The Greatest Warrior of All Time Returns Chapter 50

Novel: The Greatest Warrior of All Time Returns Author: Devil's Tail Updated: Jun 03, 2026

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Now reading: Chapter 50 from The Greatest Warrior of All Time Returns, a Action novel by Devil's Tail.

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Chapter 50

"I can't understand from that perspective. Ah, it's all undone."

As lissa finally unraveled the last chain, Luna Basilin moved her body around before slowly rising and spreading her wings.

"Haa... I really didn't expect the seal to be broken like this."

"Just a mont ago, you seed ready to die."

"I changed my mind. I want to be freed from this space."

"You changed your mind?"

"There is sothing I need to find."

Just monts ago, she had seed full of resignation.

But now, there was sothing strangely desperate about her.

I had no idea what had happened in such a short span of ti.

"It must be sowhere on the continent where you all live. I have to find it."

Then, she lightly traced her index finger through the air.

With a flash of light, an ornate-looking artifact dropped into existence.

"My goodness. That looks incredibly expensive."

lissa's keen eyes quickly assessed the item's value.

"This is all I can offer."

Regardless of where these treasures ca from or how valuable they were, one thing was certain—

To her, these treasures ant nothing.

And whatever she sought was worth far more than them.

If I played this right...

[It could beco a shackle preventing her own existence from becoming a variable.]

‘Geez... I stopped thinking about it because it felt too cruel…’

Unlike , the Archivist had no hesitation.

As the energy within settled, the pain that had wracked my body subsided.

It wasn’t just natural healing.

"A healing ability?"

"It’s my specialty."

A healing-specialized angel, huh…

"Leon, is your sword okay? You always end up breaking them."

lissa pulled out her sword and held it out to .

I checked the condition of my current sword, the Black Night Blade 1.

"This one’s done for."

Without hesitation, I tossed the broken sword to lissa, who scrambled to catch it.

"If there's no knife, use your teeth."

I spoke matter-of-factly, then turned to Luna Basilin, who controlled this space.

"There should be sothing usable here."

Once again, she traced a finger through the air.

This ti, a pair of black leather gloves materialized.

"Hand of Fury. A legion-commander-level artifact. Quite useful."

The gloves were quite large, but as soon as I put them on, they shrank to fit my hands perfectly, as if by magic.

"Not bad."

The fit was astonishingly smooth, allowing for easy movent.

"They hold various powers."

Honestly, I preferred these over another sword.

At that mont, the surrounding space began to collapse.

"What the hell? What's happening here?!"

"It's collapsing faster than expected. The seal is breaking. When the seal breaks, the space will collapse from its deepest layer. Too many unexpected things keep happening."

Collapsing from the inside out… That ant that, eventually, the seal would fully disintegrate.

And when that happened, Barva would be unleashed.

The mansion was likely to be destroyed in the process.

That ant I had to kill him now.

"How long until it collapses completely?"

"At this rate, about five minutes."

"Open the door. The preparations are done, and five minutes is more than enough."

As soon as she opened the door, I stepped forward.

In my sight was Barva, its entire body covered in the lingering effects of seventy different poisons and curses, its form corroded by dark contamination.

lissa, having heard of Barva’s strength, looked uneasy.

Understandable.

Barva was that powerful—I'd fought it enough to know better than anyone.

But I also knew exactly how much weaker it was now.

— Grrrrrrrrrrr…

It exuded a massive killing intent, its enormous body riddled with blackened wounds.

The seventy different poisons, debuffs, and curses included many spells crafted specifically for it.

"At so point, you just can't win without this level of preparation... The balance feels completely broken."

[That is beyond my capacity to verify.]

So it does bother them.

Then, Barva moved.

Its massive fra shot toward at astonishing speed.

I had no sword in hand.

I hadn’t yet reached the level where I could condense aura into a blade.

And Barva was more vulnerable to blunt force than cuts.

Necromantic magic was also out of the question, as I was still charging a different spell.

That left with only one choice.

Tock… tock…

One step, then another.

Seven paces between us.

More than enough distance.

Inhale.

I took a short breath, circulating my aura in a slightly different pattern to invigorate my entire body.

And then—

— ROOOOAAAAARRR!!

The mont Barva reached the distance I had calculated—

[Overbreak (Transcending Limits)]

[Single Strike]

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A symbol of the Fist Master, Fist Aura, enveloped my hand.

However, it was not a fully ford Fist Aura but an unstable version, akin to an incomplete Sword Aura.

