Chapter 440: The Duel That Went Down In History

Chapter 440: The Duel That Went Down In History



The air crackled with the sheer power radiating from the two combatants.

Northern's blue flames danced around him, while the Emperor's essence blazed like a crimson inferno. They moved at a pace that made heads spin, their forms blurring into streaks of color.

Clash after earth-shattering clash rang out as their blows met, each impact sending tremors through the very ground.

Northern continued with those lightning-fast kicks, which the Emperor met with unyielding blocks. The force of their exchange carved deep gouges into the earth.

Suddenly, Northern saw an opening and lunged forward, his leg whipping out in a devastating sweep.

The Emperor's eyes widened, but his reflexes were lightning-fast. He leapt into the air, his body twisting with grace and precision, evading the attack by mere inches.

Northern didn't relent, his onslaught unyielding. He pursued the Emperor, his movements a blur of blue and black as he unleashed a flurry of strikes.

The Emperor parried and dodged, his essence flaring brighter with each block, but Northern's speed and ferocity kept him on the defensive.

Just as Northern thought he had the upper hand, the Emperor's expression shifted.

A faint smile tugged at the corners of his lips, and in the next instant, he vanished from sight, reappearing behind Northern with his fist already hurtling towards his back, all his movements leaving a trail of crimson essence.Nôv(el)B\\jnn

'Dang! Of course!' Northern's eyes widened, but he didn't panic.

He pivoted on his heel, his own fist colliding with the Emperor's in a titanic clash that shook the very air around them.

The ground trembled, cracks spiderwebbing outwards as the two titans traded blows at a breakneck pace.

The exchange was a blur of motion, each strike carrying the weight of mountains.

Northern's agility and the Emperor's raw power were evenly matched, neither gaining a decisive advantage.

It was a battle of wills, a test of who could push the other further before the inevitable breaking point.

The Emperor's eyes narrowed, and Northern felt a shift in the very fabric of the air.

The Emperor's essence was condensing, coalescing into a singularity of pure, devastating power.

Northern braced himself, knowing that what was coming next would be a decisive blow. The Emperor suddenly pulled back his head, sucking in air, and then roared.

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The Emperor's eyes widened in amazement. Until now, he had been wearing a straight face; however, in this moment, his expression changed completely.

A mad grin adorned his face as he met Northern head-on, a flash of crimson essence bursting from his core. He seemed intensely happy, too happy, that it almost freaked Northern out.

"Magnificent! No one, not even my worthless sons, can impress me the way you do. Individually, you make me want to stop restraining myself!"

Their fists collided in midair, the impact creating a shockwave that rippled outwards, shattering the molten ground and sending chunks of rock flying in all directions.

The shockwave tore through the surrounding landscape, flattening trees and throwing up dust clouds that obscured the battlefield.

The Emperor seemed to be enjoying every second, but it wasn't that simple for Northern. Keeping up this much with the Emperor was taking the life out of him.

He felt like he was at the edge of a cliff and could fall off anytime soon. Every second he fought two things at the same time: the Emperor and staying conscious. Northern twisted in the air and brought out his blade, his movements a seamless blend of

power and agility.

Blue flames cloaked both blades of the staff as he launched another series of strikes.

The Emperor grunted, his muscles straining as he parried each blow with almost mechanical precision, but Northern's relentless assault kept him on his heels.

'He's parrying it with bare hands? Is he mad?' Northern stopped abruptly; he had thought the Emperor would naturally pull out a weapon. He didn't mean to fight unfairly, but he was

nearing his limit.

He had more cards up his sleeves, but his stamina could take no more.

And what had the man said a couple of seconds ago... he had been restraining himself.

'What would he be like if he wasn't restraining himself?' Northern wanted to go crazy internally but kept a calm demeanor.

He was weak and tired, feeling like he could faint any moment now.

And the Emperor had this insane smile attached to his face, saying after a couple of seconds:

"Come on, boy, don't tell me you're getting tired when things are just starting to get

interesting."