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“Smart choice!”
Seth roared with laughter—his amber wolf-eyes blazing with bloodthirsty excitement.

He yanked out the Overlord Spear—its tip scraping across the deck, leaving a trail of sparks.

“Let me show you—what true equal-level domination looks like!”

Before the words faded—Seth shot forward like a drawn arrow!

In an instant—right before Black!

Even suppressed to Level 10—the power of a Level 45 Knight was terrifying. The wind from the spear stung Black’s cheeks.

The tip rained down like storming rain!

Locked in the Overlord Spear’s killing intent—Black realized:
If he clashed head-on—he’d only have one outcome: death.

Without hesitation—he activated Autumn Wind Triple Fold, narrowly dodging.

The spear grazed his throat—plunging into the deck, wood shavings flying into his face.

Missed once—Seth grew even more frenzied, face twisted!

The heavy Overlord Spear felt light as a feather in his hands—another strike instantly launched.

Force capable of lifting mountains—terrifying momentum—as if Xiang Yu reborn.

Black didn’t dare lose focus. Autumn Wind Triple Fold’s speed boost made his figure graceful as a startled swan, fluid as a dragon. Every move barely evaded attack.

But this was temporary. Autumn Wind Triple Fold consumed massive spirit energy—he couldn’t keep it up.

Black was waiting—for the trigger to enter Flow State.

He didn’t know what it was.

But deep inside—a line surfaced from a philosophy book he once read:“Fireflies rush toward flames—toward death they live.”

“Just dodging? Is a pirate’s spine this weak?”

Seth’s spear shadows grew denser—like an iron net enveloping Black. Each strike carried the refined ferocity of battlefield experience.

This spear had claimed countless lives.

Occasionally—the Crimson Soul Sword clashed with the Overlord Spear—emitting ear-splitting screeches.

Black’s arms went numb—fingers bleeding from cracked palms.

He had to admit—Seth was crazy, but his strength? No bluff.

Due to level limits—the Overlord Spear wasn’t even at one-tenth of its full power.

Yet—Black felt he was fighting a mad wolf, even harder to handle than the Level 30 Hellfire Rhino-Cat earlier!

“Is this really a battle between a Level 10 Knight and Pirate? I can’t even see their movements!”
“Seth’s combat skill isn’t something a Level 10 could have! Not even Level 20!”
“This royal guard is doomed—he won’t last long.”

The intense fight left nobles wide-eyed, shocked.

Some elderly aristocrats sighed—new generations surpassing the old, heroes rising in every era…

“Your Highness—what are Black’s chances?”

Karina, untrained in martial arts, couldn’t grasp the situation—only sensed Black was at a disadvantage.

“Less than one in ten.”

Alice stood at the front row—fingertips gripping the railing.

That Black lasted this long surprised her. Victory? She saw no hope.

Honestly—if she fought Seth at Level 10? Win chance—barely three in ten.

She recognized Seth’s spear style—Wort family’s legendary technique: Overlord Breakthrough Formation.

Every move hid follow-up strikes—clearly aiming to exhaust Black, then publicly break his limbs.

“Despicable.”

She muttered—red eyes burning with fury.

Then—Black slipped. His sleeve tore—revealing a deep wound on his arm.

Blood dripped onto the deck—blooming into a dark crimson flower.

The sudden change made Elaina and Krystin gasp—heartbeats racing.

“Finally can’t hold on?!”

Seizing the slip—Seth’s spear accelerated—tip aimed straight for Black’s heart.

“This spear sends you to join your prostitute mother!”

These words—like poisoned needles—stabbed into Black’s ears.

An unimaginable rage surged from his heart—like two souls merging in fury.

Buzz!

Just as the Overlord Spear neared his chest—Black’s pupils contracted sharply!

Time seemed to slow down.

Seth’s arm muscles tensed—spirit energy rippling on the spear tip.

Gasps, sea winds, even Elaina’s muffled sobs—became crystal clear.

[You have entered Flow State.]

The familiar blue panel flashed across his retina.

That feeling returned.

Black felt his soul float mid-air—his body now a character controlled by a gamepad.

Like back at the computer—a player holding a controller.

A wheel of buttons appeared—HP, MP (Spirit Energy), skills, stats—all visualized.

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All sensations returned.

Black could precisely calculate Seth’s next move’s angle.
Predict the Overlord Spear’s inertia trajectory.
Even sense the spirit energy flowing within the Crimson Soul Sword.

Through the controller—he controlled his body.

Now!

Black suddenly ducked—dodging the spear tip—then twisted his wrist.
The Crimson Soul Sword slid along the spear shaft—its spine crashing into Seth’s joint.

This was the Swordsman skill [Deflect Force]—a basic move he’d practiced 9,999 times in-game.
Now—executed with thunderous force.

Crack!

A sharp sound—Seth’s right arm went numb—the Overlord Spear nearly dropped.