Who Designed This Underworld Dungeon?
Chapter 345 - 256: A Hundred Kinds of Martial Art, This is Magic and the Denial of Magic

Chapter 345: Chapter 256: A Hundred Kinds of Martial Art, This is Magic and the Denial of Magic

What’s that? A stick?

That thing is thicker than an adult’s waist, its surface covered in bumps and hollows. The yellowish-brown color looks plain, like a fried chicken leg, but it’s a giant club that can smash a person’s head like a watermelon.

This kind of thing, this kind of thing...

"Hahahaha——"

Conrad usually doesn’t laugh so exaggeratedly, unless he can’t help it.

"Are you fighting me with this? Using some stick you picked up from somewhere?"

He wiped the tears of laughter from the corners of his eyes and said, "I think I understand your thinking. You feel slashing isn’t effective, so you switched to blunt force? Unfortunately, this still..."

Conrad’s lower body suddenly turned into black gas, rushing toward Gapar like a long snake, shouting:

"It’s useless!"

"Boom!"

Gapar smashed down with the club, the ground instantly cracked and shattered, but Conrad turned into two streams of black smoke and passed through both sides of his body, recondensed behind him and slashed down with dual swords!

This speed... A normal person wouldn’t be able to react!

"Thud——"

The dual swords cleaved into the giant club, making two small notches on its uneven surface.

Not only is the speed fast, but the slashing force is also very strong!

"Senior brother, you have become stronger. You can actually react. This move once took down the Southern Sword Saint."

His body was instantly scattered by the club, then quickly reformed to continue attacking. Looking closely, his moves were indeed somewhat similar to the Sword Saint, but more twisted and sinister, and moreover...

Faster than the Sword Saint when he debuted!

In terms of bonfire level, his level is around one hundred and eighty! And he excels in strength and speed!

Sometimes, levels don’t mean everything. As a Mixed Blood, Conrad’s physique far surpasses Gapar’s. His body maintains its peak state over long periods of time, unlike the Sword Saint who is now at the verge of aging and weakening.

"Let’s continue our previous conversation. My purpose in seeing you," Conrad was evenly matched against Gapar who was currently showing his strength. Gapar could not harm him, but he could cause minor damage to Gapar. It seemed like it would turn into a war of attrition?

"You know, the Demon Clan has always been made up of dozens to hundreds of tribes barely getting by. The relationship between the tribes is maintained entirely by priests, a civilization so backward it can’t possibly utilize their full strength."

For some reason, he raised his right arm toward the sky and said:

"They need unified leadership, need an end to this scattered state, need a king to rule them, need... me!"

"The resurrection of the Demon King is utterly a mirage. As a blood descendant, I naturally have the legitimacy to lead them. My power is more than enough for me to do so!"

"But other blood descendants have the same idea. You might not know this, but there are countless beings with the bloodline of the Demon King. Many of them live in human kingdoms, just like I did before, aimlessly unaware of their mission. I have awakened, gained power, but other bastards have also awakened. They grew up in various tribes and easily gained support, but I didn’t!"

At this point, his emotions suddenly became agitated, and he said:

"I had a hard time connecting with a priest, a true priest with the authority to view the memory of the Great Demon Tree. With his help, I could succeed, but that guy inexplicably committed suicide!

"They said he killed himself after communicating with the Great Demon Tree. No one would believe that nonsense, not even a three-year-old. It must have been the handiwork of other blood descendants!

"I have to do something else to gain support, so..."

Conrad split into multiple arms formed from black gas, attacking Gapar with a hurricane of the Eight Blade Style.

"I’ll have to use your head as a stepping stone on my path to kingship, senior brother!"

The black gas forming his body surged more fiercely, showing that its master’s heart was also surging, filled with hope for the future.

His figure flickered like Miriam, his swordsmanship wild like a puppet soldier, and his mental state comparable to the First Stage Ludwig.

Damn, where are the weapons the Light Eagle Group promised? That despicable fellow broke his word again. If I had those weapons, I would have already won by now, Conrad cursed in his heart. At that moment——

"So, it’s for such a boring reason."

Gapar suddenly swung the club around, the hurricane he stirred up even causing Conrad’s black gas body to waver.

Conrad keenly sensed something was wrong, a bad premonition suddenly arising, but he didn’t want to believe it.

"Aren’t you going to take out your weapons? I’ve been waiting for you to use them."

"How do you know——"

Gapar took a deep breath, his skin suddenly turned red, his blood boiling inside. The white hair characteristic of old age began to grow, burning like a fierce fire, his eyes taking on a change, becoming more like a kind of beast known to people.

"Awoo——"

He couldn’t help but let out a wolf howl. Before the sound had dissipated, his figure had already disappeared from Conrad’s sight.

This was the first time Gapar had activated the wolf blood within him!

In the next moment, Conrad’s dual swords shattered under a heavy blow, the fragments falling like snowflakes.

He widened his eyes, searching everywhere for Gapar’s trace, but he couldn’t see him anywhere! Instead, his own body was constantly under attack!

The normal course of a strong person’s battle should be "the opponent’s figure instantly disappears, reappearing in XX place and then launching XX attack."