What Digen said earlier wasn't entirely wrong. A Demigod was on a completely different level from a Legendary. If killing an Epic-level being was like kicking a stray dog to death for the Lord, and killing a Legendary only required a bit of focus, then this Demigod possessed a full eighty percent of his own Power and speed.
Such a rare opponent made his blood run hot, boiling and surging through his veins. His muscles bulged, and his veins popped out like taut bowstrings.
Red iron smashed against black iron, sending sparks flying. Sweat poured down his back, mingling with the rain to soak his undershirt, only to be seared into white mist by his furnace-hot body. The metallic tang of blood filled the air.
The two were locked in a head-on clash, their hands splitting and bleeding, yet neither retreated a single step.
One was the Lord of High Cliff Castle, who had never met his match since he began his journey and had never backed down from a one-on-one fight.
