Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio  Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

Clang!

Avatar's murderous intent burst out . In a hurry, Katyusha could only raise her spear to block the attack . She was forced backwards, each step burying into the stone tiles . Countless cracks appeared under her feet, spreading out like a spider web .

A shockwave visible to the naked eye rushed out in all directions . The ground shook, the air trembled, and all houses within 1000 feet toppled as if they were made out of jigsaw pieces .

After the attack, a small nick opened up on Avatar's obsidian broadsword . The material of his Beastman Epic blade couldn't be compared to Katyusha's Spear of Victory .

But so what?

Katyusha retreated, and Avatar followed like a shadow . He huffed out a breath . A fast air current rushed out of his throat in a guttural roar .

"Blade of Glory, go!"

Wild power surged into the obsidian broadsword, making it s.h.i.+ne with blinding fiery light . Under the red light, the blade doubled in size . It was close to ten feet long and two feet wide . Outside the actual blade, there was a shadow made up of condensed Wild Power .

He brought it down on Katyusha; the power grew more aggressive . His attack was right when Katyusha still hadn't regained her balance .

The air cracked like thunder as the sword came down . Bolts of b.l.o.o.d.y lightning appeared around the sword . It was so powerful it could almost cleave the heavens!

Facing this type of attack directly, Katyusha just felt tumbling waves charging at her . There wasn't even time to breathe . She could only pa.s.sively block this fatal attack .

This can't continue . She was very clear .

She had to use this attack to distance herself from the opponent . As long as she was further away and had time to adjust, she could cast the Thorn of Fate and kill this Beastman warlord .

Clang! Katyusha blocked the attack again .

But this didn't feel right . The opponent had used an instantaneous rend . When she caught it, she felt electric numbness go from her palm to her arm and then to the rest of her body . She almost went slack .

It was fortunate she could stand her ground, let alone use the momentum to retreat .

"Human Warrior, I don't know why you're doing this or how many people you have, but you will all die here today!"

Avatar gritted his teeth . His actions didn't slow down at all, and he didn't give Katyusha any chance to recover . Taking advantage of when she was powerless, he roared again .

"Die!"

His sword cut upward . The blade was as fast as lightning . If Katyusha was. .h.i.t by this, she would be hacked into two . Even if she had nine lives, she would be dead .

Avatar had only used three attacks in all his battles . He would kill with three moves!

Even though Katyusha had the Spear of Victory, something close to being a divine spell, once she made a mistake, she wouldn't find another chance to attack—even though she only needed one-tenth of a second .

Avatar defeated all the brave Beastmen by himself and canceled the tribal system . This all depended on his amazing combat techniques .

In Firuman, he could definitely rank in the top three for combat . No human could compare to him . Kanorse couldn't do it; the High Elves definitely couldn't . He could only find an equal opponent in the dragons or demons .

However, Avatar's might didn't just come from combat . He also had a spirit that helped him break free from all restraining tradition and change the world .

Perfect combat techniques, a majestic spirit, and surging murderous intent—the three combined to make Katyusha unable to fight back .

Just as Katyusha was about to be halved, a slender figure streaked out from the corner . This person had a lancet in both hands . One went for Avatar's neck; the other, to his heart .

At the same time, a young man with darker skin, handsome features, and six dark wings charged from another direction . This person had a spinning shuriken in each hand . He put his hands together and the shurikens combined into a blade going for Avatar's obsidian sword .

This six-winged fallen angel was extremely fast, almost teleporting . He had charged a second later but was even faster than the Storm Warlord Parmese who was known for his speed . He blocked Avatar's broadsword at the last instant .

Clang! There was the explosion of metal going through stone . Avatar's sword didn't stop or continue . It spun midway and blocked Parmese's attack .

During the block, Avatar's thoughts whirred . An almost subconscious thought flashed past his mind . No, there are three of them, and they're all at the Legendary level . My only advantage is that they aren't working together now . If I don't end this now, I'll die .

