Chapter 855 -840: The Third Sword

The area where the Sword Saint and Link were battling was already filled with Sword Qi, making it impossible for others to approach.

Link’s sword was both swift and powerful, and each slash came with a dull sound of breaking through the air. Even before the blade arrived, the wind pressure had already crushed the Sword Saint Puki’s cap.

The Sword Saint casually wielded eight longswords, but every time the blades collided, the human dragon-like strength forced him to spin his body to release the force.

Thus, the scene of their fight looked like the Sword Saint Puki had turned into a bladed top, constantly spinning around Link, occasionally bouncing off walls due to the force, only to rely on the elasticity of Puki’s body to bounce back and continue the battle.

Others were dazzled by the spectacle, simply feeling that they were both incredibly strong.

However, Shi Wu could see that his master was undoubtedly at a disadvantage, using all his strength just to temporarily hold off Link.

Although Puki excelled at healing injuries, there was a limit to the healing speed.

At the moment, the injuries within Sword Saint Puki were continually accumulating. Once they accumulated to the point of affecting movement, it would be the moment of defeat.

Clang—

The lid on Shi Wu’s back was knocked open, and No. 9 cautiously peeked out its body.

“Scared to death, scared to death! Weren’t you almost a goner just now?” It had a post-crisis look, grabbing Shi Wu’s arm with its tentacle to pull him back, but instead staggered itself when it couldn’t move him.

No. 9 crawled up, jogged to Shi Wu, and waved a tentacle before his eyes: “What are you spacing out for? Scared silly? Get away quickly, or you’ll really be done for if you get caught up in this.”

Yet, Shi Wu still didn’t move, just watching those two silhouettes in the sword light.

“I know my master never used his full strength during our sparring, but…” He gripped the broken sword in his hand tighter, “can’t even take a single sword strike?”

No. 9, seeing this, wanted to say something to comfort him but noticed that Link and the Sword Saint seemed to be approaching, so it hurriedly tugged at Shi Wu again: “We’ll talk about this later. Survive first, then you can continue to improve. You’ll definitely become as strong as them!”

“There is no future. I practiced swords my whole life, not to become a waste who can’t take a single strike.”

“What?” No. 9 paused, looking at him in confusion.

Shi Wu had already taken off his mask and canister, picking up a few swords from the scattered mess on the ground to hang at his waist.

“Shi Wu, don’t tell me you’re thinking of…”

Shi Wu turned his head, giving No. 9 a smile: “Wish me luck, partner.”

Then he turned around, actively walking toward the vortex of sword qi that no one dared to approach.

“Shi Wu… Shi Wu! At least, at least use mycelium symbiosis first…” No. 9 anxiously took two steps but Shi Wu did not stop.

…

When Shi Wu’s sword light suddenly entered the battlefield, the Sword Saint was spinning. That unfamiliar Sword Qi cut in from the side, briefly tearing apart Link’s attack rhythm.

Link instantly countered with a reverse slash, shattering the longsword in Shi Wu’s hand to pieces, the fragments flipping through the air. Sliced along with it was also Shi Wu’s left arm.

“Shi Wu? What are you doing!”

Without waiting for a response, to protect his disciple, the Sword Saint’s body sharply bounced, disregarding the increasingly deep wound on his backside, forcibly cutting into Link’s side to open a very brief gap for Shi Wu to escape.

But Shi Wu didn’t retreat.

He was sweating profusely, enduring the pain of amputation, using his only remaining right hand to draw another sword from his waist, stepping forward once more.

This time, the Sword Saint finally understood Shi Wu’s intent, turning his cap in reluctance as he watched Shi Wu rush again.

Cling—

A crisp sound echoed on for a long time.

The Sword Saint’s cap sharply turned back.

Shi Wu was seen flying backward at incredible speed, but this time, his sword did not break!

On Shi Wu’s interface, the sword techniques were rapidly merging and consolidating with each other.

When the scarred Shi Wu returned once again, the longsword in his hand brought forth a completely different, fierce sword light!

[Extreme Sword]

“Master, let’s do it together!”

The Sword Saint felt his nonexistent heart pounding. When was the last time he was so excited?

It was… it was… when Alama found him being cuddled by his daughter…

He shook his cap, banishing these irrelevant thoughts from his mind.

Even though Shi Wu had one arm severed and sustained many more injuries, it wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say he was gravely injured and near death.

However, the Sword Saint could not possibly dampen the moment when his disciple finally stepped into the realm of [Extreme Sword].

He shook his tentacle: “Alright! Let’s take him down together!”

This was an unprecedented battlefield with three [Extreme Sword] individuals simultaneously present.

Even the Demon King in the distance was momentarily distracted by surprise, leading to a series of attacks hitting the shield in front of him, consuming considerable magic power.

The Sword Saint and Link were entangled together, both moving at outrageous speeds, such that any remote attack could accidentally hit the Sword Saint.

So, naturally, the majority of the army’s attacks fell upon the Demon King.

Though these attacks posed no real threat, with magic power in the Deep Area exhausted and unable to replenish, the Demon King still made every effort not to waste magic power, focusing on evading and counterattacking.

Yet, he also had to face Number Ten and two troublesome Elemental Lords. At this moment, within his transparent gooey body, the brilliant glow of magic was slightly dimmed due to depletion.

“Pesky bugs, what are you dodging all the time for?”

The Fire Elemental Lord hadn’t stopped cursing since being released by Inanna. In contrast, the Frost Elemental Lord was quiet, yet her icy attacks kept coming.

The Demon King dodged the attacks, his gaze sweeping over the two Lord Level summoned beings.

Elemental Creatures, even at Lord Level, weren’t particularly difficult adversaries for the Demon King, especially since the two weren’t situated in their respective environments.

All it required was an adequate amount of magic power to generate overwhelming counter elements within a short time to obliterate them.

However… this required a lot of magic power.

But these two Elemental Lords seemed somewhat special, resembling summoned beings.

As such, another more convenient method to deal with them existed.

Amid the skirmish, the Demon King looked toward the human army’s rear, where a distinct, vivid color stood out among the countless moving heads.

“Pink hair and pink eyes…”

The Demon King seemed to have a fleeting moment of reminiscence, yet the movement of his pseudo-feet never paused.

An abrupt Light Arrow shot out from behind the Demon King, leaving Number Ten caught off guard, unable to intervene.

The Fire Elemental Lord didn’t react at all, and the Ice Elemental Lord attempted to conjure an ice wall to block, but in the normal temperature cave, the frost had to spread first. Although her speed was already very fast, she still couldn’t intercept the attack.

Only Inanna cast a Low Tier Magic, Water Mirror Refraction. A rippling water mirror formed in front of her and automatically adjusted its position, blocking the path of the Light Arrow.

However, the power of the Light Arrow shot by the Demon King far exceeded the Water Mirror Refraction’s bearing limit.

The instant it made contact, the water mirror shattered into a mist, and the Light Arrow proceeded unobstructed toward the defenseless Inanna.

“Inanna!”

A greatsword and a tall figure stood in front of Inanna at the last moment.

Magic light scattered everywhere.

Boom—

“Devious bug, I shall kill you, kill you!” The Fire Elemental Lord erupted with an unprecedented high temperature, forcing nearby human troops to retreat.

However, before it could get close to the Demon King, an invisible force drew it continuously toward the Ring of Restraint, eventually disappearing from the battlefield, leaving only a string of resentful roars.

The Frost Elemental Lord also vanished alongside, leaving only the floating Demon King and Number Ten in mid-air.

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