Absolute Suppression

He stared at Black in horror—the instant before.
The boy’s eyes had changed, as if possessed—calm, like a precision killing machine.

“How is this… possible…”

Before Seth could react—Black teleported behind him—sword slashing horizontally!

This strike avoided all defensive blind spots—[Reverse Wind Slash], the skill he’d learned upon unlocking Swordsman class.

Seth barely turned to block—his clothes torn by sword qi—a fierce wound appearing, blood dripping nonstop.

“What’s going on?!”
“Everything’s changed!”
“His… his sword is too fast!”

Nobles in the stands gasped in shock.

Alice’s breath caught—pupils shrinking sharply.

She couldn’t comprehend Black’s footwork!

Unbelievably fast!

And though these were just two Novice Swordsman skills—their power seemed leveled up in his hands.

“This youth is interesting! Fascinating!”

Most shocked was Duke Gran.

His old eyes nearly popped out—wrinkles bunching like chrysanthemums.

Others only saw speed—but Gran, with top-tier strength, understood why he was fast.

He realized—Black’s speed wasn’t from spirit energy—it was pure physical prowess.

Precise knee twists, dodging spear tips by one millimeter, arms moving unnaturally—making Crimson Soul Sword’s attacks impossible to predict.

“How can a Level 10 Pirate have such ability?!”

Gran had seen countless young prodigies—but none as bizarre as Black.

On the battlefield—the tide kept turning.

Seth was forced back—his arrogance replaced by growing terror.

“How is this possible?!”

He found his spear techniques completely read—every feint crashing into Black’s pre-set traps.

Black’s spirit energy? Truly Level 10.
But his reaction speed? Worthy of Level 50!

“Damn it!”

This fight reminded Seth of being surrounded by enemies on the battlefield.

Back then—mountains of corpses, the iron scent of blood filling his nose.

He fought like a beast—until facing an enemy ten levels higher.

That pressure—death’s first taste.

Now—Black gave him the same suffocating dread.

Seth thought—he must’ve gone mad!

Fearing a Level 10 Pirate—someone who wouldn’t even wipe his boots!

But the more fear—the madder he became!

Like that battle—logic screamed retreat, but his inner madness made him charge forward!

Burning every drop of spirit energy—achieving level-skipping victory!
His fame in the army soared!

Now—he believed—if he paid any price—he could repeat that miracle!

“Good! Very good! I underestimated you—you’re worthy of my full strength!”

“Thousand Dragon Breakthrough!”

Seth roared—spirit energy exploding!

Dragon carvings on the Overlord Spear lit up—tip bursting with dazzling crimson light!

Hearing this move—nobles Level 30+ all gasped.

This was one of the strongest moves in the Wort family’s Overlord Spear Art.

“By endlessly draining spirit energy—double all stats!”
“He’s been pushed this far by Black?!”

Alice dug her nails into her palm—unfeeling of pain.

She knew Thousand Dragon Breakthrough well.

Seth using it meant he was fully committed.

She understood Black’s strength less and less.

“Die!”

Seth stomped forward—spear like a raging dragon emerging from sea—instantly unleashing dozens of spear shadows!

Each carried ferocious spirit energy—tip tearing air with shrill shrieks, as if hundreds of dragons attacked at once!

Black watched calmly—

Like a player observing a BOSS entering Phase Two.

Just like against that pay-to-win rich kid before.

Facing screen-filling ultimate attacks—all Black could do was maximize dodge usage.

First strike!

Spear shadow flashed—aimed at Black’s throat!

Player consciousness awakened—he pressed the dodge button.

In reality—Black slightly tilted his head. The spear grazed his hair—only cutting a few strands.

Second strike!

Seth flicked his wrist—spear shifting direction—horizontal sweep at Black’s waist!

He pressed dodge.

Black’s toes lightly tapped—body retreating like falling leaves. The spear barely brushed his clothes—no contact.

Third! Fourth! Fifth!

Seth’s attacks grew faster—shadows almost merging—entire arena engulfed in violent spear wind.

Ground cracked—stones flying—dust rising.

He mashed the dodge button repeatedly.

To the audience—Black’s figure weaved through spear shadows like a ghost.

His pupils glowed with cold calculation—like game screens reflecting in a player’s eyes.

Every dodge—precise to the millimeter.

If Jiaye were here—she’d be shocked.

Because now—Black was indistinguishable from her using Divine Flash.

“IMPOSSIBLE!!”

Seth roared—spear changing again. Dragon carvings fully activated—gun barrel echoing with dragon roars.

The true power of a 6-star weapon began to show.

“Thousand Dragon Breakthrough — Final Form: Dragon Devour!”

Seth leapt—tip forming a giant crimson dragon head—roaring down to devour Black!

This attack sealed all escape routes.

Yet—

Black’s lips curled—figure suddenly blurring.

Whoosh!

His body turned into a residual image—passing straight through the dragon’s fangs.

Dodge Invincibility Frame triggered!
Effect: No damage.

Everyone froze—jaws dropped.

The spear missed—Seth stumbled forward from inertia—crashing to the ground.

Never so humiliated.

“Your spear… is too slow.”

Black stood before him—voice terrifyingly calm.

As those words fell—the audience erupted.

Seth’s expression shattered—staring at Black, mind blurred.

He didn’t understand! Didn’t understand! Didn’t understand!

He miscalculated!

In his perception—Black’s pressure was ten, a hundred times stronger than that past enemy!

No matter how fierce, how relentless—all attacks missed.

This expression—resembled his peak-skill opponent.

So Black thought.

“If you force me…”

Seth’s pupils turned crimson—thick blood aura surging around him.

He prepared for final sacrifice.

“Then taste the Mid-Tier Knight Divine Edict—Blood Hell Spear!”