The towering figure, spanning a thousand miles, uncontrollably took a few steps back before stabilizing. Levi gracefully landed on the ground, arms crossed, and said:
"Do you still wish to take down, sir?"
"You... what an arrogant boy. I just used a bit of power earlier, but this ti, I won’t go easy on you.
I am Guman, the strongest sworders of the Giant clan, and the sword in my hand is called [Fla Soul], a supre treasure. I don’t want to take advantage of you. Boss, lend him your shield for a bit, let him use two supre treasures to fight !"
The Fire Giant King was obviously a hot-tempered fellow. The boss he referred to is the King of Mountain Giants, Raffi, the strongest with a level 10 late stage realm.
Raffi is the leader of all the giants in this realm, the one with the highest prestige, the most stable personality, and considerable wisdom, a classic red face to Guman’s white face.
Raffi waved his hand, tossing his shield out, not worried that Levi would run off with the supre treasure. With a thud, the shield flew back to its original place.
"Thanks, but I don’t need it."
Levi, with bare fists, his fighting spirit rising, sprang into action. Fighting the soft Grey Mist Monarch couldn’t leverage his body’s advantage; he preferred battling giants and dragons, those tough beings, exchanging blow for blow.
"You’re not using one? Then neither will I."
Guman threw the [Fla Soul] back to Raffi, his mountain-sized fist tearing through the air like a storm, obliterating everything in its path into elental particles.
Boom!
A level 9 Crimson Emperor Dragon vs a level 10 Fire Giant King!
The collision of two absolute forces resembled two teors colliding at high speed, unleashing countless gatons of energy. The shockwaves swept across, alarming all the giants living in this realm, as they raised their heads, faces full of shock.
"Such strong fluctuations. This is the clash of the Giant Kings."
"Quick, the Giant Kings must be sparring. Let’s go have a look."
"Careful, don’t get caught in it."
Across the world, strong giants rushed over, gazing from afar at the battlefield. One was a fiery red giant, a thousand miles tall, none other than Guman.
And opposite it... there seed to be nothing.
No, there was a small black dot.
It was a black-armored swordsman, carrying a sword, fighting the Fire Giant King like a fly shaking a mountain, engaging in hundreds of rounds within monts, without a winner.
"How could this be possible?"
"That’s a human, right? How can a human’s strength compare to Lord Guman’s? And we’ve always had a one-way passage, how could a human have gotten in here?"
"And it seems he’s only level 9..."
"This, this can’t be true! He must be hiding his true strength."
The giants, isolated from the world for hundreds of thousands of years, couldn’t believe a level 9 being, the weakest of humans, could compete with a level 10 giant.
On the battlefield, Levi hadn’t activated any Blood Battle Armor special effects or used the Giant Power, relying solely on his hexagon-like physical attributes, clashing fist to fist with Guman. Fortunately, the space created by the Ancestor of Giants was sturdy enough; otherwise, an ordinary large world would have long crumbled apart, the plane dead.
"This human must have used so ascension and burst seed secret thods, he can’t hold on for long. Also, that supre treasure armor he’s wearing is very powerful, otherwise, he would’ve been crushed to pieces by now, and Lord Guman hasn’t even used the Fla Soul Sword."
"Even so, it’s still incredible. Lord Guman is level 10 mid-stage, ordinary level 10s don’t dare withstand its punches head-on. This one’s only level 9, imagine once he becos level 10, what then? By the way, what’s going on with this era?
Back when our ancestors were settled in Ancestral God’s Land, humans were only wizards at best, and in terms of physical standards, among all clans, they were at the bottom."
Raffi’s gaze was serious; as a level 10 late stage, he could see Levi’s extraordinariness. His heart was conflicted, for the Ancestor of Frost Giants had set a series of rules to ensure the absolute safety of Ancestral God’s Land, such as:
Only exits and no entries here, and upon leaving, any mory of Ancestral God’s Land would be automatically forgotten. The ancestors said the only possible entrant must hold the token of the [Frost Cold To], which was this person before them, and not to trouble him.
But one could use so ans to test his character; if he were too evil and couldn’t possibly cooperate with the giants, he would be directly destroyed. If his character proved decent, then cooperation was possible, working together to plot the Heavenly Chopping!
From the behavior and deanor of the black-armored swordsman thus far, Raffi was approving inwardly, seeing him as neither servile nor overbearing, composed and modest. Even when provoked by such a hot-tempered person like the second, he didn’t get angry, indicating he was capable of achieving great things.
Of course, the most outrageous thing is that he was too strong!
To collaborate in plotting the Heavenly Chopping with the Ancestor of Giants, indeed this person has the qualifications.
In the history of the Giant clan, there was only one person who, when at level 9, barely approached this person’s achievents, and that was... Gullwig!
The battle between Levi and the Fire Giant King lasted a full month, with more and more spectators gathering, all witnessing this unprecedented battle. .
Perhaps not wanting to bully Levi, Guman didn’t use spell abilities. It was unconvinced, though sowhat exhausted, still refusing to give up.
As a proud level 10 mid-stage, if it truly lost to a junior.
It would beco the sha of the Giant clan.
After two more months of fierce battle, everyone acknowledged Levi’s strength, while also noticing the Fire Giant King was sowhat out of strength.
Raffi wished to call a halt, yet worried about losing Guman’s face.
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