With this thought, Avatar started moving . There was no hesitation or pause during this entire process .

These were battle instincts—the terrifying talent of the Beastmen!

During battle, Beastmen always had an almost beastly gut instinct . They could always make the correct decision at the critical moment .

In the history of Firuman, Beastmen always ranked high in the records of single challenges . There was the record of a Level-8 Beastman warlord killing and dying with five Dragon Warriors of the same level .

Beastmen were natural Warriors .

Beastmen were natural Warriors .

The next instant, Avatar activated his fatal trick . He used the reverberations from when his obsidian broadsword clashed against the opponent's weapon and retracted a bit . During this, his sword suddenly blurred .

The obsidian sword seemed to become illusory as if formed by thousands of shadows . At the same time, the glow around it consolidated . The wild b.l.o.o.d.y-red power seemed to solidify . It was blinding .

Parmese was the most familiar with Avatar's power . Seeing all the sword shadows, he was terrified . "Retreat, he's putting his all in!"

The fallen angel didn't mind . "What's there to be scared of… oh, so powerful!"

At the same time, Avatar activated his fatal trick . Wild Power rushed into the sword, and he hacked forward with all his might .

Instantly, sword shadows filled the air within a 15 feet range . Every shadow was b.l.o.o.d.y red, and the blades dazzled . They seemed to be illusory but contained extreme power .

This was Avatar's strongest battle skill: Wild Battle

Wild Battle

Level-11 Master Battle Skill

Effect: The user consolidates all power and murderous intent to explode abruptly . Everything within 15 feet will be pulverized!

(Note: The anger of a warlord!)

Shtick, shtick, shtick . Dazzling sword shadows shrouded everything . Within them, Katyusha, the fallen angel, and the Storm Warlord Parmese all suffered the horrible attack .

It had come too quickly and too densely . With nowhere to hide, they could only block with all their might .

Katyusha had just been saved by her companions and wanted to activate the Thorn of Fate . But then she sank into such a desperate situation . She couldn't do anything other than using everything to retreat .

The fallen angel suffered the densest attacks . He spun his shurikens like crazy so that it created a seamless blockade before him . Even so, countless sword shadows still got past them and hit him .

Parmese was terrified . All will to fight was gone . He'd already retreated beforehand, but this was useless . He was still within range of the attack . Though he put in all his might to block, he was still cut by a sword on his left leg .

Poof, poof, poof . It was the sound of flesh cutting open, accompanied by the metallic smell of blood . The sounds lasted for half a second . Then three b.l.o.o.d.y figures flew out in different directions .

The three Legendary figures were all hit at least once by Avatar's attack of full force . They flew out, covered in injuries .

The most badly hurt was the fallen angel . One of his arms had been hacked off, and blood gushed out of his chest . He stumbled back unsteadily and fell . He convulsed on the ground, blood pooling around him .

The most badly hurt was the fallen angel . One of his arms had been hacked off, and blood gushed out of his chest . He stumbled back unsteadily and fell . He convulsed on the ground, blood pooling around him .

No matter how powerful the fallen angel's vitality was, the Legendary power rus.h.i.+ng into him was destructive . The fact that he was alive right now was proof of his strong vitality .

As for Katyusha, she was covered in blood . Though she stayed standing, her body shook uncontrollably, barely unable to hold onto the Spear of Victory .

The least injured was Parmese, but he wasn't well off either . Everywhere was fine except for his left leg . More than half of his leg was missing . The remaining parts were hanging by shreds . The speed that he was proud of was gone now .

However, Avatar wasn't well off either . Though he wasn't hurt, this battle technique had used up all his power . Leaning on his sword, he half-knelt on the ground, panting heavily .

He didn't look at Katyusha or the fallen angel . Instead, he stared at Parmese .

"I didn't think this would happen . It was okay for you to take the humans north . It was okay to side with the Dark Elves in the Black Forest . But I didn't think that you would come back to ma.s.sacre our helpless brethren and with such a lowly method of a plague! Parmese, you are the biggest disgrace to our race!"

