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Sage Sticks didn't stop there.
"Madra wasn't just strong," he continued. "He was absolute on the battlefield."
Alan listened quietly.
"Most legends have specialties—some are better at offense, some at defense, some rely on skills or tricks," Sticks said. "But Madra… had none of those weaknesses."
"He didn't rely on terrain."
"He didn't rely on preparation."
"He didn't rely on luck."
Sticks looked at the empty land around them.
"He simply fought—and won."
Alan's eyes narrowed slightly.
Sticks continued,
"There are records of him fighting multiple high-level enemies at once and still coming out without a single injury."
"He could read the flow of battle perfectly."
"He could break any formation."
"And once he started attacking… he didn't stop."
Alan stayed silent, taking it all in.
"Even the Saharan Empire avoided direct confrontation with him at times," Sticks added. "Not because they lacked power—but because fighting him directly meant losses they didn't want to take."
He exhaled slowly.
"And now…"
"You are facing that same man—though he might be now much weaker then his prime" Sage Sticks said as Alan nodded.
Just then sound of someone coming was heard.
Step.
Step, step.
A Death Knight wearing majestic armor was slowly approaching. There was an amazing sense of power from the gait, despite it only being a body made of bones.
'Sword... I thought he could use a variety of weapons because he is the ultimate warrior.'
The name 'Madra' clearly appeared in gold above the head of the Death Knight in majestic armor. He held an ordinary long sword around one meter in length and looked Alan up and down with a purple light.
"It has been 100 years since a human guest appeared. One day, Pagma died, my strength weakened and the invasion of the great demons was over."
"....!"
Alan was startled. He held that Madra was likely to maintain his intelligence, but he hadn't expected Madra to speak clearly like a human. Madra asked the confused Alan.
"Did you beat the halflings guarding the previous islands?"
"...?"
The halflings guarding the previous islands? Who were the halflings? Alan cocked his head and replied firmly.
"Yes" Alan nodded.
"I see..."
Indeed, the halflings that Madra spoke of were the Death Knights of past legends. He called the legends halflings! How strong was Madra?
'Will this be tougher than I imagined?'
The tense Alan grinned. Madra, who was still looking him up and down, nodded like he understood.
"Well, it's Pagma's fault. Their names are legends, but they fell after becoming Death Knights. Once Pagma died and the supply of power was cut off, they couldn't exert their strength properly. But you're still pretty good. For a human to hurt those halflings... You're also a present legend... Hrmm?"
Madra cocked his head. It was because he found it hard to determine Alan's identity.
"I can sense immense sword energy, magic power, and even the powerful ice power remnants of the Frost Queen of Herra," Madra said, looking at him. Then he looked at Alan once more. "And most amusingly, there is this undying aura of the undefeated from you?"
Alan smiled as he took out the Undefeated King's Sheath—the sheath of Madra.
"I am your successor," he said as Madra's empty eyes looked at the sheath in his hand.
"Hahahahahaha! To think the test I left for my sons would become the means of passing down my legacy… how marvelous!" he laughed.
Madra, after being used by Pagma on this island, had only one regret—that he was never able to leave behind a successor of his own. But who would have thought the sheath he left behind, containing his origin and true energy, would end up becoming the method of passing down his legacy?
"Give it to me. I will complete it. Right now, it only has a little part of my true legacy," he said as Alan nodded.
Madra took the sheath and poured some of his energy into it. The sheath shined.
The old, worn leather sheath began to glow, and soon it looked brand new—like it had just been forged.
"Here. Now the ego within it can aid you better. Still… there can only be one Undefeated King. Defeat me, my successor," Madra said.
Alan nodded.
"It will be my honor. And I will fight you with my full capabilities," Alan said as his gear shifted and changed into his battle-ready set.
In his hand the Hellfire staff also appeared as he got ready.
" As I thought I did sensed the immense magic powere from you" Death Knight Madra said as he got ready " Come at my my Successor"
"Your purpose is to purify the now useless Behen Archipelago. If you want to cleanse it, then you have to defeat me. As a Death Knight, my existence is to repel all intruders. A fight is inevitable. In addition."
Supaak!
"Whether alive or dead, I have never experienced defeat. Not even once."
"…!"
The voice of Madra, who was standing in front of him just a moment ago, suddenly echoed right beside Alan.
Madra—
Had disappeared.
'Fast—!'
The moment Alan realized it—
A sharp pain tore through his side.
[ You have suffered 11,200 damage. ]
"Kuh…!"
Alan staggered slightly as blood spilled, his eyes narrowing.
'This speed…!'
Death Knight Madra had already moved past him.
No—
He wasn't just fast.
He was overwhelming.
Even after becoming a Death Knight…
Even after weakening…
Madra still retained his absolute dominance.
Step.
Madra reappeared a short distance away, his sword held calmly at his side—as if that strike meant nothing.
"100,000 Army Massacre Sword."
Alan immediately counterattacked or rather he tried to.
Chukak—
Chukakakakak!
Madra moved.
Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!
A storm of sword strikes erupted.
Madra's swordsmanship—
Was completely different.
It wasn't the single blow Alan knows.
But the current swordsmanship used by Madra cut his body 40 times.
Peng!
Pepepepeong!
Just like its name—
It was a skill with absurd, overwhelming power.
The moment Madra swung his sword—
The world changed.
The range of his attack didn't just target Alan—
It covered everything.
A full 100-meter radius.
BOOOOOOM—
Thousands of energy blades erupted across the plains.