Such methods are nothing short of blatant humiliation.
From beginning to end, Emperor Yassin acted like a high and mighty monarch judging his subject. In terms of both demeanor and words, he completely overwhelmed D'Alessandro. In terms of martial arts, he effortlessly shattered the confidence and fighting spirit of this second disciple of the Martial Saint. Everyone could see that this Emperor of Zenit did not take D'Alessandro seriously at all.
"You're too arrogant..."
D'Alessandro was so enraged he felt like he was going to vomit blood, and he went into a frenzy.
He gently pulled his right hand through the air, and a pale silver flame flashed. A delicate slender sword, about 1.45 meters long, appeared in his hand. The blade emitted a burst of cold light, as if a streak of silver light was moving through the air. If one looked closely, one would find that this sword was extremely magnificent. Every part showed the exquisite craftsmanship of a grandmaster. The hilt, the blade guard, and the spine were all inlaid with a row of top-grade silver magic stones. The sides of the blade were covered with runes as fine as hair, and a barely perceptible silver light moved within the rune paths, releasing a dangerous aura.
This is a Demigod Dou Weapon.
With the One Sword in hand, D'Alessandro's aura surged, showing signs of breaking through to the Blazing Sun Class Great Perfection. The Demigod Dou Weapon was said to be able to amplify the user's power a thousandfold, and in the hands of a peerless master like D'Alessandro, it indeed unleashed indescribable terrifying power.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh!
With a flick of his wrist, D'Alessandro unleashed a dozen streaks of cold light from his sword, shooting towards Emperor Yassin.
Golden ripples flickered in the void, blocking the silver light ten meters away from Emperor Yassin. Like a snail stuck in a swamp, it slowed down more and more, until the true form of the silver light could be clearly seen—a rapier shrunk hundreds of times, exactly the same as the ornate rapier in D'Alessandro's hand, containing terrifying power, and slowly came to a stop.
Boom boom boom!
The small silver sword suddenly exploded violently, creating a sharp gust of wind that lifted the hem of Emperor Yassin's light blue imperial robe.
This was the first time since the two sides began fighting that D'Alessandro had lifted the robes of Emperor Yassin.
"Hahaha, what kind of damn emperor is he? He's even more arrogant than me! Prepare to die!"
Having landed a successful blow, D'Alessandro's confidence soared. He moved with lightning speed, his ornate rapier flashing as he sliced through the golden flames in front of Emperor Yassin with the speed of a knife cutting through flesh. He then reached Emperor Yassin's side, his silver blade flashing as he launched a close-quarters attack.
In an instant, two figures flashed wildly in the sky. The explosive power fluctuations were gone, but the scene was even more breathtaking. Due to their speed, countless afterimages of the two appeared in the air. There was an illusion of Emperor Yassin having his throat pierced by a magnificent rapier, and an illusion of D'Alessandro having his head shattered by a punch. Various illusions appeared one after another, and almost no one could catch a glimpse of the two actually fighting.
This dazzling battle lasted for several tens of minutes until finally, a loud bang rang out, and the two sounds flew backward and separated.
A trickle of silver blood escaped from the corner of D'Alessandro's mouth, and the ornate rapier in his hand moved like a shooting star.
Emperor Yassin was not injured, but a few strands of his long blue hair flew away in the wind, and there were three shocking sword marks on his sky-blue imperial robe, which were just a hair's breadth away from injuring his skin.
"Hahaha, the foundation of the Continent Martial Saint Mountain is far beyond what your small first-level empire can compare to. Although you are the emperor, in my eyes you are nothing but an ant. Who will emerge victorious today is still unknown. Hahaha, what can you do to me?"
D'Alessandro laughed heartily. He had been seriously injured earlier, which had made his movements somewhat sluggish; otherwise, he could have truly wounded the Zenit King just now. If the God Dou Weapon Broken Blade hadn't been lost in the war against the Sea Clan, he could have easily killed the Zenit King before him today, without having to go through so much trouble.
"Even with Maradona's [ Star Mark ] in hand, you are no match for me."
Emperor Yassin remained calm and showed no particular anger.
