Hail the King

Chapter 697: Legendary Battle (1)

"Hahaha! Ridiculous! Just you? Just you alone?"

[One Sword] was enraged by Fei’s mockery. This man who was now easily angered opened his b.l.o.o.d.y eyes wide, and he looked like a demon.

Whoosh!

The silver sword on his back cried and jumped into his hands on its own, and the body of the sword looked so smooth that it was as reflective as a pond. Bright lights enveloped it, and it seemed like it was filled with spirit. This sword is a high-level combat weapon.

"Today, I will chop off your head! I will let all the dirty natives of Zenit know that you, the King of Chambord, are only a weak ant! You will never be able to defeat me! Meeting me is the biggest mistake that you made in your life!"

As [One Sword] shouted, sword energies dashed out. Like brilliant beams of light, they formed a giant energy net, flying at Fei.

The king was calm.

This time, he didn’t back off but instead dashed forward, charging at the net made from powerful sword energies.

[Immortal King’s Stone Crusher] in Fei’s hand let out a series of howls as if a wild king was angry, and the mystic runes on the body of the hammer shined as if they were being activated. As if they had lives of their own, lights shot out of them and turned into golden dragons. This was the terrifying phenomenon caused by one of the most powerful barbarian skills, [Whirlwind].

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

The golden dragons and those brilliant sword energies collided, and the golden and silver energies shot in all directions, tearing all kinds of black cracks in the sky and opening paths to the void. Tornadoes appeared one by one, and s.p.a.ce was even being destabilized. Like a thin piece of paper, it seemed like it could break at any moment.

At this moment, Fei already dashed through the chaotic energy waves and appeared before [One Sword].

Tink! Tink! Tink! Tink!

A series of metal-colliding noises sounded, and sparks appeared all over the place.

In just a split second, Fei and [One Sword] already attacked each other many times, and the [Immortal King’s Stone Crusher] and [One Sword]’s sword collided a lot. Their movements were so fast that other people couldn’t even catch where they were.

Fei already decided to battle [One Sword] close-up so that his opponent couldn’t shoot out his sword energies.

Out of the seven cla.s.ses in Diablo World, barbarians were known to be the most proficient close-range combat masters. Their weapons, hands, elbows, kneels... almost everything on them and around them could be used to attack their opponents.

In this battle, Fei thoroughly demonstrated all that.

The war hammer that was about three meters long wasn’t a burden. Instead, it was really useful in this close-range combat, and it unleashed a level of power that even Fei didn’t antic.i.p.ate. Every single strike was a crushing blow.

"Hahaha! Great! King of Chambord, do you think you are the only person who is good at close-range combat? You are seeking your death!"

[One Sword] laughed crazily as he grabbed onto the silver broadsword with both hands. His close-range combat sword techniques were proficient as well! action

[One Sword]’s techniques were completely different from what were popular on the continent right now. To Fei, his techniques felt like they were from the Mythical Era. Rather than being very delicate and fancy, [One Sword]’s sword techniques were simple; they weren’t fast, vicious, nor complicated. However, they were effective, and the power was stunning when these techniques were connected.

When the battle intensified, streaks of dark-red energies appeared on [One Sword], and that forbidden power enveloped him.

Tink! Tink! Tink! Tink! Tink!

The hammer and the sword continued to collide. As if meteors were hitting the Earth, every single strike resulted in loud metal-colliding and rumbling noises.

On the Xuan’ge which was really close to the battle, many Star-level Warriors of the Ormond Empire couldn’t even handle the sound waves. Blood dripped out their eyes and ears, and some of them fell off the Xuan’ge as they staggered. Then, screams resonated in the air.

As time pa.s.sed by, the battle reached its climax.

By now, [One Sword] had undergone a complete transformation.

Like iron, his muscles all bulged up, and his skin turned dark-red. His long brown hair was soaked in blood, and his eyes turned completely red as well.

He let out a series of hoa.r.s.e roars, and it seemed like he lost his mind and turned into a demon.

Fei seemed to have understood something.

[One Sword] didn’t have a golden finger like the Diablo World, but he was able to go from a peak Six-Star Warrior to a Sun-Cla.s.s Lord. It was clear that he used some forbidden-level techniques to achieve this.

From the look of it, it seemed like a powerful demon possessed his body; another soul was living in him. By borrowing the power of this demon, [One Sword] was able to increase his realm quickly.

However, as this battle increased in intensity, [One Sword] gradually couldn’t suppress this demon inside of him, and he was being demonized.

At this moment, [One Sword] was fighting using the demonic instinct rather than his own consciousness.

As Fei waved his war hammer, waves of golden energy appeared, and he was able to battle [One Sword] head-on. In fact, he was in a slight upper hand.

"What is inside [One Sword]? What is this demon? Why do I feel like I have seen this power somewhere before?" Fei frowned.

"This is unexpected! This native is so powerful!"

On the Xuan’ge, there was a thin and short young man sitting on a fancy golden chair at the command center under the mainsail. He was pale from the over-consumption of alcohol and l.u.s.t, and he looked a little obscene. At the moment, he was surrounded by mighty warriors, and he was enjoying this legendary battle with a mocking smile on his face as if he were watching a show in the Colosseum.

"Hahaha! Great! Good fight! Did you guys see that? This low-life [One Sword] sure got lucky and became a legion commander in the empire, but he is powerful. Eh, this black-haired native is strong as well. Hahaha! Capture him for me later! We can send him back to the empire, and he will be a top-tier gladiator in the Colosseum! Hahaha!" he laughed arrogantly.

This young man was the Second Prince of Ormond, Xanchua.

"Your Highness, great idea! These natives are born to be slaves! They should sacrifice their lives for us like ants!"

"This native sure is powerful! Haha! He is also a king, right? He will make a lot of money for Your Highness!"

"These natives are strong. After conquering this little town, we will seize all their treasures and women before killing everything. Hehe, we heard that this town is rich, and their women are the best! Haha, our soldiers can capture all the women, and we will pick out the best for Your Highness. I’m sure that Your Highness would be able to have a good time!"

There was a bunch of young men around Xanchua, and they were also in fancy clothes and looked pale and ill. They looked gloomy and weak, but their flattery skills were excellent. In fact, Oleg might even be surprised at their flattering smiles and gestures.

Seeing the joyous expression on Prince Xanchua’s face, they flattered even harder.

"Shut up! You bugs! Do you know anything other than flattering?"

At this moment, a blond and muscular man, who had a blond beard and was fully armored, shouted with anger and disdain.

[TL Note: Can you guys guess who this demon is?]