After work, start to speedrun the other world-Chapter 310 - 111: Combat Abilities Almost Predictive_3
"Who do you think will win?" the Negation Demon turned to the Witch of the Moon and asked. He was now unable to predict who would secure victory in this battle and could only inquire about the thoughts of his kindred.
The Witch of the Moon pondered for a moment and asked, "Negation Demon, if you were at the pinnacle of human strength, would you be confident in dealing with the Dragon King?"
"No," the Negation Demon answered without hesitation. If he were to challenge the Dragon King at the pinnacle of human condition, it would surely end in death.
This wasn’t to say he was weak. Before he became a demon, he had conducted himself as a scholar and never fought his way up like Ahtal. Instead, he was more engaged in research and could satisfy his needs through the exchange of interests.
That was the choice of most people. To grow through constant fighting and killing was an extreme rarity; more often, they would not need to engage in life-and-death struggles.
"This combat skill and foresight are no different," the Witch of the Moon stated with her cherry lips slightly parting, giving her genuine assessment.
Even if someone else had the same capabilities as Ahtal, they could not possibly fight the Dragon King like this and would probably be slain shortly after the battle began.
Yet, Ahtal was able to fight the Dragon King to a standstill.
"If he became a demon," the Negation Demon said, with his monocle reflecting the battle, "We wouldn’t stand a chance against him, would we?"
"That’s inevitable," the Witch of the Moon gave a firm response. "We have hardly experienced any battles, only surpassing human limitations through research. We are completely different from someone like him who grows through battle."
"...It’s not without reason that he could become the most dazzling hero of this era," the Negation Demon shook his head, his emotions becoming complex.
Anybody’s feelings would become complex upon witnessing a talent capable of surpassing themselves, even if it was only in the sphere of battle.
However, violence always decides the world’s power of speech.
And at that moment.
"Roar!" The Dragon King suddenly sensed a dangerous aura. He saw one of Ahtal’s clones take out a strangely shaped sword with a dusky yellow color like the afterglow of the setting sun. Starting from the hilt, two spiral ribbons extended and finally joined at the tip, lacking any edge.
It had no apparent lethality whatsoever.
Yet.
Being struck by that sword would result in... severe injury.
Realizing this, the Dragon King’s body instantly turned into red lightning, shifting toward the sky.
As if anticipating his path,
The torrent of light accurately hit him, severing one of his dragon wings.
"Roar——!" The Dragon King let out a roar as thunder spilled from between his teeth. He was not panicked, terrifyingly composed, knowing that Ahtal would surely not miss this opportunity for a fatal attack.
Turning his dragon head towards Ahtal below, who was holding the Sword of Light, he breathed out Dragon Breath in advance.
Then he saw Ahtal drop the hilt and disappear in a burst of stardust at the spot, choosing to dodge his Dragon Breath.
Why dodge, when this was clearly the best opportunity to inflict a fatal attack on him.
Before he could understand,
"Pfft!" A cloaked figure appeared from nowhere, wielding the Great Sword of Death, and pierced through the Dragon King’s neck.
Blood gushed forth.
This strike was different; it contained a concentration of death energy potent enough to bestow the concept of death even upon a deity.
The Dragon King’s consciousness wavered at that moment, but his instincts still made a choice. His body erupted in crimson lightning, attempting to teleport away instantaneously to avoid further harm.
However, Ahtal on the ground had seemingly anticipated this and unleashed the Sword of Light, engulfing both the cloaked woman and the Dragon King in a flood of light.
"Clang!" The Sword of Light fell, and Xi Mu’s figure toppled backward, lying on the ground still crackling with lightning.
"Ahtal, don’t pass out on me!" A concerned voice came from the distance. Xi Mu turned to look and saw the White-haired Lolita rushing over, her ruby-like eyes full of worry.