That magnificent rapier, named [ Star Mark ], was the weapon used by the Continent Martial Saint Maradona in his early years. It had slain and defeated countless heroes and was a highly ranked divine weapon even among Demigod Dou Weapon, possessing extraordinary power. However, at this moment, D'Alessandro had clearly not fully mastered this Demigod Dou Weapon, only unleashing less than one-tenth of its combat power.
"Is that so? King of Zenit, what an arrogant tone. But what if I were added to the list?"
An unfamiliar voice suddenly rang out on the battlefield.
A series of terrifying power fluctuations silently emanated from the other side of the two peerless experts. The void rippled slowly like water, and an elusive figure, like a reflection in the water, appeared little by little, seemingly extremely slowly but actually extremely quickly, at the ripples.
This was a slightly short and stout figure with wild, long hair that cascaded down to his heels like a waterfall. He wore a fur cloak, and his triangular eyes, with tiny green pupils the size of mung beans, radiated a wild and violent aura. His muscles bulged, as if carved by a knife and axe, and he carried a gigantic, exaggeratedly shaped beast bone in his hand, which was white and terrifying.
This uninvited guest initially gave the impression of a dull mercenary struggling on the brink of life and death, but the terrifying power emanating from him sent shivers down one's spine. A dense aura of earth element emanated from his short, stout body, distorting the light and creating a suffocating atmosphere.
Such strength is actually no less than that of Emperor Yassin and D'Alessandro.
This sudden turn of events took everyone by surprise.
Who is this person?
Why side with D'Alessandro?
Could Emperor Yassin alone withstand two equally powerful opponents?
On the walls of the capital, almost everyone was filled with unease, stunned by this unexpected turn of events. The glimmer of hope that had just risen in their hearts began to fade into the distance once more. The Goddess of victory, like a promiscuous woman, kept seducing and waving between the two sides.
Crown Prince Arshavin's brows furrowed suddenly, while Princess Natasha and the Witch Paris smiled bitterly at the same time. This level of battle had far exceeded the scope of strategy. In the face of absolute power, any strategy would become pale and powerless. Even if they were incredibly wise, they could not help Emperor Yassin.
In the sky.
Emperor Yassin raised his sword-like eyebrows slightly and frowned, saying, " Emperor of Anzhi, you really couldn't resist the Jimo and came here."
"Haha, I've waited all these years, and today is the only chance I have to kill you. I certainly won't let it go." The short, stocky figure laughed heartily. He was none other than Suleiman Kerimov, the emperor of the Anzhi Empire, an ambitious emperor of a newly rising empire.
"So, you planned this all along?" Emperor Yassin's gaze swept over D'Alessandro and Emperor Klimov, as if he understood something.
"Heh heh, you only realize that now? Too late." D'Alessandro laughed wildly.
"You feigned illness and retreated, fooling many, but you couldn't fool me. Over the years, I've tested you three times, yet I've still struggled to gauge your strength. You truly are a former martial arts prodigy, waiting for an opportunity to kill you with absolute certainty. Now, I've finally found it." Klimov roared with laughter, "Today is the day the Zenit Emperor departs this world. Two against one, you have no chance of victory."
D' D'Alessandro and Emperor Klimov ample information, finally drawing out Emperor Yassin, creating a decisive situation.
" Suleiman, as the emperor of a nation, are you not afraid of being ridiculed for fighting two against one?" Emperor Yassin asked Earth Inquiry.
"As long as I can kill you, the victor is king and the loser is a bandit. I will write history. Why should I fear the words of some ignorant fools?" Klimov was completely unconcerned.
"It seems you have been planning this for a long time." Emperor Yassin showed no fear.
"Haha, not bad, I told you, today we're two against one, victory is assured, you can die without regrets." D'Alessandro was already impatient.
"Really? What if I join you?"
Just then, a fourth, unfamiliar voice suddenly came from the city wall of the capital, clearly penetrating the power field of the three supreme experts and resounding throughout the heavens and earth. It contained great power, which was no less than that of the three supreme experts and was on par with them.
Another top-tier expert?
Who is it?
Everyone was greatly surprised.