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Chapter 82: A clash of Gods; Noah vs Meng Wu Ya!

Chapter 82: A clash of Gods; Noah vs Meng Wu Ya!

"Fight me".

"Free for all, no rules, no limits".

"Let’s see if you’re as untouchable as they say".

Noah stopped.

Silence.

His team tensed, recognizing the aura of an apex predator.

Aria was the first to react, recognizing so many things about this unassuming Blademaster immediately.

She frowned. "Noah, he’s the real deal".

"I can tell". Noah nodded.

Even as Aria said that, so many questions flew through her head. ’Who is this guy? Where did he come from?’

’Why do I feel so much pressure just standing before him?’

She snorted. ’Ridiculous!’

Noah smiled, looking at this unassuming Blademaster, measuring him.

And then, he grinned.

An excited, bloodthirsty, exhilarating grin.

This guy was serious.

And Noah?

He never turned down a good fight.

The spectators watched, holding their breath. For some reason, staring at this Blademaster, they no longer felt he was a fool who didn’t recognize the immensity of heaven and earth.

This guy felt like the real deal.

’Seriously?!’

’Are pro level experts just spawning in the 11th server these days?!’

The world held its breath.

Because this battle... was going to be legendary.

The war had just ended, but the battlefield was far from silent.

In the wake of the greatest strategic upset in Warstar history against a literal army of thousands of players, a new storm brewed.

A duel.

Not just any duel, a clash of titans.

A battle between two apex predators.

Noah, Lord Doom, the man who had just shattered an entire army.

Meng Wu Ya, an unassuming Blademaster but one who radiated the unmistakable aura of a top-tier expert of the Blademaster main class.

The spectators held their breath.

They didn’t recognize Meng Wu Ya’s identity yet. To them, he was just another Blademaster challenging Lord Doom.

But Noah wasn’t fooled.

He had fought countless battles, clashed with the best of the best. And he knew an elite when he saw one.

Heck, he had one of the best Blademasters in the world by his side, Aria who he had dueled with countless times in the game. And yet, before Aria, Noah actually felt like this guy was deadlier.

’Just who the hell are you?’

This man was dangerous, and that made it all the more thrilling.

Staring at the Blademaster, Noah’s fingers brushed over Aetherforge, his SSS-Rank weapon, before he let it fade away.

Gasps erupted in the chat.

{Wait, he’s not using Aetherforge?!}

{Did he just... handicap himself?}

{He’s underplaying?!}

Instead, Noah summoned his original weapon, the one he got after he completed his class change quest at level 20.

The A-Rank weapon, Spellforged Battle Lance.

A legendary lance, a relic of his past. A weapon that fused melee and magic into one devastating force.

Noah met the unknown challenger’s gaze.

"I won’t use Aetherforge".

A pause.

"And I won’t use my unique skill".

Silence.

Then, a grin.

Meng Wu Ya’s fingers tightened around his sword, he didn’t object.

He welcomed it.

Because for warriors like them, this wasn’t about power. It wasn’t even about victory, rather, it was about the fight itself.

And so, the most intense PK duel in the history of the 11th server began.

The moment the countdown ended, the Blademaster vanished.

Whoosh!

Fast!

Too fast.

Even before the dust settled, a blade flashed.

CLANG!

Sparks exploded as Noah’s lance spun up, intercepting the attack just in time.

A normal player wouldn’t have seen it coming.

Noah not only saw it, he countered instantly.

His foot pivoted, using the momentum of Meng Wu Ya’s strike to drive a crushing lance thrust forward.

Meng Wu Ya sidestepped, blade dancing, his sword redirecting the force at an impossible angle.

The spectators couldn’t believe their eyes.

This wasn’t a normal duel.

This wasn’t just a PK fight.

This was a battle between two war gods.

This was a contest between unparalleled swordplay vs the art of the lance.

Meng Wu Ya attacked like a storm.

His blade never stopped moving, each strike flowing seamlessly into the next, an endless torrent of killing intent.

Every angle, every timing, every movement- perfect.

He wasn’t just fighting; he was weaving death itself.

And yet..., Noah matched him.

Step for step. Strike for strike.

His Spellforged Battle Lance blurred, its reach and versatility forcing Meng Wu Ya to adapt constantly at lightning speed.

One moment, Noah attacked from afar with magic-infused thrusts.

The next, he was closing in, fighting at melee range, his battle lance shifting like a living extension of his body.

The battlefield itself trembled.

Neither gave an inch.

Neither faltered.

It was flawless combat, and the world watched in awe.

The spectators couldn’t blink.

And again, for the umpteenth time today, the chat exploded, flooded with comments from the flabbergasted spectators.

~----~

{WHAT AM I WATCHING?!}

{This is not normal. This is a world-level duel!!}

{My God! This feels like a duel between Van Damme and the Arnold Swarzeneggar, or even a duel between Jason Statham and Dwayne Johnson, wtf!}

{How is Lord Doom still fighting like this after that war?! Is he immortal?}

{Who is this Blademaster?!}

{No. Who the hell are both of them?!}

~----~

Unbeknownst to many, since this was happening in their backyard and it had been going on for hours already, a few pro players in England already snuck into the game with alternate accounts to join in on the fun.

Now, the pro players watching felt chills.

They understood what they were witnessing, even far more than the casual spectators.

This wasn’t just a 1v1 fight, this was a display of absolute mastery.

...

Meng Wu Ya’s POV...

Badump! Badump!

Meng Wu Ya’s heart pounded.

This...

This was what he lived for.

Every strike, every parry, every exchange of blows, it was exhilarating.

Lord Doom.

His control, his adaptability, his precision, everything was perfect.

Noah had handicapped himself, and yet he was still keeping up.

No..., he was pushing Meng Wu Ya to his absolute limit.

Meng Wu Ya grinned fiercely.

He had faced countless warriors, both in his hometown’s Pro Alliance and even in the World Championship.

And yet, in this moment...

For the first time in years...

He felt alive.

...

Noah’s POV...

Noah could feel it.

The raw skill behind Meng Wu Ya’s blade.

This guy...

He was a monster.

His instincts, his adjustments, his speed, it was all top-tier.

No, it was god-tier.

And Noah loved every second of it.

This was what he lived for.

He had just crushed an entire army, but standing before him now... was a true opponent.

He grinned.

"Not bad".

"Not bad yourself". Meng Wu Ya responded.

The duel raged on.

And the world held its breath.

Who would win?