After work, start to speedrun the other world-Chapter 472 - 182: The Only King of Ash_2

Sulter ignored him, his gaze coldly observing Ahtal’s condition. He noticed Ahtal did not exhibit any sign of weakness. Even if Sulter managed to completely annihilate Ahtal, his own power would be reduced by at least half.

"Buzz!" A strike of light suddenly appeared, brushing past Sulter’s cheek and burying itself in the cavernous rock wall behind him.

What had happened?

"It doesn’t seem too hard," Xi Mu inquired Sulter, "Any other methods to use the Ash Fire?"

The atmosphere suddenly became tense.

For the first time, the Flame Giant Sulter felt a sense of crisis. He finally noticed something amiss about Ahtal. Was this man a true genius or had he been favored by Ragnarok to become a candidate for the King of Ash from a very weak time?

Why could Ahtal be a candidate for the King of Ash? The current Ahtal, who was wielding the strike of light, was the answer.

"How did you manage to layer two properties in one strike?" Xi Mu curiously inquired again, steadily advancing towards Sulter.

This human was learning from him the use of Ash Fire.

Flame Giant Sulter subconsciously tightened his grip on the long sword in his hand, torn by indecision over whether or not to attack.

If he used a more advanced technique of Ash Fire but failed to kill Ahtal quickly, Ahtal might learn all there was about the Ash Fire’s technique.

"You don’t want to fight?" Xi Mu locked his eyes on Sulter, and then suddenly swung the Great Sword of Death, the swirling Ash Fire turning into a sun spiraling outwards with the slash.

"Clang!" Sulter countered with a backhand slash, parting the spreading attack, but only just. His ruby-red eyes intensely focused on Ahtal, as if he intended to dissect him.

When had this human mastered the burning effect?

"Having been slashed so many times, it would be difficult not to master it, right?" Xi Mu said nonchalantly, "If you don’t use some interesting techniques, the Magic Power I’ve used up will soon recover."

His smile suddenly turned sinister.

"Dragging this out is most disadvantageous for you."

Indeed, dragging this out was most disadvantageous for him.

Sulter quite frankly admitted that the situation had turned against him. Initially, he could have slowly ground Ahtal to death, but now that Ahtal could learn the use of Ash Fire by experiencing his attacks, the situation had drastically changed.

The longer the fight dragged on, the more advantageous it was for Ahtal.

It was a cruel reality of the world. Some spent a lifetime mastering skills that others could grasp with a bit of study and innovate further.

And the Ahtal standing before him was such a genius.

He needed to end the battle quickly.

"That’s more like it." Xi Mu posed for an attack, "Bring out whatever techniques you have."

Sulter exhaled a hot breath of air, clenching the long sword that had materialized from his spine, infusing it with the properties of Ash Fire he mastered.

The temperature in the cavern skyrocketed in that instant. The guaranteed hit effect locked firmly onto Ahtal, the strike of light ensuring Ahtal had no time to counter, burning effects ensured Ahtal would turn to ash.

He then swung a slash from the Almighty Realm.

White light engulfed the cavern; in that moment, nothing could sense its own existence, the burning effect turning everything into ash.

Moments later.

The white light faded.

The cavern had expanded several times its original size, everything nearby turned to ash, with no one surviving except for the Flame Giant Sulter.

This battle for the title of King of Ash was Sulter’s victory.

"Ahtal is really...dead," the God of Seals said with a very tense expression, confident that Ahtal truly was dead—the slash reaching the Almighty Realm had incinerated all life within the barrier.

Now it was their turn to fight the Flame Giant Sulter.

"Who...is dead?" A puzzled voice came from not far away, Ahtal and the Goddess of Lies walked over, casting a doubtful glance at the God of Seals, "Are you sad about the death of my clone?"

The God of Seals asked in confusion, "A clone?"

Xi Mu had no intention of resolving his confusion and flew towards the barrier, while the Goddess of Lies, who stayed behind, saw this and smirked with a cunning shallow smile, gently tapping her lower lip:

"This is exploiting a loophole in the design of the Ragnarok rules; the barrier that unfolds has never specified that participants need to be present. Being a bit late doesn’t matter."

She clasped her hands behind her back.

"What if one encountered a person with the ability to create clones, hiding their true body outside the barrier to rest, and only entering after the opponent has used their trump card?"

"Then he would face a weakened enemy," the God of Seals inadvertently looked towards the weakened Flame Giant Sulter within the barrier, suddenly realizing that Ahtal... was somewhat cunning, no, downright despicable.

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Tap.

Tap.

Tap.

Xi Mu walked on magma and approached near Flame Giant Sulter, his breath maintaining its peak condition.

Flame Giant Sulter fell silent; he didn’t think Ahtal was very despicable. Just like he would capture the God of Seals to avoid the triggering of Ragnarok rules, now Ahtal was using a loophole in the Ragnarok rules to wear him down.

This was undoubtedly a victory of wisdom.

This time, Xi Mu spoke no nonsense and charged directly towards Flame Giant Sulter, gripping the Spear of Destiny in one hand to ensure he could negate the guaranteed hit effect, and holding the Great Sword of Death tightly in the other to coordinate his attack.

The combination of sword and spear was used in perfect harmony, a complete departure from the combat techniques he had previously shown.

It was impossible for Sulter to catch him off-guard.

He was going to lose.

Flame Giant Sulter clearly realized this. If he hadn’t aimed for a swift conclusion, unleashing that indiscriminate, all-consuming slash, he might still have stood a chance, but now he no longer had the strength to swing as before.

Whether it was the speed of light strike, the all-consuming effect, or the guaranteed hit ability, Ahtal now had countermeasures for all.

Now he had to think about how to hold on.

No one knew how long it had been, maybe a day, or perhaps just a few minutes, but during the relentless duel, a change suddenly occurred.

"Clang!" Flame Giant Sulter made a mistake in his move, which Ahtal seized upon. 𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖

The Great Sword of Death pierced through the chest.

"Why didn’t you use Instant Teleportation to dodge?" Xi Mu withdrew the Great Sword of Death, allowing the Flame Giant Sulter to fall into the magma. If Flame Giant Sulter had been willing to use his instant teleportation ability, he wouldn’t have been slain so quickly.

Sulter had no interest in answering such a trivial question, his consciousness beginning to blur; even though he could normally revive effortlessly after being reduced to bones, now he no longer had that vitality.

Within the barrier set up by the veiled nun, there was no support from Ragnarok.

"To seek life in the Kingdom of Death." Xi Mu unfolded the Kingdom of Death and finished him off with another blow, letting Sulter breathe his last.

He turned to ask the veiled nun to lift the barrier, but what met his eyes were blazing flames that completely enveloped him.

The swirling Ash Fire rushed towards the surface world, breaking through the dense clouds as if it were a roaring dragon of flames.

The veiled nun stopped her prayerful clasped hands, crossing them in front of her lower abdomen, watching the true birth of the King of Ash, which was fully monitored and chosen by Ragnarok.

"Does Ahtal still retain his will?" The Goddess of Lies approached the veiled nun, her gaze cautiously watching the swirling pillar of fire.

The veiled nun gently shook her head, looking towards the All-Knowing Saintess Eden who appeared in front of the towering pillar of fire, waiting for Ahtal to emerge.

"Hope he can last a bit longer." The extraterritorial demon also approached, ready to attack Ahtal at any moment.

Shortly after, the towering pillar of fire collapsed.

Ahtal walked out slowly, his surroundings enclosed by everyone present, his pupils turning into ruby-like hues.