Warlords: Rise From the Land of Doom

Narant and Becklespin reappeared.

The two were still standing there, without any scars on their bodies.

"Damn it, you actually blocked it!"

The moment Becklespin saw Narant, his face suddenly became extremely ugly.

This was his strongest attack, and Narant actually blocked it.

"Sir Berkeley, I said that the long sword in my hand is also the main sword, and now it seems that my main sword is likely to be more advanced than your main sword, haha!" Narant smiled immediately, and Becklespin, who was fast and slow, turned pale again.

"Even if your main sword can cut out the same power as mine, I don't believe you can last longer than me. The Emerald God Liquid can not only increase the output power, but also provide a lot of divine power!"

Becklespin gritted his teeth, but still believed that he could definitely defeat the god boy in front of him.

Because after taking the Emerald God Liquid, he had plenty of divine power.

"Emerald Whirlwind Divine Slash!"

The next moment, Becklespin raised his sword again and slashed at Nalante fiercely.

But he could never have imagined that from the world of gods to the city of stars, no one who dared to compete with Nalante in consumption could win, whether it was the human race or the dark demon.

So Nalante just smiled when he heard it, "Then let's try to see who has more divine power, the eighth slash of glory!"

After that, Nalante raised his sword and also slashed the eighth slash of glory.

Next, the two began to compete in divine power consumption. After all, both sides had already taken out their "housekeeping skills" and had no more powerful attack methods.

A roar resounded through the arena of the third zone, and the gods in the audience also ushered in an audio-visual feast.

Because of such a powerful confrontation, they rarely had the opportunity to watch it in the past.

It lasted for ten minutes before the frequency of the two people's attacks finally began to slow down.

Dense beads of sweat had already appeared on Becklespin's forehead.

This is an extraordinary full-strength attack, and each attack is equivalent to a fatal skill.

For ordinary gods, two or three strikes in one round is already the limit, but the two of them have at least struck hundreds of times in ten minutes.

Therefore, even with a strong foundation of divine power, it is impossible to hold on.

"Damn it, how can this kid still have divine power? I have taken the Emerald Green Divine Liquid, but he, it seems that he has not taken anything?"

Beckley stared at Narant with a tearing eye. He felt that he had encountered a monster today. The previous airport battles had never given him such an experience. They were all solved directly with three or two swords.

"Haha, how about it, Mr. Bakerlespin, are you unable to hold on?" Narant's forehead also had fine beads of sweat, but the corners of his mouth were hung with a smug smile.

"Huh, kid, you really exceeded my expectations, but I guess you must be pretending now. Do you think I don't know what you are thinking?"

"Want me to think that you can still fight and then surrender voluntarily? This is impossible."

Becklespin felt that he had seen through Narant's plan.

Especially, the fine beads of sweat on Nalante's forehead were no less than his own, and he didn't have precious potions like the Emerald Divine Liquid, so how could he maintain his divine power longer than his own.

"Really? Mr. Berkeley, I advise you to think carefully. I think your divine power has been almost consumed. If you continue to fight, you will be injured!"

"After all, we are both human beings. I just want to win, but I don't want to hurt you!" Nalante smiled and persuaded Beclespin.

This guy was right. Nalante was indeed pretending, but he just pretended to be weaker. The fine beads of sweat on his forehead were naturally intentional.

Otherwise, Beclespin, who was almost exhausted after taking such a powerful potion, was still alive and kicking. This was too suspicious.

Of course, he could pretend to be weaker on the surface, but the output would still be enough later.

The main point is that he is always a little stronger than Beclespin.

"Hmph, kid, this is what I want to tell you. If you don't want to get hurt, then surrender immediately."

"Otherwise, I won't be able to control my Emerald Whirlwind Slash. If I hurt you, it's none of my business." Becklespin sneered, and felt that Narant was pretending to be arrogant and trying to scare him.

"Very good, then, Sir Berkeley, let's continue fighting!"

