Devil's Bible

On the other side, Big's swordsmanship flowed, constantly releasing the aura of the ocean.

Poole also stood up, but his body did not grow as rapidly as before; instead, he maintained his height of three or four meters.

He quickly approached Big.

Biggs didn't care at all about it.

He's just a defeated opponent.

In their previous encounters, he had completely figured out Poole's strengths and weaknesses.

Poole's fighting ability can only be considered that of a minor genius.

However, such child prodigies are everywhere in the church.

Combat ability needs to be accumulated and developed.

Big had met many geniuses, but all of them said that Big was a genius.

But later, Bige realized that he could only be considered average, barely passable.

It took Bigger seven hundred years to master the Sword of the Sea, a swordsmanship of the Sword Saint, and to grasp the concept of the ocean. In battle, he could always make the most correct choice based on instinct.

In the event of any unexpected situation, one can analyze it immediately and then formulate a strategy.

This is both talent and experience accumulated over countless years of fighting.

Poole's talent is decent, but over time it becomes mediocre.

In some respects, it's not even as good as Bigger.

True geniuses are those who can grasp the essence of combat in a very short time, going beyond the realm of experience, and are born with the combat experience that others have accumulated over hundreds of years.

They are able to see top-notch techniques they have never learned before, learn them in a short time, and then develop their own unique style.

And there are actually some geniuses like this in the church.

For example, the Holy Son Nemus is a typical example. During his brief exchange with Nemus, he could clearly sense that Nemus was gradually learning his talents and then using them to overwhelm him.

Therefore, despite Poole's slightly inferior talent, there was a seven-hundred-year gap in combat experience between them.

The difference in experience lies in the fact that, having discovered Poole's weakness before, he now has a set of moves to deal with Poole.

According to his own assessment, he could defeat Poole within ten moves in his half-siren state.

However, as soon as they started fighting, Big sensed something was wrong.

Because Poole was very strong at that time, stronger than he had expected.

The other side has greatly improved its experience and has developed a method to counter naval power.

He tried to use the Sea Sword's moves several times, but they were all neutralized by Poole.

He is like a reef on the seabed, seemingly ordinary, yet able to withstand any storm.

This targeted approach left Big feeling inexplicably constrained.

"This isn't right?!" A look of doubt flashed in Big's eyes.

In this state, although he could defeat Poole, it would be at least several hundred moves later.

At their pace of combat, several hundred moves, though quick, would still take ten to half an hour.

With the current pace of combat, aside from some special matches, the start and end of battles are actually quite fast.

Having been bogged down for so long, he might not have even finished off Poole before Nemes had already quelled the conflict.

"You probably overestimate me and underestimate Lord Nemus." Poole's calm voice came, accurately targeting Big's psychological weakness.

"My fighting skills cannot be called genius; they can only be described as mediocre."

“But I have one advantage—” Poole withstood a new attack and, taking advantage of Big’s momentary lapse in concentration, suddenly swung his fist.

With the aid of his mind-manipulation ability, the punch was both fast and heavy, striking Biggs squarely in the body, sending flesh and blood flying. Biggs slid back several steps before coming to a stop.

"That means I can listen to advice and execute all the tactics Lord Nemes gives me perfectly." Poole himself knew very well that his talent was just so-so.

He's not exactly an ordinary person, but he's not exceptionally skilled either. Perhaps in a few hundred years, he'll be able to hone his skills to the level of a master.

But it definitely doesn't count now.

His only advantage lies in his execution ability.

When Nemes gave him a move, he would execute it wholeheartedly without making any unnecessary movements.

In that respect, he is indeed talented.

“That’s impossible,” Biggs instinctively denied.

He had fought Poole and discovered Poole's weaknesses in the process, which allowed him to devise a plan to deal with the situation.

Nemus had fought him several times and was somewhat prepared for him, so he could accept it. He was also thinking about how to avoid being targeted by Nemus and making adjustments accordingly.

However, Nemus anticipated his adjustment and provided his subordinates with a solution.

This subordinate, whom he believed he could defeat in three moves, managed to hold him back using this method.

He had the upper hand, but he couldn't get past him, and occasionally he would even be injured by the opponent's counterattack.

A sense of despair, of being utterly crushed and having one's own talents directly negated, welled up in my heart.

That familiar despair resurfaced in my heart.

"Does my talent really deserve God's second glance?" This question began to linger in Big's mind after Poole uttered those words.

He couldn't help but doubt himself.

According to his theory, only by standing in a high enough position and demonstrating one's talents can one gain respect.

Therefore, after death, one can become a 'healthy' member of God's kingdom and obtain eternal life through God's power.

You don't need to become a supplicant who is actually a tool of faith, nor a supplicant angel who is a tool of war.

However, this is contingent on him actually being able to attract God's attention.

He couldn't help but fall into self-doubt, wondering if his own abilities were insufficient.

If that's the case, then even if he helps Mocania complete her mission, his final outcome won't be any better.

There are no idle people in the Kingdom of God.

A person without ability is just an idle person.

The devastating blow from Nemes wiped out Big's confidence in an instant.

His mind was racing with these thoughts, and Poole seized the opportunity to launch several effective attacks in succession.

If Biggles hadn't undergone siren transformation, which greatly enhanced his vitality, he might not be covered in wounds now, but would already be dead.

The pain brought Biggs to his senses.

The danger of death helped Biggs break free from his self-doubt.

If he were killed by Poole like that, he would truly become a useless person no one wanted.

"A mental weakness—this was accurately predicted by the fictional demon." Big realized that under normal circumstances, with his strong will, he wouldn't experience such a large mental fluctuation.

However, prior to this, Nemes had corrupted his very essence, ruined his future, and caused him to break down once.

Although he saw new hope in Mocania afterward, the wounds in his heart were not truly healed.

The reason Poole said those things during the battle was probably a 'tactic' prepared for him by Nems. (End of Chapter)