Witch: Accumulate Experience Through The Knight Breathing Technique

Chapter 1986: 0436 Divine Palace Roars, One Punch Kill! (Big chapter for monthly ticket and subscription requests)_4

At the peak of the Colosseum, a lone black-armored swordsman stood with an air of supremacy.

His arms were crossed over his chest, and in his calm gaze, a fiery battle intent burned brightly.

Isenke asked:

“Who are you? Do you even know who I am?”

Levi responded:

“Black Elephant Isenke?”

Isenke chuckled:

“Since you know who I am, why don’t you scram already?”

Levi replied:

“So, it seems I wasn’t mistaken.”

Swish!

Levi vanished in an instant, reappearing right in front of Isenke.

A fist the size of a boulder suddenly launched forward!

The air exploded with a deafening roar as absolute Strength compressed the airflow, and friction with the ash in the air created a scene akin to a thunderstorm!

Isenke, with vast combat experience, had been guarding against Levi. Raising his ghost-tool bracers, his arms crossed before him, black gas entwined and morphed into a massive circular giant shield!

BOOM!

It was like two planets colliding!

The shockwave from the explosion reverberated across a range of dozens of miles, shaking everything within its radius!

Countless undead corpses turned to ash.

Levi crashed down to the Earth with explosive force, causing the ground to quake violently.

As for Isenke, his body shot backward as though a balloon had been popped, sending him tumbling into mountains, one after another.

He plowed through thirteen mountain peaks before finally coming to a halt a hundred miles away, where he struggled to his feet.

He glanced incredulously at the cracks spreading across his bracers, exhaling heavily.

“Just who in the world are you? The Purgatory Demon Sword? No, he only has Level 6 strength—there’s no way he’s this formidable!”

His bracers, crafted from Level 7 metal and forged into ghost tools, were not of the highest quality but still should not have been shattered by a single punch.

Two accompanying guards stood frozen in shock, their mouths agape.

“Too strong… too strong!”

Since following Isenke, they had never witnessed anyone capable of sending the Young Master flying with a single punch… except perhaps the Young Master’s father.

“You two useless fools—attack together already!”

Isenke couldn’t help but curse.

He launched himself forward like a projectile, his right fist clenched, aiming to kill Levi.

The two guards snapped out of their stupor, their chains lashing towards Levi.

“Black King Nine Slashes!”

BOOM!

Nine black vortices, swirling with destructive energy, abruptly materialized between heaven and earth, shattering the chains!

The Purgatory Demon Sword glanced at Isenke, complaining:

“Am I really as weak as you think?”

BOOM!

Isenke’s fist came crashing down!

The vortex of the Black King Nine Slashes clashed with the fist wind, only to be torn apart instantly like dried weeds.

The Purgatory Demon Sword quickly disengaged and turned to deal with the two guards.

“Big brother, it’s up to you now.”

If it were an ordinary Level 7 Early Stage opponent, with his talent and strength, he might have lasted a move or two.

But against Isenke, a man whose talent rivaled that of the Desire Realm Witch and who possessed matchless Strength, surviving even a single move was near impossible.

BOOM!

Levi’s fist collided with Isenke’s, his body retreating slightly.

This time, Isenke was prepared and did not get blown away.

He glanced at his bracers, now marred with deeper cracks. Sneering coldly, he tore them off.

“I don’t care who you are. Today, I will grind you into dust!”

His pillar-like arms tensed, muscles bulging like a devil’s physique. Black gas entwined them, gleaming with a metallic sheen.

BOOM!

Another unadorned exchange of punches.

Levi felt the strain on his bones and the boiling of his blood, a grin spreading across his face.

“Not bad. At last, I’ve found a worthy opponent.”

Though Isenke was only Level 7 Early Stage, his true combat power was no less than that of the Old Dragon King. He was perfect for a warm-up.

Streams of crimson gas seeped from Levi’s pores, igniting his entire body.

The red flames wrapped around Levi, transforming into an imperial robe, obscuring his visage.

This scene was strikingly identical to the Red Emperor True Form inside the divine palace.

The Crimson Dragon Slash manifested, and in a flash, an immense red flame sword energy surged skyward and downward!

CRACK.

The sword energy clashed with Isenke’s black fist!

The sword energy shattered. Isenke’s fist, however, had its skin split open, blood streaming down, revealing flesh and muscle.

“Come again!”

Disregarding his injuries, Isenke’s form grew massively, his aura erupting like a raging inferno. Revealed now was his devil’s true body, towering higher than a mountain. In his hand appeared a spiked club—crafted from Level 7 Black Star Nether Iron by the clan’s artisans, weighing an astronomical twenty million pounds and of immeasurable value!

With its immense weight, the spiked club smashed downward, splitting the sky. Its swing leveled mountain peaks in its path, and even the Colosseum’s projection trembled under its force.

Levi’s Crimson Dragon Slash, itself a Level 7 divine weapon forged from the finest metals, roared as it unleashed another torrent of red flame sword energy!

“Uncontainable Fury!”

BOOM!

Crimson and black clashed, flooding the valley!

The sword energy cleaved through the club’s violent wind, striking Isenke directly in the chest and carving a deep trench, blood cascading out.

His eyes filled with awe and shock.

“Impossible! My attack—capable of crushing an average Level 7 Mid Stage foe—was overpowered? Is this human’s Strength superior to mine? Wait, could I have fallen victim to some powerful undead illusion?”

BOOM!

Levi’s great sword vanished into the Void and then descended from above, aiming directly for Isenke’s face!

Roc Ascends to the Ninth Heaven + Roc’s Mighty Sweep Across the Skies + Uncontainable Fury!

This strike was blindingly fast. Isenke had no time to respond and could only instinctively raise his spiked club to block.

BOOM!

A deafening shockwave echoed.

The valley began to collapse as Isenke’s mountainous form was smashed into the ground, plunging into the Abyss!

Both arms shattered entirely, the pain unbearable.

In the ensuing clash, he had been utterly dominated, unable to land a single effective counterattack. The sheer terror of his opponent left him shaken to his core.

Realizing this, Isenke—once fearless on the seventh floor—decided retreat was the wisest choice. A good warrior avoids unnecessary losses.