Zhou Huai stared blankly at Mr. Duan through Yasuo's eyes.
My brain couldn't process it for a mont.
A thick, absolutely defensive earthen wall.
A ghostly blue fire serpent, swift as lightning, capable of incinerating everything.
That teleportation that ignores spatial distance!
Earth, fire, and space elents?!
What exactly is this guy's profession?
How is he able to use three completely different, even mutually exclusive, laws and skills simultaneously?!
This is unprecedented in the entire history of the Great Xia Kingdom, no, in the hundreds of years of professional beings descending upon the entire Blue Star!
Yi the Archer, Gabriel, and Gandalf.
These are three SS-level combatants!
On the battlefield of Tokyo, these three clones, working together, were a force that could even withstand the true SSS-level god, Kujo Naruya!
But what about now?
Just one glance!
His three top-tier clones were wiped out so easily that he didn't even have ti to reveal his trump cards!
They couldn't even stop the other person from moving for a second!
Although Zhou Huai had a premonition that the man who called himself his uncle would be very strong when he sensed that Mr. Duan had broken the formation of the other courtyard, he was still very confident.
But this... is just too ridiculously strong!
This is completely beyond the comprehension of human professionals!
On the desolate Gobi Desert, the wind still howls.
Mr. Duan casually tossed Gandalf's body, with its neck shattered, into the dust at his feet.
He took out a clean white handkerchief from his pocket and gently wiped the dust off his fingers.
Are you wondering why I can use skills from different systems?
Mr. Duan raised his cold eyes and, from dozens of ters away, locked onto the swordsman Yasuo, who was on high alert.
Zhou Huai, controlling Yasuo, held his lightning-streaked katana horizontally in front of his chest, remaining silent.
A bead of cold sweat slid down Yasuo's rugged cheek and dripped onto the charred rock.
Mr. Duan tossed the handkerchief he had used to wipe his hands into the wind, letting it drift away, and strode toward Yasuo.
He walked slowly, without using any spatial magic, simply strolling leisurely.
But with each step he took, the air around him grew heavier.
"Zhou Huai, what do you think..." Mr. Duan began, his voice clearly audible across the vast Gobi Desert, "What should a true strongman in this world be like?"
"Are they those SS-level legends who stand at the pinnacle of secular power and are revered by thousands?"
"Or is it that you've condensed a so-called divine form and reached the maximum level of 100, like Kujo Naruya, whom you just killed?"
Zhou Huai gritted his teeth and still did not answer.
He frantically tried to visualize Moria and Xiang Yu in the distance, searching for an opening.
But he sadly discovered that although Mr. Duan's steps were full of flaws, they contained a kind of perfection that even the rules of heaven and earth were trampled under his feet.
Absolutely flawless!
"Of course not."
Mr. Duan didn't mind Zhou Huai's silence. He chuckled and answered his own question.
That smile held a sense of arrogance and vicissitude, a gaze that looked down upon all living beings and had witnessed countless years of life's vicissitudes.
"Those people are nothing but a bunch of pathetic worms locked in cages."
"A true strongman can break free from the constraints of his profession and no longer be limited by those laughable panel attributes; he can break free from the constraints of his level and no longer need to fight like crazy for a little bit of experience points."
Mr. Duan stopped in his tracks; he was less than ten ters away from Yaso.
He stretched out his hands, making a gesture of embracing heaven and earth, his eyes filled with fervor.
"It can even break free from the shackles of lifespan!"
"So what if it's SSS-level?"
So what if you're level 100 and max level?
"No matter how devastating the power, after a hundred years, you will ultimately turn into nothing more than a pile of dust!"
"No matter how much you struggle or evolve, you are all rely enforcers of the predetermined rules of this world!!"
Mr. Duan's smile vanished, his gaze sharpening as he pierced Yasuo's eyes.
"And ."
"We've already managed to break free from the frawork of this world's rules!"
"I am a transcendent!"
A transcendent being!
These three words struck Zhou Huai hard in the depths of his consciousness, making him dizzy.
Break the rules of the world? Break free from professional limitations?
Is there really anyone in this world who could do such a thing?
Do you understand?
Mr. Duan looked at Yasuo's trembling sword tip, and his tone returned to its condescending calm.
"The two of us are not even on the sa level."
"Those clones you rely on, and the so-called tactics you are so proud of, are nothing but ants trying to shake a tree in my eyes, utterly laughable."
"What...do you have to fight with?"
The words had barely left his mouth.
Mr. Duan casually changed his posture and took only one step in the sa spot!
Without any warning of spatial fluctuations, his figure appeared directly in front of Yasuo!
The distance between the two was less than half a ter!
An invisible yet tangible terrifying pressure, centered on Mr. Duan, was completely released and swept across the surrounding area!
This is the crushing power of a transcendent being, a life level that rises above all rules!
Click! Click! Click!
The Gobi rocks beneath Yaso's feet were crushed into fine powder!
A deep pit, centered on the two people, collapsed rapidly outwards!
"Well--!"
Zhou Huai's consciousness emitted an extrely painful groan within Yasuo's body.
It's simply unbearable!
Yasuo's incredibly powerful SS-rank body, forged through countless trials of lightning, emitted a cracking sound as his bones broke under the imnse pressure.
Bang!
Yasuo slamd his right knee into the ground, falling to his knees!
He gripped the legendary-quality katana tightly with both hands, the blade deeply embedded in the rock, and struggled with all his might to support his ➤ NоvеⅠight ➤ (Read more on our source) body, preventing himself from collapsing completely.
Mr. Duan did not continue to make a move.
He stood quietly in place, looking down at Yasuo who was kneeling on one knee.
"Now, when you see , it is as if you were seeing a god."
"I'm giving you one last chance."
"Submit to !"
Rumble!
These three words beca an irresistible ntal imprint, raging through Zhou Huai's mind!
How familiar this scene is!
Not long ago, atop the snow-capped peak of the ruins of Ise Grand Shrine, the newly awakened SSS-rank powerhouse, Kujo Naruya, also used the sa arrogant posture to unleash his sacred aura, demanding his submission!
But the ntal pressure from Kujo Naruya was nothing more than a baby's babbling in front of Mr. Duan!
Surrender?
Join the Dawn Guild? Beco a dog to be slaughtered and aid the wicked?!
Zhou Huai's consciousness roared madly within Yasuo's collapsing body.
The tragedy five years ago, the image of my mother lying in a pool of blood, the dark and humiliating years I spent in a wheelchair, enduring endless scorn and contempt...
The culprit behind all this is right in front of us!
Now, he actually expects to submit to him?!
"Hehe...hahaha..."
Yasuo, kneeling on one knee, suddenly let out a low, cold laugh.
He struggled to lift his head, his bloodshot eyes fixed on Mr. Duan's perfect yet cold face.
Blood gushed wildly from his mouth, but he laughed even more wildly.
"You...high and mighty big shots..."
Yasuo gritted his teeth, squeezing out each word through gritted teeth, the words reeking of blood.
"Do you... really enjoy having others submit to you?!"
Mr. Duan frowned, his eyes turning completely cold.
"Why should I submit to you?!"
Zhou Huai, controlling Yasuo, frantically poured all the remaining lightning power in his body into the longsword in his hand, attempting a final counterattack!
Who do you think you are?!
"You want to be your dog?"
"I won't!!!"
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