Villain MMORPG: Almighty Devil Emperor and His Seven Demonic Wives-Chapter 948 One Player Vs One Guild [Part 5]

Villain Ch 948. One Player Vs One Guild [Part 5]

In the midst of the battle, Gil saw another opportunity. Quickly, he activated his Blade Dance skill. His blades plunged into the ground, sending a stream of deadly, spinning blades surging toward the Devil Emperor. The ground trembled as the blades raced forward, a wave of lethal metal.

Allen, his senses keen and reflexes sharp, extended his hand and summoned his barrier skill. Continue reading on novelbuddy

"Barrier," he declared, his voice resonating with dark power.

[A barrier has formed!]

A shimmering dome of dark energy enveloped him just as the blades reached him.

-Boom!

The clash between Gil's Blade Dance and Allen's barrier was explosive, the impact sending debris flying in all directions. The sound was a cacophony of clashing metal and shattering stone, echoing through the hall with a deafening roar.

Gil used the explosion as cover. He activated his Hiding skill, disappearing from sight in an instant. He moved silently, a shadow in the chaos, quickly positioning himself behind Allen. The other remaining assassins saw their chance and launched themselves at Allen again, their attacks coordinated to distract him as best as they could.

The sound of battle intensified. The clang of steel against steel, the hiss of spells, and the cries of the wounded filled the air. The assassins were relentless, their daggers striking with desperate fury.

Allen, fully immersed in the battle, parried and countered with brutal efficiency. His sword moved with deadly accuracy, cutting down one assassin after another. The floor beneath him was slick with blood, the bodies of his enemies forming a gruesome carpet.

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But Gil was waiting for his moment. As the last of the visible assassins fell, he made his move. Silently, he crept closer, his blades poised for a lethal strike.

With a swift, silent leap, Gil closed the distance. His blades gleamed as he aimed for Allen's back, the perfect spot to deliver a fatal blow. But at the last possible second, Allen's instincts kicked in. He spun around, his sword meeting Gil's daggers with a resounding clash.

- Clang!

Gil's eyes widened in surprise, but he recovered quickly. He pressed his attack, his blades moving in a blur. The two engaged in a fierce duel, their weapons clashing. The sound of metal striking metal rang out.

But Gil was losing ground. Despite his agility and speed, enhanced by a Speed Tonic and an agility buff from the priest, he found himself barely able to keep up with Allen's relentless assault. The Devil Emperor's blade moved with frightening speed and precision, almost managing to stab Gil here and there.

While Gil managed to avoid fatal wounds, he could not escape unscathed, and several cuts bled freely, sapping his strength and his HP.

Allen's strikes were swift and unforgiving. His blade cut through the air with a sinister whistle, each swing carrying lethal intent. The hall echoed with the sharp clangs of their weapons clashing, punctuated by the occasional grunt of pain as Allen's sword found its mark.

Gil knew he needed to change tactics. He recalled the video of Al's fight against the Devil Emperor, a desperate but effective maneuver that had momentarily turned the tide. He just needed an opening.

Allen swung his blade horizontally, a powerful strike aimed at cleaving Gil in two. Gil ducked under the blade, feeling the rush of wind as it passed over his head. Gritting his teeth, he gripped his daggers tightly and activated his Rapid Strike skill. With a burst of speed, he aimed for the Emperor's legs, hoping to cripple his opponent.

But Allen recognized the maneuver instantly and smirked. It was his own trick, after all, a tactic he had used countless times. He knew how to counter it. As Gil's blades neared his legs, Allen leaped into the air, his feet barely leaving the ground before the daggers slashed through the space where his legs had been moments before.

In mid-air, Allen twisted his body, bringing his sword down in a deadly arc aimed directly at Gil's exposed back. The move was fluid and precise. The whistle of the blade cutting through the air was like a harbinger of doom.

Gil sensed the incoming danger and rolled to the side, narrowly avoiding the lethal blow. He felt the rush of air and the ominous hum of the sword as it passed mere inches from his back. His heart pounded in his chest, adrenaline surging through his veins.

Allen landed gracefully, his eyes never leaving Gil. The smirk remained on his face, a silent taunt to his opponent's desperate maneuver. "I missed," he said in a mocking tone.

Without wasting time, Allen lunged at Gil. His blade clashed with Gil's daggers in a flurry of rapid movements. The sound of metal striking metal filled the hall. Gil, on the defensive, parried and dodged with all his might, his movements becoming increasingly desperate as he struggled to keep up.

In a particularly fierce exchange, Allen's sword slid past Gil's guard and nicked his shoulder. The pain was sharp and immediate. Blood trickled down his arm, warm and wet, staining his leather armor. He staggered back, trying to create some distance between himself and the relentless onslaught.

Gil scrambled to regain his footing, his breaths coming in ragged gasps. He could feel the exhaustion weighing heavily on his limbs, the adrenaline that had fueled him beginning to wane. Yet, despite the pain and fatigue, he refused to give up. Taking a deep breath, he forced himself to focus, his mind racing for a new strategy.

Allen's patience wore thin. He was eager to end this battle and demonstrate his supremacy. With a swift movement, he closed the distance between them once again, his blade flashing with lethal intent. He swung his sword in a powerful arc, aiming to deliver the final, fatal blow.

But just as he was about to strike, a volley of arrows whistled through the air toward him. The archers from Elio's guild had taken aim, their arrows flying straight and true. Allen's instincts kicked in, and he made a split-second decision. "Demonic Claw!"

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