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Chapter 161: Chapter 45 Facing Six Heroes Simultaneously_2

The dwarf fell silent, then said, "I... haven’t learned how to ’manifest to me’."

Despite his heroic reputation, he was not the genius people imagined, but simply because his abilities were comparatively formidable. 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢

He wasn’t the kind of genius who could easily learn magic.

"No, you can." Xi Mu was very certain, confirming that the dwarf had enough talent and ability, but he had not been very confident in himself previously.

"To kill you now... would be such a waste." He spoke earnestly, not wanting to slay the dwarf in his weakened state.

"You can become even stronger."

"Then... shall I try?" the dwarf asked tentatively. He saw Ahtal step back a few paces, plant the greatsword in the ground, and wait with his arms crossed for him to learn ’manifesting to me’.

Although he now had little chance of winning, he couldn’t help feeling somewhat unwilling to accept defeat; if only he hadn’t misjudged Ahtal’s teleportation distance.

The outcome of the battle remained full of suspense.

Meanwhile.

In the outside world.

In the spectator stands.

"What... what is this man thinking?" A follower of the Church of Death couldn’t help but comment. Giving an enemy a chance like this, letting them grow stronger, was something not even a rookie cultist would do.

This kind of giving the enemy a chance and then being defeated by a desperate counterattack had been seen countless times in epics and legends.

And now he was witnessing it with his own eyes.

He had already won, yet he didn’t immediately kill his enemy to ensure there was no possibility of a counterattack.

"Perhaps this is a hero cherishing a hero," a female follower of the Church of Death beside him said uncertainly:

"Letting the opponent fully exhibit their strength before dying could be what Ahtal is thinking."

"That makes me start to feel that being a cultist is quite normal," the cultist said with a twitch of the lips, suddenly feeling quite typical because at least he knew not to give the enemy a chance for a comeback.

Not like heroes with a soft spot, thinking the enemy hasn’t given their full effort and insisting on giving them a chance to use all their power.

Being able to win was the true principle.

"Enough, heroes don’t need us to understand them," came a seductive yet haughty female voice. The cultists in attendance turned towards the sound and saw a woman in a red gown, resting her cheek on her hand.

The Bloody Countess.

The cultists recognized the identity of the lady in the red gown and promptly closed their mouths; after all, the Bloody Countess had some standing even within the Church of Death.

She was considered one of the upper echelons.

The Bloody Countess watched the projection screen in the middle of the dueling arena. She was one of the few who knew the truth and was aware that Ahtal was favored by the Witch of Death, not someone the cultists present could discuss casually.

Even so, she couldn’t understand why Ahtal would give his enemy a chance, ultimately attributing it to Ahtal’s passion for battle.

At the same time.

In the dueling arena.

"Cough!!" The dwarf lowered his hand from his abdomen and looked at the knight across from him with his arms crossed, then clapped his hands together with force.

"Manifest to me!" He roared with difficulty, successfully activating ’manifesting to me’ under the pressure of life and death.

Power surged.

The dwarf’s body shimmered with a metallic luster as the fingers on his hands turned into sword blades, and his spine sprouted metallic spikes.

Seeing this, Xi Mu nodded in satisfaction and drew out the greatsword next to him. He charged at the dwarf, who was still unaccustomed to his body’s changes, and his sword cut through the air.

When the dwarf instinctively tried to block with the sword blades of his fingers, Xi Mu’s sword stroke shifted, changing from a slash to a thrust, piercing the dwarf’s throat accurately.

Xi Mu pulled out his greatsword and looked at the dwarf’s body as it fell to the ground.

Even though ’manifesting to me’ could enhance one’s strength, altering one’s body structure like the dwarf did without fully familiarizing himself with the changes made it very easy for the opponent to take advantage and kill him.

The battle ended.

As the dwarf died, the scenery changed back to its original arena appearance.

Xi Mu turned to the automaton girl who had appeared beside him and said:

"Start the next duel."

"...Hee hee hee, don’t rush." The automaton girl fell silent for a moment, then revealed her typically mischievous smile and pointed to another entrance of the dueling arena.

"Next, you’ll be facing six opponents," she said.

"..."

Xi Mu frowned, his gaze coldly fixating on the puppet girl before withdrawing almost reluctantly. He seemed quite helpless in the face of the malicious intent the puppet girl openly displayed.

In response, the puppet girl revealed a satisfied smile, "If you want to blame someone, blame your subordinate for chopping off my head."

She giggled.

"I am indeed aiming my malice at you."

"It doesn’t matter," Xi Mu answered casually, "Let’s just start the next fight."

"Hmph, I hope you can still talk tough later," the puppet girl clicked her tongue unhappily, then turned and left the dueling arena.

Xi Mu watched her leave and then shifted his gaze to another entrance of the dueling arena, where six heroes emerged, though they were far from the quality of the dwarves from before.

Having the name of a hero did not necessarily mean one was strong, it mainly depended on their deeds, whether there were minstrels singing about them and if they were popular among people.

Even those only level twenty or thirty could bear the name of a hero. It wasn’t necessary to have tremendous strength to become a hero.

Of course, those who became heroes usually had something extraordinary about them and generally weren’t weak.

And while the six heroes who appeared this time weren’t very strong,

they were still worth killing to him.

...

...

At the border of Black Rose Kingdom.

The God of Blood held the unconscious Michael in his arms, looking tensely at the witch opposite him—that was the legendary Witch of Death.

Although he had never fought the Witch of Death,

he was certain he was not as powerful as her, even though she was just an avatar. He wasn’t sure he could win.

"Ha... Weren’t you enjoying watching the heroes fight to the death?" he responded as calmly and casually as possible.

However, the Witch of Death did not reply.

"Black Rose Kingdom is already surrounded by All Gods," the God of Blood scoffed, "Guess how many deities are hiding in Black Rose Kingdom now?"

The Witch of Death didn’t answer but simply extended a pale finger.

A very peculiar sensation.

Even without any hostility, the God of Blood felt a strong sense of crisis and did not hesitate to escape from Black Rose Kingdom with Michael in his arms.

A blood shadow streaked by.

As the God of Blood’s figure was about to vanish from view, it suddenly exploded into a burst of blood, which then immediately reformed.

He then disappeared even more rapidly from sight.

"..." The Witch of Death lowered her hand, glancing at the God of War who had appeared beside them, flanked by two burly men.

"Even an avatar has this level of power," the God of War smirked, revealing a pleased smile, "I’d truly like to have a fight with your true self."

"..." The Witch of Death cast a glance at the God of War with the burly men, swallowed what she initially wanted to say, and her sapphire-like eyes showed a hint of disdain.

She then vanished on the spot.

"You’re a witch... why care about gender?" the God of War looked slightly stunned, noticing the Witch of Death’s disdain.

Witches were supposed to be heretical, concerned with matters far beyond the conventional. It was somewhat conservative to be concerned with something as trivial as gender.

Of course, he couldn’t be bothered with these insignificant details and glanced in the direction where the God of Blood had fled.

"Blood... probably didn’t die, right?" He guessed thus, and then left with the two robust men.

After receiving an SOS from the God of Blood, he had rushed to the rescue, but the God of Blood had still been hit by the witch.

Of course, even if the God of Blood hadn’t died, he would be weakened for a while.

...

...

The sword plunged down.

Blood burst forth.

Xi Mu pulled out the Hunting King’s Greatsword, and blood gushed from the werewolf beneath him, splattering onto his armor and face.

All six heroes present, annihilated.