The defeated saint is also on the way to tame the evil god today

　The man twisted the axe handle violently, and orange-yellow blades burst out from both sides of the axe, steaming like boiling water.

　"The last mistake you can make in your life is to duel with a fully armed Tarek warrior!"

　After the King of Warriors finished speaking, his figure flashed slightly, and the dust on the ground exploded in an instant, and he flew towards Ikason.

　Looking at the oncoming double-edged axe, Ikason took a deep breath and seized the opportunity -

　The sword is unsheathed——

　"call--"

　"clang"

　The slender blade collided with the light-blade axe, and a surging shock wave exploded, causing the eardrums of both men to sting slightly.

　The next second, the two of them flew out almost at the same time, landed, and sprinted towards it again—

　"clang!"

　"clang!"

　"clang!"

　Every collision was accompanied by a crackling sound, as if two roaring thunders were constantly intersecting.

　After a brief fight, Ikason immediately came to a conclusion:

　The King of Warriors is strong.

　It's not just about physical strength, but the strength of each attack, the timing, and the posture when swinging the axe.

　He was a killing machine, Ikason had to admit—

　"clang----"

　When the collision happened again, the King of Warriors' thrusters were turned to maximum, and a sudden accelerated blow knocked Ikason away.

　Ikason thrust the sword into the ground, using friction to slow it down, then snapped the blade and swung it—

　"boom----"

　The red thunder formed a new blade. Almost at the same time, the King of Warriors broke through the speed of sound under the flames of its thrusters and roared towards us with a sonic boom.

　"boom----"

　Ikason ducked his head to avoid the axe, then swung his sword and thrust it forward.

　"Sizzle!"

　His blade slashed across the Warrior King's waist, tearing through his armor and sending drops of blood spurting out.

　Just as Ikason was about to pull horizontally to widen the wound, the King of Warriors' back thrusters suddenly shot out to the side, dodging at high speed while swinging an axe—

　"clang!"

　Ikason blocked, the blade deflected, and the arc slashed——

　"bass----"

　This slash was only a hair's breadth away from hitting the Warrior King's neck. At that critical moment, the man's arm unfolded a round shield—

　"clang!"

　The sword blade hit the round shield, and the red line exploded, splitting it in half in an instant.

　The moment the shield exploded, orange-yellow flames also erupted forward - it was a chain reaction!

　"boom"

　Ikason put his arms in front of his head to block the burning of the secondary fusion fireball, and quickly stepped back.

　The next second, a figure crashed through the fireball—the Warrior King, enduring the burning, rushed over, laughing wildly and raising his light axe:

　"Go to hell! Hafgard!"

　He seized the perfect opportunity by using all means to gain it and caught Ikason's weakness!

　""

　In an instant, victory or defeat can be decided.

　A halo appeared in Ikason's bloodshot eyes, and a howling gale spread around him.

　His speed suddenly increased countless times, and the speed of the King of Warriors became slower and slower in his eyes, until it was almost still.

　"what"

　Ikason took a deep breath, and his sword was drawn out like a shadow, heading towards the oncoming Warrior King.

　"clang----"

　With one blow, the King of Warriors flew backwards and rolled several times on the ground.

　Before he could stand firm, another gust of wind came and the sword was already on his neck.

　"You lose." Ikason said.

　A flash of surprise flashed across the eyes of the Warrior King, and then fierceness.

　"Not yet!" he roared, and swung his axe towards Ikason—

　"clang--"

　The sword blocked, sparks flew, and the King of Warriors lost his balance and was kicked away by Ikason——

　"Oh!"

　He fell to the ground several times again, and when he stood up again, the tip of the sword touched his forehead.

　"You lose." Ikason said again.

　"Haa ...

　Flames erupted from the Warrior King's armor, and he flew high into the air, raising his axe and smashing it down on Ikasen directly below—

　"boom--"

　Ikason dodged lightly to the side, his figure flashed, and his afterimage turned into a wind blade, quickly sweeping across the body of the Warrior King.

　“Ding ding ding ding ding ding——”

　"Sizzle!"

　By the time the King of Warriors reacted, all the armor on his body exploded and disintegrated into pieces.

　He fell to the ground, raised his head, and felt the blade close to his eyebrows for the third time.

　"you lose."

　Ikason looked down at the Warrior King from above, the halo in his bloodshot eyes slowly fading.

