The Devil Inside

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Everyone present saw that the Cube of Unlocking Limits was taken away by the "High Priest". Monica's magic was indeed magical, but she probably didn't know the existence and significance of the Cube of Unlocking Limits, so it was understandable that she didn't bring it back.

West's search for the body was completely unnecessary, he just didn't want to give up.

He looked at Monica and said, "Such a big thing happened in Arendelle. Even Lord Sambo died. It's beyond my ability to handle it. Monica, let's go back first. What should we do next?

It depends on the Duke’s intention.”

Re-enactment can capture not only people, but also objects.

During the transfer, Monica has already taken away the block that unlocks the limit. With her level of theft, who can discover it?

I don't do it often.

Just as she was about to speak, a sword light suddenly shot up into the sky, heading straight for the sun. The calm lake surface began to stir up waves. In the direction of the City Lord's Mansion in the First School District, there was a battle between strong men. The aftermath of the battle was transmitted, shaking the entire floating city district.

The iron chains that bound and fixed the floating city area swung, making a series of clanging sounds.

"Who is causing trouble again?!"

West was overwhelmed. He looked into the distance and felt only trouble.

Judging from the aftermath alone, the person who is fighting in the City Lord's Mansion is probably at the peak of human power.

The first school district, in front of the city lord’s mansion.

Sword Ghost Alan held the sword in one hand, his body relaxed but his mind tense. His strong "spirit" was advancing, covering everything within a hundred steps, and he could clearly sense any slight movement.

"I've seen you."

Quite suddenly, Alan spoke to the air.

"Remember your name is——

"Han Solo'. You and the black wizard seem to have a close relationship.

Han Solo was shocked.

He was on the "Spiritual Net", the Silent Hunter was triggered, and the ethereal and traceless Sword Ghost Alan could sense his position. This was not surprising, but he could accurately identify who he was.

That’s a bit exaggerated!

Han Solo said: "I think you can't see me, and my strength has been greatly improved.

You shouldn't be able to tell my identity from my 'smell'."

"It's not aura, but 'intuition'."

The Sword Demon possesses extraordinary intuition, or in other words, "revelation".

No logical support is required, and no brainpower is required.

It was just an inspiration that naturally brought him closer to the truth and the answer.

This kind of supernatural power is not innate.

Alan had been selected and trained by the Demon Hunter Order since he was a child. It was a harsh and cruel way of inheritance that had nothing to do with humanity.

In order to select good enough seedlings and strengthen their physical fitness, the "mentor" will feed the students potions.

More than 80% of school children will die at this stage. The poison contained in the drug is fatal to adults, let alone children.

Alan became blind as a result, but managed to survive for 10 years.

The cult gave up on him, but not completely. Although he could not see, he could still use his ears to hear. The so-called "blind sword" was all the rage on the Zelmon continent.

Being able to move freely in the dark is an advantage and is suitable for assassinations.

No one expected it.

Alan's talent for swordsmanship is so high that he can accurately read the trajectory and strength of the sword from the buzzing sound of the blade breaking through the air. After just listening to it once, he can reproduce it perfectly!

Even the strictest instructor couldn't find any fault with him.

Compared to him, those schoolchildren who passed the potion test and had healthy eyes were as stupid as pigs and dogs.

As his swordsmanship improved, Alan's eyesight gradually recovered. When it reached a certain threshold, he could see the light again.

You can look directly at the sun without blinking, and you can see mosquitoes and flies flying thousands of meters away:

What is even more surprising is...

When Alan regained his sight, he also awakened an inexplicable "intuition".

Any puzzle loses its meaning in front of him:

All conspiracies are nothing but tricks to play tricks on the feet.

He would never lose at rock-paper-scissors, no one wanted to gamble with him, and no one would lie to him. Alan could easily get close to the truth, even if he knew nothing about it beforehand.

He is simply divine.

Han Solo's figure suddenly appeared from the air.

He was not used to wearing the scholar's robe or the noble's vest. Han Solo wore a dark tight-fitting military-style top and loose military trousers. The material was not expensive, just the attire of an ordinary adventurer.

Clothes make the man, but sometimes, clothes make the man.

With the blessing of the Great Code, Han Solo's level is over 30. When he stands there, he feels very oppressive. Who cares about his clothes? Even wearing a bed sheet is unconventional and unique.

He looked at the Sword Ghost and smiled, "Intuition? Did your intuition warn you that you should try to leave now?"

"What do you mean?"

Alan asked.

"You are no match for me. If you run away now, you may have a chance of survival."

""…—-How ridiculous! I can see that the power you have now is not your own power, you just forced a breakthrough. And I am the real one, do you understand the difference?"

Han Solo responded with his actions. Like a meteor, he soared into the sky and then suddenly fell. Between the ups and downs, a whistling sound resounded.

The burning magic power on his body was like a torch, so bright that it was impossible to look directly at it. Amid the roar, he drew his sword.

Cut towards Alan.

