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Chapter 113, Chapter 112: The White Crescent Moon Sky Piercing the Sky!

To be fair, Gu Yuan is not optimistic about the current situation.

As a powerful demon capable of subduing the strongest human warrior, the dwarf "Azer," with a single hand in the future, Livale's strength is unfathomable.

Gu Yuan knew very well that even if Valais gave up all resistance and allowed him to attack freely, he would still not be able to break through his defenses.

With his strength, speed, and endurance completely outmatched, this was a duel with virtually no chance of victory.

The oppressive feeling of despair almost froze his blood, but in the instant his heart skipped a beat, a flash of inspiration, like lightning cleaving through the darkness, suddenly swept through his mind.

"Rules—only the power of rules can work!"

Gu Yuan took a deep breath, suppressing his inner anxiety, and his thoughts raced:

"Since pure physical attacks can't break through the defenses, and speed isn't fast enough, then we can only seek a breakthrough at the level of 'rules'!"

Once the idea took hold, he acted on it without hesitation.

After a follow-up attack, he used the momentum to leap backward, creating some distance between himself and Livale. In that instant, he swiftly sheathed his divine sword with his right hand while simultaneously making a grasping motion in the air with his left.

A faint light appeared, and a magic wand materialized in his hand.

This sudden and bizarre change of weapons caused the playful smile on Livale's face to fade slightly.

"Oh?"

"Besides being a warrior, you're also a mage?"

He chuckled, a hint of mockery in his voice, "What, you think mere magic can trap me?"

He couldn't even be bothered to use the word "kill".

Gu Yuan's gaze locked onto him: "Trapped you? No, my goal is to kill you."

"Kill me?"

Livale seemed to have heard the most absurd joke in the world.

He stroked his chin, shook his head, and sighed.

"Commendable courage. Unfortunately, I've heard that phrase far too many times."

"Everyone who said that ended up dying under my fists, without even giving me a chance to warm up."

"I hope you can let me have some fun."

With his usual confident tone, Gu Yuan didn't reply, but instead tightened his grip on the magic wand.

The next second, the ground beneath his feet suddenly cracked! His figure transformed into an arrow released from a bow, vanishing from the spot in an instant!

This completely illogical, almost suicidal, frontal assault caused a flicker of surprise and bewilderment to cross Livale's eyes for the first time.

"court death?"

He had never seen any mage so resolutely charge at a warrior whose strength far surpassed his own. Just as the distance between the two was rapidly closing, Gu Yuan raised his left hand!

The tip of the wand glowed faintly, and an invisible, intangible slash, capable of slightly distorting space, silently cut towards Rivale's neck.

Livale's eyelids twitched suddenly, and all the playfulness on his face froze instantly!

"This is."

"not good!"

The fighting instincts accumulated over hundreds of years were frantically warning him in his mind.

His intuition told him that this move was not to be touched! Not to be blocked!

His body acted before his mind could make a judgment, tilting his head back as far as he could to dodge.

"Buzz—!"

The wand, wreathed in an invisible, cutting force, grazed almost the skin of his throat with a "whoosh!"

The sharp edge severed several strands of his black hair that were flying up, and even left a conspicuous red line on his supposedly indestructible skin.

The cold touch of death was so clear and piercing.

Livale was deeply shaken.

A long-lost, almost unfamiliar sense of shock swept over him—was he injured?

Just then, Gu Yuan's follow-up attack arrived.

He precisely seized the one-thousandth of a second of vulnerability when Livale's body was tilted back at its limit and his center of gravity was unstable.

The light of the World Tree Wand in his left hand had not yet faded, while his right hand had already grasped another dull metal staff.

Under the magic-suppressing domain, this is his trump card.

The highly compressed colorless battle qi was instantly injected, frantically condensing and undergoing a qualitative change at the top of the staff, transforming into an extremely refined, blazing white crescent moon!

Swing it with all your might!

One-Day Rush - Instant Flash Strike!

Just as Livale recovered from the fatal neck-slashing blow, the pure white light in his pupils rapidly magnified.

"Woolen cloth?!"

He was in a stiff state after dodging backwards, and had no choice but to tense all his muscles, cross his arms, and take the hit head-on.

"boom!!!"

The pure white crescent moon slammed viciously into his arm, and the intense destructive energy and the ultimate physical defense engaged in a frenzied confrontation!

Light burst forth, and turbulent energy surged all around. Finally, the energy was exhausted, and it exploded suddenly!

"Bang!"

With a deafening roar, Livale was thrown back three steps by the immense force of the impact. Each step felt like he was kneeling, leaving spiderweb-like cracks in the ground.

"Whoosh—"

The wind suddenly stopped.

A dead silence.

Livale slowly lowered his numb arm.

He looked down at his chest.

There, the black coat was torn open.

Beneath the laceration, a clear wound was slowly emerging on his proud, indestructible skin.

Blood beads were gushing from the cracks in the skin.

He raised his hand to wipe it away, then held the bright red stain up to his eyes.

silence.

A suffocating silence enveloped the entire room.

All expression vanished from his face.

All that remained was an almost solemn solemnity.

His gaze also transformed into a tangible, chilling focus.

"Tsk—I see."

He finally spoke, his voice low and smooth, yet filled with deadly pressure, "This is not traditional magic. It's a close-quarters combat technique that imbues weapons with 'imagination,' combined with pure battle aura for a single attack."

"That's a brilliant tactic."

He raised his head, and his eyes were no longer those of someone looking at a toy, but those of a beast locking onto its prey.

"In the past 150 years, you are the first human to be able to harm me."

"Give me your name."

Saying this means the game is over.

This inquiry is the final courtesy shown to a powerful figure.

Gu Yuan took a deep breath, gripped his two wands tightly in each hand, assumed a fighting stance, and uttered the pseudonym he had prepared beforehand.

Namenlos.

In German, it means "nameless".

"Namenlos—" Livale repeated softly, a cold smile curving his lips. "I've got it."

A thunderous boom the instant the last syllable fell!

The ground he was standing on suddenly exploded!

His true form had transformed into a black afterimage that was impossible to detect with the naked eye. It surpassed the speed of sound, and the terrifying pressure of his fist, like a tangible mountain, instantly pressed down in front of Gu Yuan!

Gu Yuan's pupils contracted sharply, and the terrifying fist rapidly enlarged in his eyes!

Almost by chance and instinct, he forcefully blocked the metal wand wrapped with the power of "cutting" in front of him!

"Crack!"

!

The chilling, piercing sound of cutting rang out again!

Livale abruptly retracted his fist, revealing a deep, clean cut on his knuckles that exposed bone!

For the first time, the demon's bright red blood splattered out due to injury.

The pain spread again.