demon king.
Just as Luo Ge hesitated for a moment, Atofe's attack came in an instant; she swung her heavy sword down.
And Luo Ge, of course, also wielded the Phoenix Elegant Dragon Sword...
Swish! Swish! Swish!
The two continued to slash at each other, their swords moving faster and faster until all that could be heard was the clanging of sparks, and two afterimages flashed and clashed in the moonlight.
Two of the world's most powerful demonic swords. One is the Phoenix Elegant Dragon Sword, forged by the Dragon Emperor. It is one of the Seven Sword God. Its blade is thin and slightly curved. It looks simple and unassuming. It does not have the ominous pressure of a demonic sword. Its touch is clear and calm.
The other Jawbreaker is one of the Forty-Eight Demon Swords, crafted by the master craftsman Yulian Harris, and is Atofe's personal sword.
This is a massive black greatsword, its blade jet black, nearly as tall as Atofe, exuding an immense sense of oppression.
At this moment, the two most powerful magic swords in the world are wielded by two of the world's most powerful warriors, and a supreme duel between kings is about to erupt here.
Luo Ge is a swordsman who has reached the highest level of the King Rank in the Sword God Style, Water God Style, and North God Style. With the combination of the three styles, he can defeat an ordinary Emperor Rank expert with ease.
And the opponent he faces at this moment is not some nobody, but the immortal demon king Atofe, who stands at the very top of the Demon Continent.
The sounds of the battle clashes were so dense, like a torrential downpour pounding on a tin roof, a continuous cacophony with no discernible intervals.
Those around him were amazed to see Luo Ge fighting the Undying Demon King to a standstill, and even briefly suppressing him.
Although the two sides appear to be evenly matched, a closer look reveals that the immortal demon king Atofe himself has actually fallen into a disadvantageous position.
Under Luo Ge's relentless and relentless attacks, Atofe's wounds continued to multiply.
Several cracks had appeared in her black armor, with dark red blood seeping from the gaps.
Despite being covered in wounds, Atofe became even more frenzied, his bloodshot eyes blazing with fighting spirit.
"Hahahaha! That last sword strike was pretty good! It actually managed to wound me..."
Atofe glanced down at the wound on his ribs, then looked up, his excitement undiminished.
"You're using the Sword God Style techniques, aren't you?"
"Wait... it seems there's also the Water God Style... not only that... it even has a bit of the North God Style... you're really getting me excited!"
"Bring it on!"
"Let me enjoy myself even more! Warriors of humanity!"