After work, start to speedrun the other world-Chapter 352 - 127: The Giant Wolf That Bit Off the Arm of a God_3

Wolf, choosing the moment to hunt.

"..." Xi Mu shook the Great Sword of Death, his gaze calm to a terrifying extent. Fenrir’s Fang was indeed troublesome; if it hit, it could truly be fatal.

But that depends on it being able to bite. As long as one hones their combat skills to a certain level, overpowering Spartal on a technical level,

then Spartal’s greatest reliance is as good as null.

"Swoosh!" Spartal pounced forward, his five fingers shaped like sharp wolf claws, keen as razors, swiping towards Ahtal’s back.

Speed.

Angle.

Timing,

Each one was mastered just right, enough to let him grasp Ahtal’s shoulder and thus create the opportunity to bite.

And a successful bite would proclaim his victory.

But ... vanished, Ahtal turned into starlight and disappeared on the spot. He leapt at thin air.

Timing.

Angle.

Speed.

Indeed, they were all mastered just right, yet the one who mastered them wasn’t Spartal; it was Ahtal indeed.

With combat skills akin to precognition, Ahtal was able to predict in advance, turned into starlight to avoid the lunge, and appeared behind Spartal. He mercilessly hacked down with his sword, splitting him in two with a single strike.

The upper and lower halves of Spartal’s pouncing body split apart, spilling large amounts of steaming blood, which drew a long trench on the ground.

The fight was over.

"No matter how strong the mechanism is, it’s no good if you can’t use it properly." Xi Mu shook the Great Sword of Death, extinguishing the flames on the blade.

Theoretically speaking, Spartal was powerful, blessed by the God of War, possessing strength beyond human limits, and armed with Fenrir’s Fang, which could sever the limb of a deity; he was extremely powerful and seemingly invincible.

A moment’s inattention could get you killed.

But with just a bit of caution, Spartal was nothing special; he could be easily dealt with.

"Won?" On a distant mountain, Babylon was stunned. She had expected a battle of equals but didn’t think Spartal would die so casually.

"After all, that guy was the most stunningly brilliant man of this era." A sneer came, making Babylon look alertly toward the source of the voice.

It was a man with his hands in his pockets, exuding an aura indistinguishable from a demon.

No ... that was a Demon.

Babylon recognized this Demon, the Splitting Demon who had carried out a massacre in the Elf territory. Why would such a dangerous individual appear here?

But the Splitting Demon didn’t concern himself with the insignificant human; his gaze was glued on Eden, he gnashed his teeth and said:

"Woman, lift the curse from my body!"

"..." Eden didn’t respond, turned into golden mist, and vanished on the spot, completely disregarding the Splitting Demon.

"You seem to value that human a lot, right?" The Splitting Demon withdrew his hands from his pockets and pointed in the direction of Ahtal. "If I turn him into minced meat right now, I wonder if you will grieve?"

Then he saw Eden appear beside Ahtal, casting him a calm glance that seemed to pierce directly into his insecure inner self.

It was irritating.

"Hmph." The Splitting Demon lowered his hand, casting a casual glance at Babylon, who hadn’t managed to leave in time, and flicked his hand carelessly.

"Pfft!" Babylon’s body suddenly burst with blood, falling backward, and the Splitting Demon left the place dissatisfied.

A cold gust of wind brushed past.

Gazing at the gradually darkening sky, Babylon’s eyes revealed confusion. What had she done wrong? She had just watched the battle between Ahtal and Spartal; why was she casually killed by someone?

This death was too unjust.

"Hey, are you okay?" Ahtal appeared at some point, looking at Babylon lying in a pool of blood, about to breathe her last, and asked, "Do you need help?"

"Save... save... need to be saved." Babylon spoke with difficulty, and she saw Ahtal squat down and touch her head.

The power of Healing Prayer worked as if time flowed backward, restoring her injured body and snatching her back from the brink of death.

"It’s thanks to ’Life Overlapping with Death’ that you’re saved," Xi Mu sighed, while Babylon fell silent for a moment.

Suddenly she declared:

"I’ll never spectate someone else’s battle ever again!"