Reborn Demon Girl Will Not Meet the Uncle Hero

Chapter 179 Do I have the qualifications to be a hero?
Doro looked at A. Godora in front of him.

He couldn't say he was completely unmoved—in fact, he had a great deal of thoughts on his mind.

He was even somewhat grateful to those women.

If it weren't for those women, he would have almost forgotten what he used to be like, and he would have almost forgotten how he used to look at the world.

The other person's gaze was so firm, and their will was so unwavering.

And he knew that the man before him, A. Godora, clearly knew he was an imposter, yet he still came here, still stood before him, so…

"Let me see if you are worthy of being called a hero."

Under the influence of the musical notes, the space seemed to become incredibly vast, transforming what was originally a cramped area into a boundless world.

"This is the power of the Demon King. In my memory, I was on my way to defeat the Demon King. Seeing the Demon King's power will be beneficial to my defeat of her."

Dora smiled.

In response to A. Godora's statement, he simply smiled and raised his hands: "If you want to know the power of the Demon King, then I can demonstrate to you how the Demon King fought me with pure power when we fought."

Seeing Doro's posture, Shady's expression changed. She had been brutally beaten and had both her arms torn off by that very posture. Now, Doro displayed that same posture once more, reigning supreme like a demon king, as if he could tear the sky down and shatter the earth!

It looked like he was just raising his fist high.

There were two identical people standing there.

Mingdoro's body was even more hunched than A. Godora's, and he was far from being as upright as he was at the age of eighteen.

But when he made that gesture, his body seemed to become incredibly large, and his shadow seemed to completely engulf A. Godora in front of him, making the enemy suddenly appear as a tiny ant.

The imposter then drew his sword.

At this moment, the sword of the hero shines with its due brilliance; its name is the Sword of the Blazing Sun and Light.

Sunlight shimmered on the sword, reflecting the golden blood of the demon king that had once stained it, making it dazzling and radiating a divine light.

The hero's sword rose from below, while Doro's fist slammed down from above.

The two arcs met in mid-air!

Moh's playing suddenly became rapid, with countless notes emerging from the heavenly scale and then drifting down to the two of them. To the naked eye, the notes were constantly breaking apart, and it was because of this that the power of their battle was finally confined to such a small space, making them visible to others in the banquet hall.

People are finally able to recognize the clash of the most powerful forces of our time.

A battle between the brave and himself.

The power of the blazing sun can burn away all impurity, and the power of light can guide people. At this moment, the brilliance of the counterfeit is countless times more dazzling than that of the genuine article. However... power is not measured by brilliance.

Justice, righteousness, courage, compassion... those things, just as Moh once told Doro, are the surplus of the strong, the whims of the strong. The only thing the strong possess, and should possess, is the power to support all whims and all willfulness.

And Doro happens to possess it.

Alchemy? Magic? Curse? Divine power?

Doro doesn't study that kind of thing; it's meaningless to him, just something that can be destroyed at any time, nothing more than...

His fist landed with power greater than the sword of a hero.

The hero's sword, capable of piercing the Demon King's body, left a faint bloodstain on Doro's fist, but in return... A. Godora's sword slipped from his hand.

He was unable to hold the hero's sword after that one punch.

Just as he was about to make his next move, Doro's fist was already at his throat, hovering there: "It seems you don't possess the strength to be called a hero."

Doro's gaze was extremely cold, and he looked at his opponent with almost scrutinizing eyes: "You can't beat me, and you can't beat the Demon King—you're too weak."

A. Godora looked at Doro. He was certain that Doro couldn't kill him with a single punch. The Hero's Armor was still on his body, and Doro's body could be damaged by the Hero's Sword. Theoretically, he still had a chance to win, so...

He moved again.

In the instant of the movement, Doro's fist struck him again, but instead of hitting his throat, it struck his ribs.

The armor of the warrior gleamed, constantly wearing down the power of Doro's fist, but even so, the changes in A Godora's expression could still be seen.

Clearly, he didn't feel good from that punch.