Yet, its instability was compensated by my imnse proficiency and overwhelming amount of aura.

BOOOOM!!!

With incredible speed, my fist shot forward, striking deep into the enemy’s body with a short, precise blow.

"Keugh?!"

Barva stumbled backward in pain, montarily halted.

Even in its weakened state—further debilitated by poison and curses—I hadn't expected to wound it this much.

But Hand of Fury, given to by Luna Basilin, had amplified my lacking shockwave to an astonishing degree.

Now I understand why people rave about powerful artifacts.

Before the staggering enemy could regain its balance, I stepped in again.

Closing the distance in an instant, I clenched my fist and delivered another strike with absolute precision.

[Taiji - Strength]

[Yang]

Fwoosh!! BOOOOM!

A massive explosion erupted, as blazing aura flas detonated against Barva’s body.

Even so, it was sturdy.

It endured the impact and retaliated with its claws.

Its claws tore through the air, burning everything in their path.

But I smoothly deflected its attack, flowing like water, and prepared my second strike.

[Taiji - Strength]

[Yin]

CRACKLE!!!

A second strike—this ti infused with dark, chilling aura—landed at the exact sa spot.

The aura spiraled within it, rotating with the harmony of Yin and Yang, creating a trendous internal disruption.

Sensing the imminent danger, Barva instinctively tried to retreat.

Had this been a mont ago, it might have succeeded.

But now, with Hand of Fury amplifying my attacks and Luna Basilin’s mysterious power draining its regeneration at an alarming rate, it had no escape.

"His base speed and healing have slowed?! Then I should join in—ahhh!"

"If healing can be inverted, it can suppress his regeneration. But beyond this, I’m useless. And so are you. Don't do anything unnecessary and stay put."

True to the chanics of the ga, when powerful synergy cos into play, the damage dealer can rampage without restraint.

Realizing it was too late to evade, Barva ignited Sacred Flas around its entire body.

But I did not stop.

I leaped towards its chest.

Its sheer size ensured I wouldn’t miss.

Sacred Flas burn everything they touch.

lissa scread.

"Leon?! No, stop!!"

"I have a way to deal with the flas! Keep going!!"

[Taiji - Strength]

[Disharmony Yin-Yang - Collapse]

My fist, forcibly reversing the harmony of Yin and Yang, drove into its body.

The Sacred Flas, which should have engulfed , reacted to Hand of Fury—and with a whoosh, they dissipated.

With his body now exposed, my Disharmonious Strike twisted its internal energy flow, further crippling its regeneration.

Sacred Flas consu all.

Not just matter, but even space itself bears their scars.

Even as a 6th Circle Necromancer, I had very few ways to rid myself of them.

So damage was inevitable.

In other words, getting hit by those claws was a huge problem.

So how did I handle it in the Hall of Martial Arts or the Hall of Swords?

I could unleash Sword Aura Explosions for semi-ranged attacks in the Hall of Swords.

But it was a brutal slugfest in the Hall of Martial Arts, where I relied solely on fists and kicks.

I died hundreds of tis before realizing—

"This isn't working."

So, I adopted a single-minded strategy—I must avoid its claws at all costs.

I knew it could burst forward with sudden acceleration.

But whether due to poison, curses, or spatial collapse, it could no longer use that ability.

Yet before I even needed to dodge, Hand of Fury radiated a pure white light, nullifying the Sacred Flas—catching off guard.

Unexpected, but a fantastic outco nonetheless.

With Taiji’s Disharmony Strike properly landing, Barva’s blood flow and movents were twisted.

Both Luna Basilin and I had relentlessly chipped away at its regeneration and resistance, leaving it unable to endure its own curses, debuffs, and poisons any longer.

Barva staggered backward, its body trembling.

"Grrrr… Keugh!!"

Coughing up black blood, it wobbled, seemingly unable to comprehend its own predicant.

Its rational mind was long gone, leaving only instinct—and instinct alone wouldn’t help it in a complex battle like this.

"Hoo."

I took a short breath, carefully regulating my over-revving Mana Circles.

Inflicting curses had already drained a massive amount of mana.

But mana was never a concern for .

With plenty left to spare, I prepared one final, decisive blow—the strongest a 6th Circle Necromancer could unleash.

Despite Barva’s desperate resistance, I clasped my hands together with a resounding clap.

At the sa ti, a massive violet magic circle unfurled beneath my feet.

From my shadow, nurous mist-like Wraith Heads erged, their serpent-like bodies lashing out, sinking their fangs into Barva.