After work, start to speedrun the other world-Chapter 412 - 154 You are the Challengers

The little mare pondered for a moment before asking Ahtal, "Do you think you can beat the Flame Giant Surter now?"

This was the most realistic question. Ahtal had only recently become a Demon, and it was basically impossible for him to defeat Surter, who was said to be able to burn the world, considering the vast difference in accumulated strength between them.

"How can I know without trying?" Xi Mu flexed his wrist, his voice carrying a hint of arrogance, as if the legendary Flame Giant who could burn the world was nothing to him.

However, the little mare was indeed speaking the truth. Xi Mu indeed had no way to defeat the Flame Giant Surter for now, not only because he didn’t bring the Blind Nun to assist him, forcibly weakening Surter with a slash, but also because he was unable to enter the sealed land of the Flame Giant Surter.

The Flame Giant Surter, sealed by the God of Omniscience, had not only an extremely strict seal but was also under close scrutiny by the gods, preventing anyone from unsealing it.

"Is this something you can just try?" The little mare’s expression became troubled. She felt that Ahtal had become incredibly inflated in his mentality after becoming a Demon, feeling as if he could take on anyone, with a sense of invincibility.

To that, Xi Mu just smiled, placed his hand on the heavy door, and as veins burst on his arm, the heavy door was slowly opened, dust falling as the door moved, with the aura of burning everything rushing in.

The little mare’s expression tightened, and she instinctively teleported behind Ahtal, her gaze wary and fixated on the opening door.

She then saw a figure.

"Ha~ To be so reckless as to open the seal," a sneer came from inside the door, and a man with a long spear and bright red hair stepped out of the shadows. He was dressed in a tight-fitting outfit that delineated his robust physique.

He swung his long spear, tracing several dazzling red arcs around him, stirring up a storm that made it hard for anyone to stand firm.

Xi Mu frowned slightly: "You... who are you?"

"The God of Spear Skills." The red-haired man in the tight outfit showed a hearty smile, adopting a thrusting stance, "Many Demons have tried to open the seal of the Flame Giant Surter, but sadly, none have ever succeeded."

"..." Xi Mu pulled out the Great Sword of Death, and while approaching the God of Spear Skills, he said to the little mare behind him, "Partner, come back in three minutes."

The little mare hesitated for a moment but obediently chose to leave. Since the enemy wasn’t the Flame Giant Surter, she shouldn’t need to worry about Ahtal’s safety; ordinary deities shouldn’t be a match for Ahtal.

The God of Spear Skills glanced at the fleeing little mare, his expression growing stern. He had stopped many Demons who tried to unseal the Flame Giant Surter, intent on bringing about the destruction of the world, but those Demons were usually not very strong.

But, there was a fundamental difference with this man, Ahtal.

The God of Spear Skills, unable to help himself, gripped his long spear tighter, his focus reached an unprecedented level, without daring to relax for even a moment.

"What are the conditions needed to defeat the Flame Giant Surter?" Xi Mu asked, closing in on the God of Spear Skills, "Or do you not know either?"

With those words, his figure disappeared from the spot instantly.

The God of Spear Skills, without hesitation, turned and thrust a retreating spear strike at the space behind him, narrowly colliding with the descending Great Sword of Death.

Sparks flew, and the expansive shockwave from their clash caused the ground to sink violently, as if struck by a meteorite.

Very strong.

The God of Spear Skills felt his grip going unsteady, and the Divine Artifact-grade long spear in his hand was pressured to bend by the descending Great Sword of Death.

But it could still hold on.

However, a large hand covered in dragon scales suddenly reached out, grabbing the God of Spear Skills’ cheek with an overwhelming force that smashed him to the ground, causing the already scorched earth to deepen and the heavy doors to tremble.

What happened?

The God of Spear Skills lay sprawled on the ground, looking up at the transformed dragon-form Ahtal above him, feeling like his brain would be crushed by the giant hand.

"Are you the only one watching over the seal?" Xi Mu lifted the God of Spear Skills, squeezing his palm slightly, and the sound of breaking bones could be heard.

The God of Spear Skills cornered a mocking smile, kicking fiercely at Ahtal’s chest with his foot, sending himself flying backward.

Blood splattered in mid-air.

Xi Mu looked down at the cheek he had torn off, igniting the black Flames of a Thousand Deaths in his palm and burning that cheek to ashes.

"That hurts." The God of Spear Skills, his eyes bloodshot, glared at Ahtal. His face was quickly regenerating as a deity, he had no concept of death; no matter the injury, he could always recover to peak condition.

This was also his reliance for having defeated so many Demons in the past; no matter how powerful their abilities, as long as they couldn’t kill him quickly, he would eventually find an opportunity to counter-kill.

"I won’t be careless anymore." The God of Spear Skills exhaled deeply, ready to unleash his power, a piercing thrust capable of penetrating everything. Anything targeted by his long spear, no matter how strong the defense, wouldn’t be able to withstand it, and the pierced part would continue to remain penetrated until the enemy was completely dead.

That undead-piercing spear that was used to kill the immortal serpent drew its power from the boon he bestowed.

Now, with him wielding it personally, he didn’t need to aim for the heart to achieve a lethal effect, and there were no limits to the targets of his attack.