But he successfully picked up the Hero's Sword from the ground, and then—at lightning speed, he swung the sword at Doro!

In an instant, countless sword lights flashed, and Doro's parry was very simple: he used his bare hands to block the slashes of the hero's sword. Countless fine wounds were left on Doro's arms.

"this!"

Those who witnessed this scene were invigorated. A Godora, a hero among heroes, seemed to have gained the upper hand in his duel with the current King of Tear!

Rastina looked at Moher with some nervousness.

Moher simply shook her head slightly and continued playing the music.

Doro is such a jerk. He said he was dueling with a hero—was he just testing my skills? Although Doro doesn't seem like he has that kind of ulterior motive!
But Moh still had to consider it this way. She had every reason to think that Doro was testing her level and that fighting against another version of herself was just an ugly excuse for Doro!

The music was sometimes soaring, sometimes rapid, with endless notes guarding everything in this space.

This is a power that the world cannot understand, a power that the world has never imagined. It is the accumulation of the Demon King over a long period of time, a style that belongs only to the Demon King.

When A. Godora finally sheathed his sword, Doro simply looked at the man calmly, whose arms were covered in wounds: "Only this level can kill me. You should have already felt it. I and the Demon King both possess the nature of eternity, just like this."

His body instantly returned to normal. The wound left by the Hero's Sword seemed to have vanished, and the Demon King's blood that had once stained it could no longer cause Doro any harm.

"Only I, with that sword in hand, can cut off the Demon King's head. You can't do it."

"..."

The hero A. Godora is still drawing his sword.

He continues to make efforts.

Doro's expression showed some emotion.

That's how he fought the Demon King. If things continue like this, is it possible for him to reach that realm?
He harbored a vague expectation, just as the Demon King of the past had. Doro was also expecting something now, expecting this A. Godora before him, someone who, even knowing he could not defeat him, still kept drawing his sword and still wanted to challenge him—to break through his original limits.

But it failed.

This idea failed.

The battle lasted for half an hour.

For a strong person, half an hour of fighting may not be very long, but for A. Godora and for Doro, it was long enough. The imposter had almost exhausted everything, all his swordsmanship, all his strength, all his perseverance—he had almost used himself up to the point of exhaustion.

However, Doro's expression gradually darkened.

"You can't do it."

His words were full of disappointment. He looked at Moher, who then stopped playing the scales.
Doro looked at Moh: "You know he can't do it, right?"

“I waited for you, and time is recorded in ten thousand years. Will you wait for the next him, and time be recorded in days? In such matters, waiting is nothing more than the most ordinary thing. Mr. Doro, you should understand this. I never had any expectations from the very beginning.”

"you are right."

The syllables vanished completely, and A. Godora collapsed to the ground, having exhausted all his strength.

But he was still no match for Doro.

"Although you failed to reach this realm, you still fought to the very end. I acknowledge your will as a hero, and you can bear the name of A. Godora—I give you this name, however, you do not possess the power to bring peace to the world."

Doro's gaze fell on Shati: "Take him away. This is not something you should be involved in. If the Church of White wants to interfere with my will, then you can stay and demonstrate your will to me."

Shati stared blankly at Doro; A. Godora had failed.

They created this being to fight Doro, but the battle turned out to be one-sided, with the created A Godora unable to inflict any real damage on Doro.

The idea of ​​a balanced power between them truly exists only in fantasy. Even with their combined strength, could they possibly stand against Doro?

The divine light fell upon A. Godora, and Adriana opened a portal, using magic to transport A. Godora into it.

Doro then came between the Wise King and Duke Reggus, and stood right between the two men.

Do you know why I'm late?

Before the two could answer, Doro answered his own question, saying, "I first went to Duke Reggus's army and witnessed the situation there. Then I went to the Wise King's army and witnessed the situation there. I saw starving people, crippled soldiers, and many—many sorrows, but also many uglinesses. Only then did I come here."

"Do you want to continue fighting?"

(End of this chapter)