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Chapter 1159 - 1159 584 holds up Black Rain Villa (4000)_3

Chapter 1159: 584 holds up Black Rain Villa (4000)_3 Chapter 1159: 584 holds up Black Rain Villa (4000)_3 He hadn’t anticipated that his last sword strike would fail to decapitate Simon. Not even the second slash did more than wound Simon. The displayed strength indicated that Simon was no newcomer to the Fighter’s Realm but rather at the level of a Veteran Fighter. He wouldn’t fall instantly at the hands of a top-tier Combatant!

Of course, part of the reason was Eye Demon himself. Without his well-matched Spiral Eyed Sword, his strength had fallen within the pinnacle Fighter’s Realm.

Otherwise, with the sharpness of the Spiral Eyed Sword, Simon’s Fist Guards would not have been able to block any of the three strikes he had just launched; his palm would have been severed.

“Interesting, but that’s all it is… interesting…”

The Eye Demon once again tightened his grip on the Cross Sword in his hand, the Heart-eye Secret Technique locking onto Simon: “You may have blocked one strike, three strikes. But what about five? Ten? A hundred? Death is inevitable after all…”

Clang, clang, clang… Clang, clang, clang…

Suddenly, a blur of a silhouette encompassed Simon entirely. A stream of gleaming sword lights danced around, slicing the ground.

Clang, clang, clang! Pu-chi, clang! Pu-chi, clang!

Clashes of metal, sounds of cutting flesh, interspersed one after another.

Simon was bathed in blood, but the smile at the corner of the Eye Demon’s mouth turned increasingly sinister. His figure executed a swift spinning leap, like an agile swallow, arriving behind Simon. He swung his sword in a diagonal chop!

“Die!”

“Boom!!!”

The Eye Demon was sent flying backward, his right hand’s base splitting open.

In mid-air, he turned his Mind’s Eye towards Simon, who remained where he had been.

There, enveloping Simon completely, was a terrifying mass of Black Spirit. His breath surged in and out, his pores dilated rhythmically, and his eyes turned pitch black. The wounds on his body surface were rapidly healing.

“Eyed Demon, do you know why I adore the Demon Figure Gate Master? It’s not just for the reasons I mentioned before! Those are merely gratitude, simply love. But there’s also respect—respect born of reverence, respect born of awe! Do you know why? I am afraid of him! He’s too powerful… he’s simply too strong!”

Crack, crack, crack, crack…

Simon slowly raised his thick arm, which had swelled dramatically, with exaggeratedly bulging hunks of muscle covered in Black Spirit, resembling a set of massive, ferocious Armor. An unspeakable evil Aura oozed from the gaps in the Armor.

“Do you feel it? This power!”

In mid-air, five fingers slowly converged into a Fist.

Zoom!

In an instant, Simon vanished, appearing in front of the Eye Demon like a wild beast unchecked. Along his path were huge, abruptly formed pits, with a continuous series of booming sounds like a Tank rolling across.

Bang!

The Fist struck out, slamming hard against the Eye Demon’s Longsword.

The Eye Demon was blasted away once more, bleeding from the mouth, his expression one of disbelief.

“Look, Eyed Demon! This is the power he has bestowed upon me, this terrifying power he gave me! You’ve felt it, haven’t you? And this force is merely one of the many he has granted. Do you understand? A mere fraction of his strength is already enough to defeat you! Hahaha, do you feel despair? Fear? You blind fool, with a leaf obstructing your sight! Just like that… go to hell with your despair and fear!”

The Black Rain pattered down, mingling with the Rainwater.

The Eyed Demon Carlos stood with a Longsword in one hand, his palm trembling, drenched in blood.

Across from him, a Majestic silhouette shrouded in black steam walked slowly towards him. In his eyes lay a hint of mockery, a hint of pity.

“I wonder if your Death’s Eye can foresee your own death…”