After work, start to speedrun the other world-Chapter 470 - 181: Defeated_2

And without the guaranteed hit effect, Ahtal would be at his mercy.

Xi Mu seemed to realize this problem as well, immediately releasing the Sword of Light in his hands, aiming to blast the Flame Giant Surter away.

However, the infallible Sword of Light suddenly failed to ignite at this moment, unable to unleash the once invincible slash of light.

This was to be expected.

After all, the Sword of Light was personally crafted by the Flame Giant Surter; naturally, there was a way to make the Sword of Light disappear.

"To seek life in the Kingdom of Death." Xi Mu instantly revised his battle plan, invoking the Kingdom of Death.

The Flame Giant Surter decisively released his grip on the Spear of Destiny, flying backward like a bullet, avoiding Ahtal’s unfolding realm of the heart.

Though the time was very brief, he had already completed the reforging of the Spear of Destiny, causing the spear to lose its guaranteed hit effect.

And this also meant that Ahtal had no way to counteract the guaranteed hit.

"So that’s how it is, I’d forgotten you wield the power of crafting," Xi Mu looked down at the Spear of Destiny in his hand, which seemed like dead wood, clearly feeling that the spear had lost its guaranteed hit effect, "But you don’t think that losing the Spear of Destiny means you can win, do you?"

"..." The Flame Giant Surter did not speak, landing on the magma below the void. In his eyes, all things should burn to ashes; who would speak to a pile of ash? There is simply no need for it.

Other than burning the world to cinders, he desired nothing else—this was the essential condition to be the King of Ash. Even someone like Ahtal could be chosen.

It was completely incomprehensible.

"Are you mute?" Xi Mu tilted his head, casually discarding the Spear of Destiny in his hands, and then he launched an attack toward the Flame Giant Surter.

Surter chose not to engage him in battle but instead ran toward the discarded Spear of Destiny. He grasped it in an instant and activated his forging power, shaping it into the weapon he desired. The once dead-wood-like Spear of Destiny twisted instantly, and a long spear burning with Ash Fire was born.

As the God of Forge without a weapon, his strength would decrease significantly, but with the right material, he could immediately craft a suitable weapon.

Clutching the long spear.

Surter watched Ahtal racing toward him, adding the guaranteed hit effect to the Flame Spear, and then hurled it fiercely.

"Pu chi!" The long spear carried Ahtal as he flew backward, his body grazing the scorching magma before crashing into the hollow’s wall.

Had he won?

Of course not; at their current level, even a pierced heart wouldn’t easily result in death, let alone Ahtal who had a significant resistance to Ash Fire, making it virtually impossible for him to be easily killed by it.

But it would be different if there were more hits.

With a light gesture, the Flame Spear flew back, grasped once again by the Flame Giant Surter in his palm, readying himself for another thrust.

"Worthy of the Flame Giant Surter," Ahtal stepped out from the hollow wall, touching the wound that was healing visibly fast with a smile on his face that was excited. Then his lips moved slightly.

"Let’s compete in the world of speed." He activated the ability from the little mare, vanishing in an instant from his original position and suddenly appearing beside the Flame Giant Surter.

The Great Sword of Death, wrapped in black flames, descended.

"Clang!" The long spear and the great sword collided, fiery flames erupting from the point of impact, shaking the entire hollow in a moment, with the flowing magma turning into waves, slamming against the walls and sending up scorching sprays.

"By attacking at a high frequency, you ensure that Surter has no time to use his guaranteed hit attack," the God of Seals stroked his chin, "Indeed, that’s a fine strategy, but it seems rather pointless."

"Rather than pointless," the extraterritorial demon spoke up, "it’s more that Ahtal’s combat judgment is... declining. His skill level shouldn’t be just this, he now seems like a brute fighting on instinct."

Ahtal’s combat capability had always been well within his grasp, guiding him to victory step by step through a calmly composed manner of fighting.

