Hearing this arrogant voice, countless people were instantly stunned!
Sharp Sword was the unrivaled master of this city, soone whom everyone could only look up to. No matter how intensely these people fought, it was ultimately aningless—if Sharp Sword made a move, the Divine Tune Guild would be wiped out in an instant.
There was no one here who could match Sharp Sword, and the only thing capable of holding him back—the Heavenly Curtain Barrier—had already been breached and could no longer stop him.
Yet now, this masked man who had appeared out of nowhere was arrogantly challenging him, practically asking for death!
Still, this statent revealed whose side he was on. He was clearly aligned with the Divine Tune Guild.
At that mont, a nearby hunter couldn’t resist drawing his bow, firing a sharp arrow toward the masked man.
The arrow was fired at an icy, precise angle, threading swiftly through the gaps between people. Its arrowhead glead with a sickly green hue, clearly poisoned.
This hunter was actually a brother from the Rose Prison. While he wasn’t part of a Rare Class, he did belong to a Rare Race, making him one of the top masters present here. He had made significant contributions in this siege battle and was absolutely confident he could strike this masked man.
At that mont, the masked man seed to sense sothing and turned to look at the arrow hurtling toward him. His skeleton mask concealed his face, leaving only the eyes visible—slow and lifeless at first but now flashing with a mocking glint.
In the next instant, he made no attempt to avoid the arrow, allowing it to hit him directly.
"Ding~" The sound of tal striking tal rang out. When the arrow hit the masked man, instead of penetrating him, it clattered to the ground as if hitting an impenetrable fortress.
"A 251-level High-level Heavenly Domain expert!" The hunter player suddenly scread!
Though his poisoned arrow failed to cause harm to the masked man, the attack was sufficient for him to discern the opponent’s level information.
This mysterious masked man was an astonishing Level 251—a High-level Heavenly Domain expert!
A figure of this magnitude shouldn’t exist. Not even the entire Arican Continent had such a master. In fact, even the Central Continent could only produce experts of this caliber through major powers!
But soon, the hunter player began to question, "This man feels like a player, yet the current maximum player level is only 219. There’s no way a Level 251 player could exist... Could he be an NPC?"
Indeed, no one who saw the masked man would think he was a player. The highest-level players globally were only Level 219. The only plausible explanation was that this masked man was an NPC.
However, this NPC felt extraordinarily strange, unlike ordinary NPCs. However, where exactly he differed was unclear.
"Now it’s my turn!" rasped the masked man, his voice hoarse like grinding gravel. He shot the hunter a deathly glare and casually raised his hand in a seemingly unhurried gesture.
Thick black fog began emanating from his hand, rapidly spreading outward in all directions!
The black fog expanded at an alarming speed, devastating everything in its path—friend or foe alike—leaving no chance of survival. Exhausted players dropped dead instantly, powerless to resist even once.
Players who activated life-saving skills fled in terror, but their survival tirs were too short, and the fog moved too fast. Often, they died before they could escape.
Even those who managed to flee still suffered continuous damage—once their protection expired, they too succumbed.
The masked man had rely casually waved his hand, yet an enormous section of the battlefield was cleared. At Level 251, he was utterly invincible here, unmatched by any opponent!
In an instant, a several-hundred-ter radius was engulfed in rolling black fog, leaving only the masked man standing. He appeared solitary, as though he were the last being in existence.
"Who are you?" a voice suddenly echoed from within the black fog. A blurry figure began to solidify amidst the clouds, gradually becoming clearer.
For others, contact with the black fog ant certain death. But this man was entirely unafraid—he walked confidently into the fog until he stood before the masked man, revealing his extraordinary strength.
Monts later, the man erged fully from the black fog, stopping a short distance away from the masked man. He appeared to be around twenty years old, remarkably young and slender, with a sharp sword strapped to his back—his appearance like that of an unrivaled swordmaster.
This swordsman was none other than Sharp Sword, the global player everyone had been discussing!
"I’m here to kill you," declared the masked man, charging forward with overwhelming force aid directly at Sharp Sword.