Narant didn't say anything more. For the sake of his grandfather, who was at the level of the Lord God, he was already giving him face by saying a few more words.

Afterwards, even if Becklespin had a mistake, it would be his own fault.

"Hmph, am I still afraid of you? Come on, kid, Emerald Whirlwind God Slash!"

Becklespin was very straightforward. He snorted coldly and raised his long sword and continued to chop at Narant.

With a swish, a huge sword light appeared in front of Becklespin, surrounded by a large number of whirlwinds carrying emerald wind blades.

However, after launching this attack, Beclespin's face turned pale, and it was obvious that he had reached the end of his strength.

Nalante smiled, knowing that it was almost time to end it, and immediately raised his sword and chopped it down.

"The eighth slash of glory!"

With a swish, the sword light also appeared in front of Nalante, and the power was as strong as before.

Seeing this, Beclespin's eyes flashed with disbelief, but he could only grit his teeth and hold on.

Boom!

The next moment, the swords of both sides collided in mid-air, and the whole day roared again. At the same time, the white-green divine power light also covered the venue again.

More than ten seconds later, the divine power light faded, and Nalante and Beclespin were still fighting against each other.

However, at this moment, both of them looked more or less embarrassed.

Not only was their hair messy, but even their clothes were blown to pieces.

It was obvious that the divine power of the two was almost exhausted, and they could no longer guarantee to resist the damage of the explosion.

"This kid, how can he still have divine power!" Beclespin gritted his teeth. At this moment, his divine power had reached the bottom and he could only maintain the last blow.

"Beckley, you still don't admit defeat?" Nalante asked Beclespin with a smile.

"It's Beclespin, damn kid, I'll fight you!" Beclespin only felt a surge of anger and fear in his chest.

After a roar, he did not hold back and began to inject all his divine power into the long sword.

"Emerald Whirlwind Divine Slash!"

With a swish.

Another sword beam slashed out, but this time, although the sword beam was slashed out with full force, its power had weakened a lot.

Not only the sonic boom that broke through the air, but also the space disturbance was visibly different.

Originally, the space where the sword beam passed would collapse, but now only space cracks appeared, and the power was reduced by at least 40%.

Nalante saw this and knew what was going on, and also reduced the infusion of divine power, "Glory Eighth Slash!"

With a hum, the long sword slashed out fiercely, and the sword beam appeared in front of him.

Boom!

The next moment, the sword beams of both sides met in the air, and a loud roar broke out.

Crack!

However, after this roar, there was another subtle shattering sound.

Looking carefully, it was Becklespin's sword beam that was broken, while Nalante's sword beam was only weakened a lot, and then continued to sweep towards Becklespin.

"This... This is impossible!" Becklespin was stunned on the spot.

That kid really has more divine power than him.

Even if Becklespin took the Emerald Green Divine Liquid, he couldn't beat the other party.

"Hey, Berkeley, what are you doing? Run!"

With Narant's shout, Becklespin finally reacted and immediately moved his body to escape.

But subconsciously, his face changed, because the Eighth Station of Glory had a strong binding force, and he couldn't move much.

Then he could only watch the white sword light fall on him.

With a bang, a roar broke out after the sword light was cut.

Buzz!

At this time, Becklespin's body emitted a burst of emerald green light again, offsetting most of the impact.

Obviously, the green god's treasure clothes on Becklespin worked again.

"Hey, this dress is really good, Lord Beclespin, you are lucky. Do you choose to surrender now?" Nalante exclaimed, and Le Hehe looked at Beclespin again.

Nalante was not too surprised about the green treasure clothes on him.

It would be strange if these three generations of main gods did not have some equipment on them.

"I..." Beclespin was immediately in a dilemma when facing Nalante's question.

If he surrendered immediately, he would be embarrassed. In front of everyone, he had the main god sword, took the emerald green divine liquid, and had a treasured dress.

In the end, he was defeated by a god boy whose origin was unknown. How could he go out and meet people if he took the initiative to surrender?