Yet, now, Ahtal had lost that composure and ease.

"Since the enemy is the Flame Giant Surter," the God of Seals assessed, "it’s not surprising that Ahtal is performing the way he is now. He no longer has the Destiny Witch or the Witch of Death to rely on; he can only depend on himself to fight to the death."

In the past, no matter how dangerous the situation was, even if he was facing a deity, he had the Witch of Death and the Destiny Witch to depend on. If the situation was impossible, he would summon the Witch of Death and the Destiny Witch to overturn the game board.

Now, however, the situation is completely different. Ahtal must defeat the Flame Giant Surter on his own, and no one can cover for him.

"...That does make sense," the extraterritorial demon fell into deep thought, the past astonishing combat performance displayed by Ahtal, no one could guarantee there wasn’t the hand of Destiny Witch in it, just like this time with the Flame Giant Surter coming to him as arranged by the Destiny Witch, to fight Ahtal to the death.

But now the Destiny Witch no longer has room to intervene, which also means that Ahtal has lost the protection of destiny.

"I hope Ahtal can still demonstrate the composure he had when fighting the God of War," the God of Seals said with his hand over his face. He had originally planned to ask the extraterritorial demon to launch a surprise attack after Ahtal’s victorious fight, while he himself would take advantage of the situation to impose seals on Ahtal.

But it seems now that it might not be possible.

Meanwhile.

On the battlefield.

"Puchi." The Flame Spear pierced through the middle of Ahtal’s chest, the scorching Ash Fire exploded, instantly burning his chest area to char.

Surter instinctively wanted to pull out the spear, but found that Ahtal was holding onto the Flame Spear, and his lips moved, altering the rules of the Kingdom of Death in his heart.

"To seek life within the world of death."

"..." Without thinking, Surter immediately let go of the tightly held Flame Spear and vanished on the spot.

"He really is a cunning one," Xi Mu pulled out the Flame Spear sticking into his chest, the charred wound healed at a visible rate, and then the Red Dragon Blood Armor he wore was utterly ruined, falling into the boiling lava below.

In such intense combat, even the Red Dragon Blood Armor he wore could not hold up for long.

Now he could only rely on the Prayer of Life to endure the damage.

"But with this, you won’t be able to use this annoying spear anymore, right?" He gripped the Flame Spear, feeling its struggle.

"Do you still have any other weapon at hand?"

"..." Surter did not answer, his ruby-like eyes reflecting Ahtal’s figure. Perhaps he had overthought it before. Could it be that this man’s skills were really just at this level, not as troublesome as he had expected?

Before, he could rely on the support of Ragnarok, so he didn’t have to think too much about combat, the logic being to sustain damage, then gain the support of Ragnarok, thereby growing until the enemy ran out of more effective methods.

And now, without the initiative of Ragnarok’s support, he began to change his combat mode, starting to engage his brain to think.

And yet, the combat ability displayed by Ahtal was not up to expectations.

If that’s the case.

Surter reached out and inserted his five fingers into his own spine, activating his smithing power, and then with a ferocious pull on his spine, a burning long knife of Ash Fire appeared.

Xi Mu curled up his lips and said, "You can even forge your own body?"

Surter ignored Ahtal’s words, his palm swept over the long knife of Ash Fire, and the flames on the knife suddenly changed, turning into a color akin to twilight.

Upon reaching omnipotence, even one single ability could bring about different effects. Taking Ash Fire as an example, it could turn into an undodgeable light, or it could become a slash that burns everything away.

This is the principle of extrapolation; by constantly deepening one’s own abilities, one can exert more comprehensive and powerful effects.

And now, what he was enhancing was the effect of burning everything away.

He could win.

Surter vanished on the spot and appeared ten meters away from Ahtal. Then, with a ferocious swing of the long knife in his hand, the flames carrying the burning effect turned into a sun-like slash that passed over and directly severed Ahtal at the waist.