Alan was shocked!

The world was in turmoil as people were filled with murderous intent. Han Solo charged and slashed, and there was a feeling that it was unavoidable and irresistible. Alan was shocked and thought that this was not swordsmanship.

In other words, this has transcended the scope of swordsmanship and reached a level that he cannot yet understand.

It's like a rescue order.

Without the sharp edge of the sword, his fate had been determined. Death was to his left and right, and there was nowhere to escape. If he resisted with the sword in his hand, he would only bring about his own destruction.

"clang!"

The sword was so powerful that it slashed down domineeringly, causing the sky to collapse and the earth to split.

The sword in Alan's hand broke in an instant, and a huge force surged from his arm to his entire body. His knuckles collapsed in an instant, and his wrist evaporated as well. The force had not yet stopped, and it spiraled through his entire body, tearing Alan's muscles apart like minced meat.

If he had not accepted the magic power and gained immortality, he would now be..."

already dead.

The heart as black as the abyss beats.

That is Alan's "corrupted core"

In just a blink of an eye, the peeled flesh and blood regenerated, the new skin and flesh was so tender, and the intense pain still remained on the nerves.

Alan took two steps back, staring with wide eyes: "This is impossible! Why are you——"

So powerful!

Han Solo stood with his sword horizontally, not even his breathing was disordered.

He looked at Alan and asked, "Accident?"

"This is not a question of whether it's unexpected or not, this is..."

"Of course you can't understand. In the final analysis, you are not even the 'strongest human'. The Zelmon continent is full of infinite creations and gods and men, and the virtual world outside the material world is even more vast! You haven't yet escaped from being a human, and haven't touched the threshold of 'myth', so how can you know how powerful I am."

The Wu Na sword began to roar.

Magic power gathered towards the sword blade.

Han Solo looked at the sword ghost and felt his panic: "Your intuition is useless, and it can't even read your death. The next sword will kill you."

Again—

Same feeling.

Sword Ghost Alan saw Han Solo moving up and down quickly, and used the same trick again, swinging his sword to cut.

This swordsmanship is so amazing.

He clearly saw it, but he just couldn't react. His thinking was restricted. For a moment, Alan couldn't understand the meaning of "escape" and "avoid". When he came to his senses, other tactical actions were no longer possible. Han Solo had him surrounded by his sword, and the only option left was to "barely fight back."

How to fight without a sword?

When Wu Na's sword broke through his body and the sword force was like a mountain falling down and pressing down on him, he finally figured it out.

The swordsmanship of the man in front of him, Han Solo, has transcended the art and he has comprehended the Tao.

What he plays with is not skills, but imagination.

His movements were smooth and refreshing, and he made light work of heavy objects, which was the highest realm that others had practiced hard but could not achieve. His momentum and performance were what every swordsman imagined he could be.

Even Sword Ghost Alan thinks so.

When fantasy shines into reality and the yearning in your heart is vividly displayed before your eyes, then this is perfect, the strongest, and unmatched.

Han Solo's swordsmanship is breathtaking, defeating opponents subconsciously, making them unconsciously feel ashamed of themselves, and their will to resist naturally collapses.

Such skills have long transcended inherent concepts, so what else could they be but "Tao"?

Under the pressure of the sword, Alan's body collapsed again.

The corrupted core was quickly repaired, and Han Solo raised his hand and took his dark heart in his hand, clasping his five fingers tightly.

Alan looked at him calmly, "Is this——? Is this the pinnacle of swordsmanship?"

Han Solo smiled and said, "It's just one of them. Everyone has their own style. We can't generalize."

"Is it?"

If the corrupt core is destroyed, Alan will die.

Surprisingly, he didn't feel too unwilling and even felt lucky.

Isn't it a kind of perfection to die under such sword skills?

He looked at Han Solo and said, "There is a wild stream three hundred kilometers from here. I studied the sword art of Shi Shui there and thought I had made some progress. After seeing your skills today, I realized that I am still far away from the ultimate sword art. If there is a chance, I would like to learn sword art from you."

"In the next life."

Han Solo was ruthless and crushed the black heart in his hand.

The corrupted core turned into crystal powder and flew away. Alan was hit hard and vomited blood on the spot. In just a moment, his body collapsed and he died.

Without even a moment's sadness over his death, Han Solo turned his head and looked somewhere.

There, a man and a woman walked over.

The woman was wearing a grey turtleneck top and had a pair of burgundy eyes. She was the black wizard Monica.

With a smile on her face, she said, "Han, are you okay?"

Han Solo waved his hand, relaxed.

With the blessing of the Great Code, his rank was not much different from that of Sword Ghost Alan, both in their early thirties.

In this case, he is guaranteed to win.

The inheritance of the Time Demon King is not just talk.

Han Solo looked at the respectable middle-aged man next to Monica and asked, "Teacher, who is this?"

"Mr. West. The court mage of Zethlia."

Monica briefly introduced.

West was shocked and looked at Han Solo twice.