But if he did not surrender, what if the other party still had divine power and continued to slash at him with a powerful sword?

His emerald green treasure clothes could only be used three times a day. If he was slashed by a sword again later, he would have no protection today.

However, Becklespin thought that the opponent must have exhausted his divine power.

At least he had a treasured robe to protect him. If he couldn't chop the sword, he would still have hope of winning in close combat with him.

"You want me to surrender? It's impossible. Come on, kid. I guess you don't have any divine power anymore!" Becklespin gritted his teeth and decided not to surrender.

"Very good, Berkeley is trying to tear you apart, so please accept it!" Nalante smiled and said nothing more. He raised his sword and fell.

"The seventh slash of glory!"

With a buzz, the sword light appeared in front of Nalante again, and then slashed at Becklespin fiercely.

Becklespin's pupils shrank, and he immediately showed disbelief.

He wanted to dodge again, but he still felt the restraining force.

Although he was not as strong as before, the problem was that he had also reached the point of exhaustion of divine power, so he still couldn't dodge.

Boom!

The next moment, Nalante's sword fell on his head, and Beclespin was instantly covered.

Buzz!

However, his emerald robe still had one last chance to defend.

So after the roar, another buzzing sound was heard.

After a few seconds, when the divine light disappeared, Beclespin's figure was still fighting.

But there was no pride on his face, only unwillingness and frustration.

"How about it, Berkeley, do you want to continue to fight with you? The number of times your emerald robe can defend should be limited, right?"

"I don't know if it can be used after three times. If it can't be used, the sword light will directly hit you. If it hits your chest, it will be a big scar!"

"Come on, kid, I don't believe you still have divine power now!" Becklespin has become a gambler.

Because of the sunk costs he invested before, he was even more reluctant to surrender, and wanted to bet that Nalante really had no divine power.

"Alas, it seems that you are not a qualified gambler, Mr. Berkeley. A qualified gambler knows when to stop and stop losses in time!"

Nalante fully understood Becklespin's psychological activities, and he stopped talking nonsense.

"Glory Sixth Slash!"

Raised the long sword and swung it, and with a hum, a sword light appeared again.

However, because the Sixth Slash of Ten Glory was used this time, the power was much smaller.

When the sword light passed by, it only caused space ripples, and even the space cracks only flashed occasionally.

However, even such a weak slash was definitely not something that Becklespin, who had no divine power and exhausted the protection of the emerald treasure clothes on his body, could resist.

When Becklespin saw the sword light of the Sixth Slash of Glory, he finally showed a trace of despair in his eyes.

He also knew that he had no chance of winning.

Boom!

The next moment, the blade slashed down from Beclespin again.

He did not dodge, nor did he raise his sword to block, because he knew it was useless.

There was a sound of "puff", and when he saw Beclespin again, there was a long sword wound on his chest.

The sword wound spread from the left chest to the right abdomen, and it was more than 20 centimeters long.

Fortunately, the wound was not too deep. Although a lot of blood oozed out, the internal organs should not be injured.

And such injuries, for gods, as long as there is still a breath, they can be healed.

"Mr. Berkeley, you lose!"

Narant did not continue to fight, but announced the result to Beclespin with a smile.

Beclespin was not playing rogue, after all, losing is losing.

In his current condition, even if he fights in close combat, he is definitely not Narant's opponent.

"I... surrender..."

As if he had used up all his strength, Beclespin finally announced his surrender with gritted teeth.

Wow!

"He won. This Nalant actually won and agreed to Beclespin. This is incredible. You know, Beclespin has so many precious treasures!"

"What's the use of having treasures? This Nalant's divine power is much stronger than his. The last slash is enough to explain everything!"

"What is the origin of this Nalant? He is obviously not at a high level, but his strength is so strong."

"It's not that Nalant is strong, it's clearly that the main sword in his hand is strong."

"I guess the quality of this main sword is definitely higher than that of Beclespin's main sword!" (End of this chapter)