Sharp Sword moved gracefully, his figure flickering as he dodged the masked man’s attack, but the latter quickly adjusted his trajectory, relentlessly pursuing him.
Sharp Sword frowned slightly, reaching back with a swift motion to draw the razor-sharp blade strapped to his back, initiating direct combat with the masked man.
The two supre experts clashed fiercely. Their explosive shockwaves rippled out in all directions, obliterating entire buildings. Their battle shifted from the ground to the skies, transforming them into two teors relentlessly chasing and colliding amidst the heavens. Deafening roars rumbled across the city, like unending thunder.
Below, countless fighters paused to stare upward at the earth-shattering duel. Sharp Sword’s strength was well-known, but the masked man’s ability to duel him so evenly left everyone deeply shaken. Who was this enigmatic figure?
"Your techniques are exceptional. Who exactly are you?" Amidst the battle, Sharp Sword’s confusion grew. He found himself unable to subdue the masked man—a rarity with other super-first-class masters.
"Your techniques are extraordinary as well, but such tricks will never defeat ," the masked man said coolly.
The duel continued. Despite the masked man’s level being dozens higher and surpassing Sharp Sword by two status levels, his movents had a certain rigidity, lacking Sharp Sword’s fluid agility.
Sharp Sword, being a hero, could override status-level differences, battling the masked man to a stalemate. It remained unclear when their fight would reach a conclusion.
...
News of the conflict at the Divine Tune Guild quickly reached Huang Yi on Hero’s Continent.
"Brother Yi, what do you make of that masked man who suddenly appeared? He can actually hold his own against Sharp Sword!" Qin Shiyu ssaged Huang Yi. She had remained at the Hero Empire’s headquarters to handle intelligence for Huang Yi rather than participate in the battle.
Huang Yi pondered for a mont and speculated, "There are only three possibilities. Either he’s a top expert from overseas, soone from the Central Continent, or part of the Demon Clan. From the perspective of this war, he’s more likely an expert from the Demon Clan."
"But based on available intelligence, this man doesn’t seem like part of the Demon Clan. His speech, behavior, attire, and equipnt all differ considerably from typical Demon Clan NPCs. He seems more like a player, yet it’s impossible for any player to have achieved such a high level worldwide," Qin Shiyu quickly noted.
"I find that bizarre as well. Still, this must be connected with the Invading Army. With such powerful allies, we can expect similar figures to appear on Hero’s Continent. The question is how many of them exist. This could make our situation very precarious," Huang Yi replied, casting a glance up at the eight Heavenly Domain top-tier masters hovering overhead.
Even they were discussing the matter.
"What’s going on? How could such a formidable expert suddenly show up to help my Divine Tune Guild?" Dante exclaid in shock and delight. He had never anticipated receiving assistance from a High-level Heavenly Domain master with a level exceeding 250. In his mory, he hadn’t forged ties with such an expert.
No matter the cause, however, this was good news; at least he wouldn’t need to fear Sharp Sword anymore.
T.N.T and the Pope exchanged a glance, each hiding subtle smiles. Only they and Miyamoto Musashi knew the real truth behind it all.
The masked n were their strategic ace for this national war—Soldiers of Annihilation.
The Soldiers of Annihilation were personally trained by the King of Annihilation, one of the Seven Archdemons. Every Soldier of Annihilation was selected ticulously from among players. While many top players globally had secretly allied with the Demon Clan, only twelve had been elevated to this rank so far!
These twelve Soldiers of Annihilation were originally top-tier players, such as Unbeaten and Nonexistence, both of whom were already close to transcending into super-first-class mastery. With the King of Annihilation’s intensive training, they crossed the imasurable gap, becoming comparable to super-first-class experts!
The twelve Soldiers of Annihilation equated to twelve super-first-class masters. Their impact on the battlefield was insurmountable; who could stand against them?
T.N.T and company’s unwavering confidence in their all-out assault ca entirely from these Soldiers of Annihilation. Their combined strength exceeded that of all other invading army’s super-first-class experts together.
However, the cost of becoming a Soldier of Annihilation was staggering!
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