Lord Of Leveling Up: Transmigrated Into A Game-Chapter 283: Kneel!

Straddling the lines between life and death!

The Dragon Sword crushed down with its power that was capable of overturning the seas! Even the sky seemed to darken from the force it was exerting! At this moment, everyone felt that Maxwell inside the deep hole would be dying soon.

Dragon Sword Art.

An earth-type sword technique with incomparable powers!

In addition to Baldur’s comprehension of sword intent and the strength stimulated by the Profound Burst Pill, this sword move of his was at least ten times stronger than usual. In this scenario, even experts at the same level 2 King rank may not be able to handle it!

Therefore, Maxwell was certainly going to die!

John wanted to save Maxwell.

But the Cold Sea Sect’s Duke Henry already figured this out. He shot into the air and directly blocked John’s path.

James followed right behind.

Another Ancestor rank senior appeared from the Cold Sea Sect’s side and also blocked Jame’s path.

"The battle isn’t over yet."

"Bang, bang!"

The two of them were blocked outside of the deep hole while Baldur’s Dragon Sword was already stabbing down!

"Boss!"

"Smelly scoundrel..."

In almost an instant, the hearts of Constantine and others froze with shock.

Adam raised his finger and was about to bite down...

With his blood essence as a seal, he was able to awaken the old ancestor within the depths of the royal palace. As long as the old ancestor comes out, a single strand of his will would be enough!

No matter what...

Maxwell cannot die!

At this moment, Adam couldn’t afford to think any longer. Just as he was about to bite his finger, Maxwell stood up!

He stood up just like that!

Maxwell’s lips were curved into a smile. He then slowly patted the dust off his clothes before saying with a smile: "Sudden power explosion? It looks like you consumed some type of medicinal pill that gave you a burst of strength. Not bad; a bit awesome actually."

After saying that...

Maxwell raised his head and looked at the Dragon Sword about to descend. The sword’s aura caused raging winds that blew all the surrounding rocks outwards. With sand and rocks blowing, the sky turned dimmer and the crowd of spectators was all being suppressed by the powerful sword intent. The crowd could barely open their eyes and only experts at the Ancestor rank still looked rather calm and casual.

John and James’s gaze tightened.

The hearts of those two sank as they thought along the lines of: "It’s over. He’s finished this time."

Blindman Dale’s gaze turned a bit strange. Below the surface of his skin, the fierce ancient huge devil had become restless and the powerful ancient powers were faintly being released. However, the ancient huge devil suddenly became quiet again.

"Huh?"

Blindman Dale’s expression changed as he cried out: "Baldy, meathead, Brenda; none of you move! Dragon head should be fine!"

Below the sword aura...

Was endless suppressive energy.

The powerful Dragon Sword containing powers capable of overturning the seas stabbed down. Maxwell merely looked up with a glance; a glance that was filled with disdain. His right hand slowly rose up and a light converged onto his palm. This light was made from pure energy.

A strange energy!

A very very strange energy!

Those experts at the Ancestor rank were all shocked. They were asking themselves: "What kind of energy is that?"

Suddenly...

The first to react was John. He had seen the Dragon Execution Array at work before and had also been very close to the ancient huge devil. He was very clear that the energy in the palm of Maxwell’s hand must be something from the Ancient World!

"Hahaha..."

"Oh crap, this kid is out of this world!"

"I’m going to start worshipping him too."

"From today onwards, I will start worshipping you."

The second person to react was James. His expression showed more shock than John’s and he even started laughing like crazy.

"What is he laughing about?"

"Did he go insane?"

"Or is he laughing in regret for Maxwell stuck in the deep hole?"

"Who knows? I bet you both of them have lost their mind."

No one knew why both of them had started laughing.

Both Duke Henry and Luis had no clue.

Those disciples from the Cold Sea Sect didn’t know. Even those experts secretly hiding and monitoring the battle didn’t know what was going on.

Everyone thought Maxwell was going to die.

He won’t be able to block this sword strike.

Maxwell had strangely raised his hand out with his palm pointing towards the sky.

Could it be that he wanted to use a single hand to block Baldur’s attack?

Did he lose his mind? He knows he’s going to die soon so he deliberately struck a self-conceited cool pose? 𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂

The pose was indeed not bad.

An accurate pose of a martyr sacrificing his life to blow up a bunker.

If...

He was really able to block Baldur’s attack with a single hand, how domineering would Maxwell be? How arrogant could he be? How... this was absolutely impossible because even experts at the Ancestor rank felt they wouldn’t be able to block this sword strike with a single hand!

Baldur noticed Maxwell’s pose and started laughing crazily. "A bumpkin is truly a bumpkin. Look at you right now! Trying to compete with me over a woman? You don’t even have the qualifications to carry my shoes! Go die for me!"

As his voice faded...

The Dragon Sword had descended by now.

At this moment...

The dust inside the deep hole was blowing out like crazy so people couldn’t really see what was going on.

They could only hear a low muffled sound.

Similar to a held-back fart being released.

"Boop!"

It was very faint but was clearly heard by everyone.

The instant the sound was heard, the surrounding area turned quiet. As the dust settled, the surrounding crowd could finally see what was going on.

In the middle of the deep hole...

Maxwell’s right hand was directly grasping the Dragon Sword. Above the Dragon Sword, Baldur’s expression was as pale as ash. His eyes contained incomparable fear as he had just witnessed the most terrifying thing in this world.

The sounds of metal being shattered were heard.

Cracks started appearing on the body of the Dragon Sword. The cracks grew bigger and eventually, the blade shattered. After losing his support, Baldur fell down. Maxwell made a thought before shouting: "Kneel down for me!"

"Bam!"

Baldur directly kneeled down in front of Maxwell.

At this moment...

Maxwell’s domineering aura was a complete mess!

The aura coming from him was completely wild and unrestrained to the max! He was too awesome, too powerful, and too tyrannical!

Silence.

There was absolute silence once again.

It seemed like nothing alive was present in the huge square.

The expressions of the crowd looked ugly to the point like they had just eaten shit. How could it be like this?

What the hell happened?

Illusion... it has to be an illusion!

Let’s not mention the fact that Maxwell used a single hand to stop Baldur’s attack, but he managed to directly shatter the Dragon Sword. What kind of power was this? What kind of power was capable of performing this feat? Except for a small number of people, the majority of them couldn’t understand this at all.

"Hahaha..."

"Boss is so mighty!"

This time, Godfrey couldn’t hold it back anymore as he shouted: "Boss is so mighty!"

Brenda giggled very brilliantly and innocently. She then said in a very cute way: "Big brother is so mighty."

"Bastard, this one’s heart is about to be stolen by you."

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Maxwell stood above the pale Baldur and chuckled coldly. "Let me hear the word bumpkin from you again."

Baldur didn’t move!

Maxwell’s right hand started moving as a slap landed. He then shouted: "I’m telling you to say the word bumpkin for me again!"

At this moment...

"Presumptuous!"

A heavy voice rang out.

"Presumptuous your mother!" Maxwell retorted with a frown. His leg then kicked towards Baldur’s groin area and the sound of eggs shattering was heard...