Legendary fighters didn't look at their appearances . Parmese looked like a human now, and regular people wouldn't be able to tell . However, Avatar instantly knew who he was after attacking .

Parmese instantly refuted Avatar . "I didn't do the plague! I just came to kill you!"

"Ha, so what? You'll kill me and let the plague spread through the Golden Plains to kill our entire race . Your soul will be abandoned by our ancestors . It's such a pity that I can't kill you with my own hands . "

He'd lost all his power while Parmese only lost one leg . His power wasn't damaged at all and could easily kill Avatar .

Parmese didn't want to be responsible for this . He didn't care what regular Beastmen thought; he didn't even care what Avatar thought . However, he couldn't ignore the countless ancestors .

In Beastmen tradition, ancestors were very important . Respect for the ancestors was ingrained in their souls .

"No, I didn't do the plague . I couldn't do something like that!" he exclaimed, either to Avatar or the countless ancestors .

"Kill the demon and Naga to prove to the ancestors!" Avatar roared .

Parmese froze . His eyes moved to Katyusha . The fallen angel was disabled and would need at least three months to recover . The only one present who could fight back was Katyusha .

He instinctively gripped his lancet .

"Parmese," Katyusha said hurriedly . "Your people are still in the Black Forest . Your wife and children are there too . Don't forget!"

With that, Parmese's grip loosened again . He didn't dare meet Avatar's eyes, but he didn't speak either . Lowering his head, he ripped his s.h.i.+rt off and tied up the remnants of his leg . Then he hobbled towards the fallen angel .

He picked the badly hurt demon up and went to Katyusha .

"Let's go . "

He picked the badly hurt demon up and went to Katyusha .

"Let's go . "

"Why won't you kill him?" Katyusha asked angrily . The Beastman king was too terrifying . If they didn't kill him now, she wouldn't be able to kill him again, even if she had the Spear of Victory .

Parmese shook his head . "Now is not the time . Only he can stop the plague in the Golden Plains . He can't die!"

"What does this have to do with you?" Katyusha was so p.i.s.sed she could slap this guy right now .

"Shut up!" Parmese didn't want to speak further . He took out a tonic and poured it down the fallen angel's throat . Then he carried him away .

Katyusha stared at the Beastman king kneeling on the ground . She wanted to stab him to death, but she was badly hurt and wasn't confident . She could only follow Parmese away .

Avatar let out a sigh . Pus.h.i.+ng against his broadsword, he rose slowly .

He was still alive; he could still find the cure to the plague . Yes, he had to find the cure . Since he couldn't find it here, he would go to the Dragon Valley and ask the Red Dragon Queen for help .

Yes, the dragons would have the solution . As long as they were willing to help, he would pay them anything .

With that in mind, he prepared to set off . He'd recovered some of his power now . It might not be enough to fight, but he could travel .

But two steps later, his heart leaped . Without thinking, he jumped to the side .

Whoosh . A black vine as thick as his arm snuck out of the ground, piercing towards his heart like a poisonous needle . Avatar dodged it, but the thorn changed direction too, not leaving his chest .

Helpless, Avatar blocked it with his obsidian broadsword .

Clang! The broadsword was easily forced away by the black vine . Avatar was too weak now . He wasn't the vine's match .

After that attack, the vine returned . Avatar groaned inwardly . He dodged at the last moment but still couldn't avoid it entirely . With a poof, it pa.s.sed through his arm . Extreme pain besieged his mind . He couldn't help but grunt .

Immediately after, he felt poison spread from the wound . He was familiar with the poison, and he knew this vine . It was from the High Elves!

In that moment, something flashed past his mind . No wonder Parmese refused to admit that he's responsible for the plague . The actual masterminds are the High Elves!

As soon as he thought this, his vision dimmed, and he felt dizzy .

In the last moment, he saw a white light flash around him . He knew this was from a portal spell, but he found it strange . Is someone saving me? Are the High Elves capturing me?

With that, he fainted .