NovelEnglish“Alright,” Geronimo responded with a nod and then stepped forward with Dante.
At this moment, Ryan suddenly stood up. "Ahhh! Just break!” The muscles in his thighs exploded, and several other parts of his
body started tearing.
The sacred dragon-slaying sword was blown away, shocking Yodel. He waved his hand, recalled the sword, and then rushed toward
Ryan.
"Tyrannical Slash!” Ryan roared before meeting him with the god-slaying sword in his hand.
Both of them were moving so fast that even those at the peak of the Mystique Loyalty Realm could not see them. All they saw were
large swaths of light left by the swords. They could only hear the sound of metal clashing.
Each attack held so much destructive power that it suffocated and sent chills down the spines of those looking.
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Roxy and Summer narrowed their eyes, but they could barely see their figures. All they managed to glimpse was Ryan slashing his
sword left and right, stabbing and picking. His movements were a flurry.
Yodel, on the other hand, looked calm and seemed to be taking every blow from Ryan easily. If one looked closer, however, they
could see the fear and panic deep in his pupils.
He was panicking.
Ryan was just hacking and slashing uncontrollably, yet every cut was infused with an intense fighting spirit—the very sthat
made his strength equal to Yodel's own.
Yodel was stunned for a moment, and in that time, Ryan had already executed 50 slashes. Yodel blocked 49 of them, and when he
was about to block the last one, Ryan's god-slaying sword suddenly struck his arm in an abrupt trajectory.
His arm and sword fell to the ground.
Ryan did not give Yodel a chance to breathe and immediately struck out with another attack, but Yodel jolted and managed to put a
distance of a hundred meters between them. Yodel raised a hand before him and made a grabbing motion.
A fist the size of a house appeared and spread its fingers to pinch Ryan.
Instead of retreating, Ryan advanced further, his figure spinning as he released nine consecutive slashes. The bloody sword forms
that were unleashed from these attacks cut the fists into pieces.
"Die!”
Leaping high up into the sky, Ryan slashed out with all his strength.
He raised the golden shield to block the sword form that brought with it the scent of death.
The red sword form struck Yodel's golden shield hard, and the terrifying force shattered both Yodel's legs, followed by his calves
exploding into a mist of blood.
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He used to be 1.2 meters and was now 30 centimeters shorter.
"Ahhhh... | want to go home!" Yodel wailed and then rushed toward the Temple of Frey with embarrassment.
He was so scared! The man from Drakonia not only had the ability to fight against someone at the Legendary Realm, but he also
had the power to kill him.
"Monster... He's a monster..." Yodel burst into tears when he returned to the observation deck.
This man who was regarded as a god by countless wealthy families in the West had been frightened to tears.
"He can't be allowed to live!”
Dante waved his hand, and a burst of spiritual power instantly drew Ryan back.
“What are you doing, old man? | can still fight!"
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