　The Warrior King tried to grab the axe, but heard a "snap". He looked down and saw that his axe had broken into several pieces.

　He has completely lost the ability to resist.

　""

　The Warrior King lowered his head, and Ikason couldn't meet his gaze.

　Before he could ask again, he heard the king laugh:

　"Hehehehahahahahahahahahahaha"

　He laughed louder and louder, his body shaking constantly.

　Then, before Ikason could react.

　The King of Warriors stood up, patted his shoulder, and said with a smile:

　"You are a powerful warrior, Havrgard! I must say, your martial arts skills have conquered me!"

　"Uh, thank you?" Ikason was stunned.

　"You're too fast," the Warrior King exclaimed. "I didn't have time to react. You must have held back, right? The Tarek people are renowned for their martial arts, but when I faced you, I didn't even have the strength to resist."

　There was a hint of desolation in his voice, but more of appreciation.

　The Warrior King turned around, opened his arms to the crowd of onlookers in the tribe, and shouted:

　"From this moment on! The warrior tribe will follow Hafjard - a true warrior king!"

　"King of Warriors?" Aryanwen was stunned.

　"In the tribe of the Narrow People, the one with the strongest martial arts skills is the king," Raja explained. "It seems that Mr. Ikason has completely defeated them."

　"Now!" the Warrior King suddenly shouted, "Crown the true king! We will be your sword! The Tarek tribe has been hiding in the cracks for too long! Leader who can lead us into the wilderness, please accept your crown!"

　After saying that, he pulled out the sword that was stuck in the ground before the battle and handed it to Ikason.

　Looking at the sword handed to him, Ikason was slightly stunned, then shook his head slightly:

　"I have no intention of becoming your leader."

　"You have vanquished me!" cried the Warrior King. "The victor shall deal with the vanquished!"

　"Then I will return your fate to you," Ikason said. "Hafurgaard never enslaves. If you desire to resist, I hope you will resist with your own will."

　He looked directly at the Warrior King, his bloodshot eyes flashing.

　The Warrior King stared at Ikason blankly and murmured in a low voice:

　"If you take over the sword, you will be able to rule the entire tribe. Isn't that what you want?"

　"What I want is for you to rise up and resist with your own consciousness," Ikason said. "Now, take back your sword, King, and become our ally in resisting the dictator's brutality."

　He said, extending his hand towards the Warrior King.

　The Warrior King was stunned for a moment, then a curve formed at the corner of his mouth, which then turned into a hearty laugh.

　"Hahahahaha! Good! Good!"

　He sheathed his sword, took Ikason's hand, and shook it violently:

　"For your sake, I'll have another word with this Moksada!" The Warrior King glanced at Raja beside him. "Of course! My patience is limited, and he must promise not to do such foolish things again!"

　END

Chapter 715 The Gravity

　It's raining in the Silver City.

　In the center of the training ground, the girl gently swung the butterfly knife, and the light in her bloodshot eyes was sharp and sharp.

　Opposite her, five fully armed soldiers were holding electric batons, their eyes behind the riot masks cold and ruthless.

　She was just an ordinary girl in a school uniform, but they stared at her as if she were a wild beast.

　The girl didn't feel uncomfortable because of that look.

　Because she knows.

　Her knife is more ferocious than a beast—

　"bass----"

　Amidst the flashing red light, the girl moved across the field as lightly as a nightingale, and the sound of her knife cutting through the air emitted a soft chirping sound like a bird.

　The soldiers fell one after another. The girl was very measured. The blade pierced through their armor and stopped at their skin. The red electric arc paralyzed their muscles and made their legs lose support.

　They lay on the ground, groaning in pain, and the electric baton couldn't even touch the girl.

　"Five seconds, test over." A voice came from above.

　The girl threw the black butterfly knife around and walked towards the door, placing the knife on the table as she left.

　Walking through the door, what comes into view is a dark corridor and the faint light flickering at the end.

　There was a noise outside the corridor, like the cheers and applause in an ancient Colosseum, but it seemed less real.

　An unknown amount of time had passed before the girl came to her senses, and she was sitting at the examination table, pressing her elbow with cotton.

　She had just finished drawing blood, and the doctor was processing the blood bottle while instructing her:

　"You don't need to take the report. The college will review it and notify you if there are any abnormalities."

　The girl nodded, then stood up, walked to a chair nearby and sat down.

　Beside her, the tired old man glanced sideways, his silver eyes falling on the girl's tender and pretty profile.