Swords, magic, and martial arts

"Hahaha! You braggart, you're done for now!" Baron, who was resting on the ground, mocked the Night King, who was lying in the pit and being tortured.

Two priestesses went to Baron's side and used their magic to heal his injuries.

Hammer, wielding his warhammer, joined Rhodes in beating the Night King in the pit.

"This bat is incredibly resilient; it's still alive," Hammer said, pausing to wipe his brow before resuming smashing its head with his warhammer.

"This old bat has lived for who knows how long. It must have sucked the blood of countless people to survive until today. If it weren't tough, it would have been beaten to death long ago," Baron said, lying on the ground not far away.

Those who couldn't take a beating were all beaten to death, and those who survived were all tough enough to take a beating? This thought suddenly popped into Rhodes' mind.

Weber rubbed his head and stepped forward, holding the dagger he had obtained from the priest of the Cult of Death, and said, "Let me finish it off."

Rhodes once again slammed his full strength into the Night King, causing its head to make intimate contact with the ground. Waver seized the opportunity to rush forward and sever the Night King's head from behind. The Night King, lying on the ground, stopped struggling and remained motionless.

Just as Rodson was taking a breather and preparing to rest, his spiked club was snatched away.

The Night King, whose head had been severed, stood up again, holding the spiked club he had just snatched from Rhodes, his body enveloped in an even thicker black mist than before.

It grabbed Hammer's warhammer and tossed Hammer, hammer and all, out with one hand as if throwing away trash.

"You wretched mortals! How dare you kill my avatar! If I hadn't wasted most of my divine power to demonstrate my strength, you wouldn't even be a match for my avatar!" The Night King bent Rhodes' spiked club with both hands and threw it to the ground, then said, "Now I have unleashed all my divine power! Today you will all die at the hands of the great Adrian!"

Standing before the Night King, Rhodes felt the same oppressive aura that the mask of the Cult of Death had brought him. He trembled all over, and even with the golden sun high in the sky, he felt incredibly cold.

This is never-ending! You kill one and another one appears.

"Let's start with you." The Night King teleported instantly to the priestess who was the least noticeable one. The priestess gasped and took a few steps back.

A black hand pierced through the chest, leaving a huge hole. It laughed, "Kill the boring prey first, and enjoy the interesting ones slowly."

"Why all this nonsense? If you want to kill, just kill them all. Aren't you tired of talking so much nonsense?" Baron roared from the ground.

"Don't rush me, I can kill you last, but I'll play with you for a bit before that. Fine, I'll play with you now," it said again.

"I smell a similar scent about you. You're related by blood, aren't you?" It teleported in front of Rhodes again.

The Night King suddenly exerted his strength and slapped Rhodes away with his palm. Rhodes tumbled several times in the air before crashing heavily to the ground. The moment he landed, the Night King teleported back in front of him and took him back.

"Did you enjoy smashing things just now? Now it's my turn," said the Night King.

It picked up the serrated half of the spiked club and smashed it down on Rhodes, who was about to stand up.

Rhodes lay back down on the ground, gritting his teeth and enduring the excruciating pain as he sneered, "Damn bat, stop hitting me."

When the Night King heard Rhodes repeat what it had said earlier, it was instantly enraged. It picked Rhodes up from the ground and felt a slight stinging pain in its hand, but it quickly returned to normal. It saw that there were two needles stuck in its hand.

"You dare to prick me with needles?" The Night King snorted.

Just as Rhodes had expected, the poisoned needles had no effect on it. He then mocked, "I understand your anger. You hurt yourself when you bent my spiked club, but don't smear your blood on me. My clothes are very expensive."

Having been ravaged by the dragon-man, he was no longer afraid of being abused by anything else, nor was he afraid of provoking it further and suffering even more torment. Mocking it and seeing its furious expression could alleviate his inner fear of death.

"Shut up!" The Night King slapped Rhodes in his hand.

"Can you stop dawdling? Hurry up! Just snap my neck, do you know how? Do you want me to teach you?" Rod roared at it, repeatedly attacking it with Taizu Long Fist, but he couldn't exert enough force to cause any damage.

"Foolish mortal, do you think I'll admire you like this?" the Night King said angrily, increasing the pressure in his hand.

"What's so great about you, a rat that can fly because you've eaten too much salt, admiring me? Stop talking nonsense, you have bad breath, I don't want to smell it anymore," Rod sneered.

The Night King panted angrily, and with a wave of its hand, a cloud of black mist sent Waver and the remaining priestess flying as they ran towards it.

Weber dropped the dagger from his hand, grabbed Rhodes, and walked over, picking it up. "You just used this dagger to kill my clone, didn't you?"

It examined the dagger and commented, "Not bad, it's a sharp dagger. I'll use it to skin you all alive."

The dagger began to vibrate violently, bounced off its hand, and fell to the ground.

Waver suddenly picked up the dagger and stabbed, but the Night King blocked it with his hand, and the dagger pierced through his palm.

It stared in disbelief at the dagger in Webber's hand, never expecting that this stalker could actually harm it.

The dagger gave it a strange feeling; it felt as if the dagger was constantly sucking its blood.

The Night King quickly slapped Waver away, dropped Rhodes, and pulled out his dagger.

With his neck loosened, Rhodes began to breathe rapidly; he had just felt like he was about to suffocate and die.

He was in despair. He didn't know what kind of thing was in front of him. Could it really be a god?

However, dying at the hands of a god is not too shameful. The few months he lived after transmigrating were much more exciting than the decades he lived before. Although he still had many regrets and many things he wanted to do, he figured he probably wouldn't survive this time.

Looking at the dark green flames that suddenly ignited on his body, he felt an immense power surging from within him, and he regained his confidence to survive.

Rhodes let out a roar, not the Nord War Cry, but one that was far more powerful. He didn't have time to process it, and took out his sword from his system space, launching a final charge against the Night King.

The dark green flames turned black and then dark green again, but Rhodes didn't notice. The Night King nimbly dodged Rhodes' attacks several times, teleported away to create distance, and dropped his dagger on the spot.

"Why do you even dodge attacks from mortals?" Rhodes roared. "Coward!"

Rhodes now thinks about it carefully. The so-called Night King who descended with all the divine power is just fast, strong, can teleport, and can control black mist to launch physical attacks. In fact, he is not much stronger than them.

Its strength doesn't even qualify it as a god in the narrow sense; at most, it's just a creature with extraordinary power.

What divine power incarnation? It's nothing more than the ability of vampires in my previous life to transform into countless bats.

Looking at the Night King, who was always naked, and the dagger that had fallen to the ground, Rhode realized that his teleportation seemed unable to carry items.

If the King of Assassins were present, he might have been able to accomplish a "god-slaying" feat.

"After all, it's just a false god who thinks he's a god. No, it's not even a false god. Its power is like dust compared to the might of my Lord." A voice rang out, and the owner of the voice understood Rhodes' thoughts.

Rod felt the voice was familiar, but couldn't immediately place it.

He saw the ghostly figure of a handsome, middle-aged man with blond hair standing on the dagger. Rhodes suddenly remembered that this seemed to be the priest of the Cult of Death whom he had already killed...